I own none of these characters. they're joss whedons. except the new bad guy. his Henchman sort of appeared in "You're Welcome", but i gave him more character. Thanks for reading. and please keep thereviews coming. :)

Chapter Four: Plans In Motion

In the bowels of what was once the Wolfram and Hart L.A. branch there stood a demon.

His skin was a red shade, his eyes dark green, with vampiric fangs.

He stood at eight feet tall, and towered over the control panel in front of him.

As he pressed dials and flicked switches, a device in front of began to hiss and smoke. A column rose from the floor in front of him. Inside it stood a huge creature. Even bigger than he, if that was possible.

The demon smiled as the glass cylinder smashed open.

Out stood a gigantic demon. Its arms stretched down to his feet, with its jaw being wide enough to swallow a man in one. The creature kneeled onto its left leg, bowing its head to the demon in front of him.

The demon smiled. "Fear..." it addressed the creature. "You know your target?"

Fear looked into its master's eyes. "Yes, my lord."

The hulk of a creature stood in front of its master.

"Good," the demon replied. "I think its time we paid a visit to a certain friend of ours."

Spike had been able to move his arm for about a hour now, and in that hour he had gone for Xander a total of twenty times. It was only the grace of Angel that stopped the two from fighting all out. There was no love between the three of them, but Angel needed all the help he could get.

And that included what he was about to ask Buffy. Angel had called every one of the Sunnydale alumni down to the lobby to have a meeting. Angel was behind the reception desk, with Giles next to him. Buffy, Xander, and Willow sat on the round couch, or what was left of it. Spike and Illyria were on opposite staircases. Spike was smoking a cigarette, much to the annoyance of everyone in the lobby. The Immortal stood next to the lobby entrance.

The slayers were upstairs, or out on patrol.

"Guys we're gonna need help in this. We're not strong enough to deal with the apocalypse on our own," Angel paused.

"We could call Faith and Wood," Xander piped in.

"We will, but I was thinking something more... sizeable." Angel told the group.

Spike stopped smoking his cigarette. "You are joking I hope?"

Every one turned to Angel.

"What's he talking about Angel? Who do you wanna call?" Buffy asked her former lover. She frowned at this line. She just hoped to god Angel didn't reply the Ghostbusters.

"Riley, and his soldiers..." Everyone was silent at this revelation. Everyone, except Spike that was.

"No bloody way mate!" the British accent was piercing in its intent. "Angel, they study creatures like me and you, not to mention demon girl here. They'd have a field day on her!"

Illyria stood up. "They will swallow the bitter taste of death before I allow this!"

Angel sighed. "It's really not up to you guys," he explained.

"Bollox!" Spike was blunt in his reply. "We can do this without 'em. We got Red; we got Buffy, not to mention like fifty other slayers, plus the rest who will come eventually. Why do we need the government boys?"

"Because Spike, this isn't about one city. It's not about one country. It's the apocalypse. End of the world. We can't fight the end of the world on our own, and that's a fact." Buffy told him.

Spike was quiet as she spoke to him. It was the first time she had said his name since the Hellmouth. Over a year ago now. He sat back down.

"Angel, while I too would be reluctant to call the Initiative, what do you intend to do once they have been summoned. I mean, you are assuming that they aren't already helping in some other way already," Giles had taken his glasses off while he asked this question.

"We'd organise some kind of defensive program I guess, I hadn't planned that far ahead." Angel replied.

"Too bloody right you haven't!" Spike piped in again, but with a quick glance from Buffy, the vampire was sitting down again.

"I'll call him. I'll get it done," Buffy reassured him.

Angel smiled, "Thanks."

"Right gang, lets get to work. Xander give Faith and Wood a call, find out how long it'd take them to get here. Willow, could you and Illyria do a little reconnaissance? I want you to check the surrounding area and see if the demons are re-massing again." And with that Buffy's troops snapped into action.

Illyria stared at the slayer. "I do this not because you request it, but because it suits me," She told Buffy.

Buffy smiled slightly. She was a little taken back by this woman. Willow had assured her that the girl she used to be was a kind and considerate woman; one that Willow suspected was attracted to her. It confused her to see this women/demon and think of her being what Willow had once seen her be.

As the others left, Buffy moved toward Angel and Giles. So did Spike and the Immortal.

"What do you think is coming next?" the slayer asked Angel.

Angel looked at her. "It'll be big. That was just the beginning of the assault. That isn't anywhere near the Senior Partners full power."

"They got more than a demon army in there hand?" Spike asked.

"They are the orcestraitors of the Apocalypse, William. Of course they have more." The Immortal informed the younger vampire.

Spike flared his lips in the way he always did when annoyed. He hated the Immortal almost as much as Angel, but he wasn't going to start anything while Buffy was around.

"He's right Spike. They'll have a lot more up their sleeves." Angel turned to Buffy, "Which is why we need the initiative in on this."

Buffy nodded. She understood Angel more than the others did. And she knew this wasn't what he wanted, but it was what was needed.

Giles raised a hand. "While this may seem incredibly stupid thing to say, but we have taken into account the fact that if a high level senator can be a member of the Black Thorne, as Angel has told us, then the united states government could be willing partners?"

"We're going to have to risk it Giles. Any government in the world could be involved. Maybe all of them. But Buffy trusts Riley. And while I don't like the guy, I'm sure he wouldn't stand by and let the world go to hell. If we contact him we'll get the right people," Angel reasoned with Giles.

"I hope so," the ex-watcher replied, sounding thoroughly unhappy with the idea.

As Angel was about to snap back at the English man, he heard something. A noise, like a low rumble. He could see Spike could hear it too.

"What's that-" Spike was cut off by a large explosion.

The entrance to the hotel was completely blown away.

There was, in its place, a gigantic demon, with a slightly smaller, but no less impressive counterpart.

While the big one was green, the smaller was red. He was wearing a brownish robe. It covered his torso, while a leather plate that went to the floor covered his crotch.

The Immortal stood fast. "Draven?!" He asked, with a tone of shock and urgency.

The red demon looked toward the Immortal.

"Well that's interesting..." Draven remarked.

The Immortal turned quickly to Buffy. "Get out of here! NOW!" he yelled.

The others were taken aback by the sudden change in the Immortals character. He was usually calm and in control, but now looked be lost and unsure about what to do.

Draven raised his right hand. Suddenly the Immortal was choking. Blood spewed from his mouth.

"No!" yelled Buffy as she lunged towards the Draven. She landed a blow with her right hand, but Draven simply stood strong. He turned his head toward Buffy as he landed a punch squarely on her jaw.

As the slayer hit the floor, she knew her jaw was dislocated.

The Immortal had escaped the grip of Draven due to this distraction, and was now on his knees holding his throat.

Angel and Spike ran toward Draven. The demon simply raised his hand.

"I do not deal with you. Fear!" As he yelled, the Green demon moved forward. "These are what you were designed to destroy. Have at it." And with that Draven disappeared.

Fear launched himself at Angel. As he did so, Angel had a series of images launch into his head. Doyle's death, Cordelia farewell, Connor's abduction, Buffy dying at the Master's hand. All the images flooded back. He simply fell to the floor. The hulk like creature took a swipe at Angel, and he was sent flying toward the ceiling.

While Angel gained some airtime, Spike had begun his assault. But just as quickly as it had dealt with Angel the beast had turned it's attention to Spike. Images soon appeared to him as well. Buffy's face as he went to far, Fred's death, killing innocent victims. All of his fears appeared to him, and soon he was on the other side of the reception desk, having proceeded to go through it. Giles moved toward the vampire, checking to make sure he was ok.

Buffy was standing, but she couldn't fight. She was already seeing her worst fears. Spike in the bathroom, Dawn's lifeless body, discovering her dead mother. The things that haunted her paralysed her. With out much second thought she had been punched through the elevator doors.

The beast turned to face the Immortal. As it did so it unleashed the power of fear onto him.

And nothing happened.

The Immortal smiled. "When you have lived as long as me my dear friend you learn not to fear things, only to accept them!"

Fear cocked its head. "You feared my master?"

"No, I feared what he could do to her. I accepted long ago that he was more powerful than me. You're powers show me my fears. I have none for myself, only for her."

Fear smirked. "No matter. I can still destroy you."

The Immortal looked at the beast. "Quite true my friend, you could,"

The beast smiled at the creature in front of him. "And yet you still face me?"

"Let me finish dear sir. You COULD destroy me, were you not standing over a portal..." Fear looked down.

And just as soon as he did he had appeared over the rubble of the Wolfram and Hart offices.

The Immortal ran towards Buffy.

"Are you ok my sweet?" he asked as he cradled his love.

"Yeah, peachy..." The slayer retorted, with blood gushing from her forehead.

"Shhhhh..." the Immortal hushed her. He raised a hand over her forehead, and instantly the wound was gone. Buffy smiled at her lover. Giles emerged from behind the desk, leaving Spike in pain, but alive.

"Immortal, who was that?" Giles asked.

The Immortal turned around to face the ex-librarian. "That was Draven, and we are in worse trouble than we could possibly imagine..."