Chronicles of a Fallen God-King

Book One: To be Blue.

Authors Note: Wheee, into the second installment we go! I'm looking forward to bringing all of you fans fun and interesting story lines that will test and shape the sort of character Illyria will become in the future chapters and installments of this series. So, lets take a moment, and review, to let me know what you think about the series. Reviews are what keep us all going after all. 

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own the characters that Joss Weadon and all the lovely people on his staff created, but if you see a character you don't think was in the actual storyline in any of the Angel episodes, truth is, it's probably mine so please make sure before you use him or her.

Chapter Two:

I began to come awake again, and guessed by the lack of light that much time had passed while I had been knocked out. I lay on my back on cold, dew-covered grass, my hair fanned out underneath me. One of my hands lay on my chest, the other on the grass. My head and muscles ached. I guessed it was on two parts- aftereffects from the battle near the Hyperion and also from being spat out of a portal hard enough to knock me unconscious. Me! Illyria, the once all powerful was defeated by a portal brought forth by her own accord! I bit my teeth together and forced myself to sit up to survey my surroundings.

Dusk was settling quickly over the landscape of trees and clear blue skies. This was no land I was familiar with. It was utterly soundless. In my time, that was never a good thing. My eyes struggled to scan through the dimming sunlight, until I remembered something. Wesley… My eyes turned to the spot where he had been as I was tossed from the portal. His body was gone. The grass where it had laid was untouched. Either I had imagined seeing his body, or he had awakened long ago, and wind had managed to blow each blade of grass back into its rightful place.

I doubted that was so.

I pulled myself to my feet, and scanned each horizon for some sign of where people may have been. This might have been my blessing in disguise- my escape from the oppression and close walls of the Wolf, Ram and Hart building. If I could only find a small town of a people to take over, I would finally regain my former glory as human and animal came to respect my power as it was forced upon them. I would rule once again. "Illyria." My name was spoken from behind me.

I spun around with my eyes narrowed, the most murderous look I could fathom pasted upon my face. Who dared ruin my plans now? It was Wesley. "How dare you sneak up on me like that." I hissed at him, and turned away from him, not bothering to spare another moment wasting my time gazing at him. His sudden arrival had put a damper on my plans. Because if he was really was here, that also had to mean that the Vampires and the other human had also made it here. "I should kill you on the spot." I said threateningly, and then decided to add to my tirade. "I could have killed you on the spot."

Wesley moved beside me, and to me cautiously. "Yes, I am sorry for sneaking up on you." He said gently, not daring to touch me. Of all the people I had met since my resurrection, Wesley was the only one who truly respected my power. While he did call me names that were beneath me, he did not dare to cross me any more then that. He knew that even in my weakened state, I could still snap his neck quicker then he could beg for his life. But yet, another side told me that I would not harm him. Not after all we'd been through. I dismissed it as sheer craziness. Something to do with that portal tinkering with the threads of my mind.

"Do you know where we have arrived?" I asked without turning my gaze to him. Instead, my eyes scanned the countryside in the dying light; trying to discern which direction we should head in before all daylight was wasted completely. I did not wish to be stuck in the middle of nowhere, waiting for whatever hell spawn that might be hiding in the shadows to strike.

"I rather hoped you'd know." He quipped back to me.

"I only conjured the portal from a small amount of powers I thought you had stolen from me." Wanting only to wash my hands of the situation now. "It was a stroke of luck on all our parts that we found our way out of there."

"How did that happen anyway?" Wesley asked, stepping forward again to do his own scanning of the countryside. "Where did Gunn, Angel, Spike, and the rest of the demons go? Does time flow faster here then on Earth?" He asked without relent. My head had begun to reel from the sheer chaos of it all, and I clutched at my temples with my hands. He seemed to notice me trying to contain myself, and placed his hand on my shoulder to ask how I was doing, his voice rife with pity and confusion both.

I knocked his hand away quickly, angrily for thinking that he was allowed to touch me. "I cannot answer your questions any better then I can my own." I hissed at him, my gaze upon him radiating pure spite and power. "You would do well to remember your place while you are around me. Just because I had the Wizard save your life does not make your place equal to mine. You are still just a mortal, doomed to die like all the rest. But he stole your time from you." I explained, standing and walking up to him, my face in his. "He stole your time, I stole it back. You are in my debt once again. One day you shall repay me for my kindness and generosity."

Wesley didn't move, or back down from me. Instead, he seemed to stand a little taller in my presence, straightening his back and his neck before speaking to me again. "You're overcompensating." He said softly. "Just because you saved a mortal, doesn't mean you're any less then you were before. Now, I don't have time for these petty fights between us here," he started, his vision no longer locked on me.

My eyes wide, I stared at him with admiration. There might be hope for him yet. He was not one to back down from confrontation- that much I had learned from him during my short time as one of the group. "We cannot stay here." I said to him, changing the subject. Already, I could tell that we were in trouble. I could smell blood on the air around me now, wafting towards us from upwind. My eyes shot in the direction it was coming from, and I began to move forward, walking a step faster then before. "I smell blood on the air." I said to Wesley, explaining the situation in a simple sentence.

He said nothing for now, and stepped into place beside me. Both of us were unarmed, yet we knew what we were getting into. Out of one battle, and into another.

"Maybe the others are there." Wesley said, his voice full of hope. That possibility had occurred to me too, and although I would not care one way or the other, it would have been a good thing to have a few more hands on our side in this new world that we were currently trapped in. Because even though Wesley did not know, I had no idea how to recreate the portal to return us to our home dimension. That kind of power was lost to me know, pulled from my aching and splitting body as I fell to pieces before them. It was the only way to rescue me from a fate worse then the one I was in now, worse then the death I had come back from before. This death would be final. It was a small price to pay.

We came to the crest of a small hill, to gaze down into a small valley below us. My heartbeat quickened in my chest as I watched the scene unfolding below us. The vampires were there, fighting against a half dozen or so of the demons that had been pulled through the portal before them. Other demons, the less brave, were fleeing together over another hill and into a forest together. The rest of them however, stood their ground and fought against the two companions. Angel had acquired a sword while battling, and after slicing the head off of a smaller demon, he tossed the weapon to Spike, who before had been unarmed and in trouble.

He caught the weapon easily and did his own 'slicing and dicing' as I'd so heard it put before. Wesley materialized a ball of flame in the palm of his hand, and shot it down towards the small crowd of demons below. The demon attacking Angel burst into flames as the ball connected with the flesh on his back, and he turned and ran, roaring loudly, right towards us. Our position had been compromised by Wesley's recklessness, and we were forced to fight now. Mostly we used our hands, Magic a far more dangerous form of attack at the moment, with a couple of Vampires fighting at our side.

My fists flew with a fury all their own, and I jumped from the ground, my feet spinning and kicking a demon away from me, back down the small gully and to the feet of Angel, who crushed his windpipe with the heel of his boot. Spike and Wesley finished off the last two demons, and then we were able to rest, our breaths coming in short gasps as we regained our energy.

It was then I realized something, as I stared down at Angel and Spike in the setting sunlight. They were not on fire. Why were they not on fire? "Why are you not on fire?" I asked, vocalizing my question. My head cocked to the side as I examined them, stepping close to Angel and taking his chin in between my first two fingers and turning his face, checking for any sign of scorch marks, or burns. He knocked my hand away impatiently, placing his hands on his hips and glaring at me with intense hatred. I was used to it, and instead turned to Spike, who did not protest as I examined him.

Angel and Wesley spoke over my shoulder back and forth, and I paid attention to their conversation as they spoke.

"Could we be where I think we are?" Wesley asked Angel. "I mean, you're not on fire, it's possible."

"And where's that mate?" Spike asked from in front of me. I was examining his neck now, turning his face upwards so as to get the remaining light onto his pale skin, trying to figure how this could be possible. His skin was still cold to the touch, confirming that he was in fact still deceased, and could not possibly be alive.

"I think we're on Pylea." Wesley replied, explaining what had occurred the last time they had visited this dimension. I guess he must have turned to see me there, and he coughed softly over my shoulder. "Umm, Illyria, what are you doing exactly?" He asked me.

With a sigh, defeated by logic I could not explain, I stood up straight and turned to him. "I was examining the Vampire, to try and understand why they are still alive." I explained, staring at Wesley. Surely he understood me. With a nod back to me, I relaxed again and folded my arms across myself, and listened to the rest of the conversation between comrades, taking in what I could for future use.

Spike coughed again, and spoke up, asking a question I hadn't even thought to wonder about yet. "Where'd Charley-boy get off to, then?" He asked the group as a whole, looking between us all, hoping one of us had news on the fate of the other mortal. None of us did. That was a blow to my ego. I had sent him through the portal before any of the rest of us had gone through. Was it possible that the portal had sent the rest of us to another realm then it had Gunn? If so, then it really was my fault that he was gone, and I doubted we would ever find him again.

It was my fault. And for the first time-

I was feeling remorse.

Authors Note: Whoo, another chapter done. Did you all like it? Please, please Review and let me know! Reviews are what keep the world spinning! Anyway, look out for the next chapter in the next couple days.

Where is Gunn?

And what does being on Pylea mean for the rest of the group?

Will they be welcomed with open arms?