Just so every one knows i'm not stealing things from other people; these characters are entirely Joss Whedons. Unless i made em up. those ones are mine. lol. any way enjoy the story.

Chapter One: The Beginning

Angel stared up at the dragon. He wanted to kill it so badly. The last time he had felt this badly about killing something was before he had had his soul reinstalled. That time it had been Buffy, now it was this winged demon.

"Let's go to work," Angel told the others. Angel raised his sword to the oncoming army of demons.

Illyria moved at increasing speed toward the demon army. Before Angel had raised his sword all the way, she was a clear three meters in front of the others. She wanted revenge. Comrades of these demons had killed Wesley, and she was to avenge the death of her guide.

Angel brought his sword down onto the neck of the first demon soldier. Instantly the creature was dead.

'One down, a million to go' Angel thought to him self.

As he had done this, an axe had begun to approach his neck. Spike quickly raised his sword into its path. The blade broke, but the axe was stopped. While the demon looked in shock at this, Gunn came from behind and snapped the beast's neck. He picked up the demons club and proceeded to batter any demons within five feet of him.

Illyria moved towards a group of the demons. As they all focussed on her, the illustrious former queen of the world lunged toward them, ripping every joint from its socket. The demons could not touch her, and she knew it. It was in the midst of this battle, that she realised she recognised some of these demons. She grew angry. They used to follow her.

And now they had decided to follow the wolf, the ram and the hart. This was extremely infuriating. Much more annoying than the half breed known as Spike's disrespect, as he had never followed her. He was off a different world. But these demons used to be hers. They were meant for her apocalypse. She grew angrier, and as she did, the demons fell in greater numbers.

Spike was punching demons left and right. There seemed to be an endless supply of punching bags running at him. What in fact was the case was that Spike was not causing them any real pain, and as such the millions of demons he was facing were just the same five repeatedly. This suddenly dawned on the vampire.

"Oh Balls!" he grumbled in a low voice. Ducking out of the circle, he turned on his heal and looked to the floor for a weapon. He saw a pole arm. As he flicked it up with his foot, he spun to face the group again. This time however there were now around twenty. Spikes usual grin turned to grimace, and as he caught the pole arm he swung at the first three, cleanly knocking them out. Spike smiled, and continued to attack the gang.

Angel could see Spike in the corner of his eye.

'Never thought it would end like this' the vampire told himself. 'Not with Spike any how'.

Angel quickly refocused on the twenty thousand demons in front of him. He was actually surprised he wasn't already dead. He had expected the soldiers of the senior partners to be harder than most that he had fought. In fact, they were relatively weak. Skip had given him a harder fight. But there were more of them.

And while Angel had killed ten him self, there were at least a few thousand more in the crowd who wanted his death. Angel frowned as he cleaved the head off another demon. People always wanted to kill him.

Illyria was effortlessly mowing down the rabble in front of her. Then he was in front of her. A large demon, around eight foot tall, with the lower body of a horse. A centaur it was not, as the top half was very much demon, not human. He looked down on the former goddess.

"You will feel the pain of a thousand deaths at my hands demon!" she quite simply told him.

The demon smirked. "Not today little girl," he told her in no uncertain terms as he raised his back legs, pelting Illyria across the alley and through a brick wall. Illyria slumped in a pile of bricks. She hadn't expected that. She didn't like being surprised. It made her ill at ease.

Gunn was battering demons left and right. For a man who was badly bleeding, he was putting up a fight. Suddenly, as he battered one demon, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Like a knife through hot butter, there was no friction or resistance. There was a blade staring at him from his gut.

Gunn, using a club he had picked up from the first demon he had killed, walloped the demon behind and fell to the ground. He put an arm around his wound. The blood trickled over his dark arm. If there had been a river of blood before, then now it was an ocean. As Gunn felt the life seeping away permanently, he looked up to the dragon.

Angel moved towards the dragon, but more and more demons crowded the way. He slashed back and forth with his sword, trying to clear the way, but more and more clambered onto him, leaving him out of sight to the others.

Spike, seeing this, clambered onto the garbage bin at the back of the alley, looked up at the dragon and jumped. He managed to grab onto the huge reptiles wing. The beast bent its neck back to look at Spike. It couldn't flame the vampire, as it would hurt itself. Instead it flapped its wing incessantly, trying to make the small creature fall to the ground. Spike tried to hold on, but his fingers slipped, and he fell toward the ground.

With a sudden thump, Spike had hit the ground. He looked down to his elbow and could see his arm had a bone protruding from it. As he looked back toward the reptile, he could see the liquid gathering in its mouth. Spike knew this meant that it would soon be breathing a heavy rain of fire down on him. Spike closed his eyes.

Gunn leapt in front of Spike. The flame engulfed the young man, melting the flesh from his bone, cooking the muscles, and bleaching the bones. Spike opened to see the horror of a man being burnt alive. Gunn had sacrificed himself for Spike to carry on fighting. Spike clenched his one good fist, and jumped back into the crowd of demons. He couldn't take the dragon, not even Spike was that full of himself, but he could still take a few more demons.

Angel thrust the demons off of him, sending them flying in all directions. Hamilton's blood was still flowing through him, and while it did he felt incredible. He looked toward the dragon and saw a pile of ashes.

'Spike's dead then,' he thought to himself.

He jumped at the beast, which was now grounded. As the dragon looked up it caught sight of the vampire's fist, just as it connected with its jaw. The dragon toppled over itself, falling into the building. It wasn't the strength of Angel that had struck it the most. It was more the fact that any one could have the audacity to try and knock out a dragon with a punch.

The beast was tangled in it's own enormous body. As it writhed around trying to stand up, Angel picked up a sword, one of the many that the dead demons had left on the ground, and ran towards the beast.

Illyria stood from the pile of rubble behind the dragon. With blood dripping from her dead lips, she grabbed a piece of wood. It had splintered at the end, and would be quite affective if she decided to stab anything. As it stood, the dragon was top of her list. Then she would deal with the disrespectful half demon, half horse.

Angel thrust his sword into the hide of the dragon. Rather unlike most things angel stabbed, the scales of the dragon blunted the sword. As Angel looked at the end of the sword, he neglected to look out for the tail of the beast, which sent the vampire flying into the demon army.

Illyria, on the other hand, had experience with dragons from her days of ruling. Unless you were lucky enough to own an enchanted sword, there was only one way to kill a dragon. And as she grabbed her pike, she knew that she would be triumphant. She may not be a god any more, but Illyria would not be made to look a weakling to this infant dragon.

She thrust the pike into the eye of the dragon, through the jelly that filled its eye socket and into the creature's brain. The dragon let out a faint whimper, and it's head fell to the ground. Illyria looked at the beast, tilting her head as she did so. She was satisfied with the death, she would, however, have preferred it to put up some sort of fight.

Spike cradled his arm, much like he had cradled the baby only an hour before. It was killing him, but not as much as this army would if he let his guard down again. It was stupid of him to go after the dragon. It was a reckless thing to do. It was a Spike sort of a thing to do. But this time it caused the death of a man; Charles Gunn.

And as Spike punched into a demon with his one good arm, he felt some of his anger release. He repeated as required. As he looked round to find the others he could see that Illyria was beating the crap out of a centaur like creature, and that Angel was in the middle of a load of demons. He hated to admit it, but at the moment it looked like Angel was the strongest of the three. He didn't understand it, and he didn't like it.

The same as he didn't like a knife being in his gut, like it was now. Spike looked down to the blade and up to the demon. It looked kind of like the uber vamps he had fought the previous year. Spike quickly dealt with it, as he would have done the previous year; a quick kick to the groin, followed by a snap of the neck. It wouldn't kill it, but it would give him time to find a weapon to kill the creature.

He quickly spotted one of the numerous swords on the floor. As he brought the sword down on the demon, it exploded into dust. Spike smiled. He liked to kill things.

Angel span, taking down five of the demons surrounding him. As more jumped, he held out his hands. For a couple of years he had used stakes, which would appear from his wrists. Knowing that the senior partners probably wouldn't use vampires, he had retro fitted them to carry knives. The demons fell onto his blades, and fell to the floor.

As Angel span to land another punch on another foe, he saw someone he hadn't expected. A short girl, with blonde shoulder length hair. "That was impressive," she told the brooding vampire.

"Buffy?" Angel asked the girl. As the question left his lips, there was no doubt it was the slayer.

Behind her he could see Giles, Xander and Willow. Plus about fifty girls he couldn't identify. Slayers.