Authors Note: This was a surprise idea I had. Hopefully it takes off, cause I kinda like it. Please read and review! Thanks.J
The small, black covered figure walked through the darkened hallways of the old temple. The powerful legs in cased in black leather strode over the stone floors. The hooded - cape flowed like black mist as the figure speed up. A long, Shintaro sword was strapped the back of the muscled figure. The small frame deceived the eye, as an immense layer of power and strength lay just beneath the surface. Tendrils of blonde hair, laced with black streaks slipped from beneath the hood as it fell from the figures head. The angelic face of a young woman that appeared was marred by pitch black eyes and a blackish tint in the veins.
"You are Master Quoi San?" The woman's voice was hard and soft all at once. The old man she addressed turned and smiled grimly.
"I suppose it is ironic that the one they call 'Héroe dañado' is a woman." He chuckled and turned his full attention to the woman.
"Then I suppose it's ironic that the greatest teacher of warrior women is a sexist pig." Smirked the woman.
"You misunderstand." The old man walked slowly towards the woman. "I only meant that millions of people…the ones who fear you and the ones who envy you…they all believe you to be a man."
"Then I guess they were wrong." She grinned and removed her cape, revealing a tight black leather jacket. "I have come to ask for your help."
"My help?" Master Quoi San looked confused. "If the legends are correct then I can offer you nothing."
"Legends are gossip that people create to pass the time." The young woman placed her cape and sword on the ground. "I am not nearly what the gossips say I am."
"Well then…" Smiled Quoi San. "We have much to talk about."
"Angel Investigations, how can I help you?" Dawn Summers listened as the latest horror victim described their tragedy and took notes. "How about we have someone come down and take a look around 5 o'clock today? That's good? Fine, we'll see you then. Bye."
Dawn sighed and put down the phone. She entered the notes into computer at the front desk. She looked around her and half smiled. The Hyperion had come a long way from the dingy abandoned hotel Angel had found upon his arrival in L.A. The building was now spectacular in gothic glory with a homey touch that wouldn't have been possible without the women of the scoobies.
"Hey, Dawnie." Faith, the slayer walked into the lobby and grinned at the brunette. "Get anymore emergencies?"
"Nope." Dawn got up from the desk and walked into the back room to pour herself a cup of coffee. "Just a call about a maybe-poltergeist."
"So…"
"Don't worry." Grinned Dawn. She came back and stood across from Faith at the counter. "I'll give it to Anya and Xander."
"Thanks." Faith went and flopped onto one of the couches. "Today was hell. I had four vampire nests and two Fyral demons."
"It'll slow down…don't worry." Dawn walked over and sat beside Faith. "Hey…do you ever think about…."
"About what?" Faith sat up and looked over at Dawn.
"Buffy." Dawn turned away from her friend. "I mean…I know you never knew her, but I know she was always a part of our lives… And about the things that lead us here. I mean who'd of thought we'd all end up in L.A. fighting demons with Angel's friends."
"I know." Faith half smiled. "Dawn, Buffy is gone. She's been gone for almost five years. I know you miss her. I know Giles, Angel, Willow, Xander, Cordelia and Oz miss her. Hell, even Wes and Spike miss her."
"Yeah…" Dawn sighed and got up, looking out into the courtyard where Angel and Cordy played with their son, Connor.
"Hey, man." Gunn walked into the courtyard of the Hyperion, followed by Fred, Wes and Lorne. Angel and Cordelia each looked up and smiled at their friends. "Apocalypse number 999 averted."
"What was it this time?" Angel picked up Connor and sat beside Cordelia on one of the benches. Angel had been turned human almost two year ago when he passed his final test. A demon had come and kidnapped Cordelia. It had given Angel a choice…. save Cordelia and die or become human. Angel, who had been trying to redeem himself his whole un-life, had chosen to save Cordelia. The Powers that Be had seen this as the ultimate sacrifice…destiny for love. They had saved Cordelia and made Angel human. The two finally admitted their feelings for each other and got married. Not long after, they had Connor.
"Some wayward scientist trying to end the world by calling upon the devil." Fred grinned and shook dust out of her hair. "Silly guy didn't spell his symbols right."
"Where's Spike?" Cordelia looked around for the peroxide blonde vampire.
"Daylight." Pointed out Lorne. "Sweet cakes had to go through the sewers. Why?"
"Package came for him." Cordelia held up a bulky letter.
"Magic?" Asked Wesley as he examined the unmarked letter. The only writing on it was Spike's name.
"No." Willow walked out into the courtyard. "Already scanned it." She turned to Angel. "Giles wants to see you in the library. Something about a new prophecy."
Angel groaned and followed his team inside where they all went to the third floor, which had been transformed, into a huge library.
Spike sat by Oz at one of the computer terminals. Xander and Anya stood silently arguing over the latest attack, and Dawn and Faith walked into the room behind the others. Giles stood at the head of the meeting table.
"Thank you for coming…I believe there is something that requires our immediate attention."
As Giles went on to explain, what he had found, Cordelia slipped over to Spike and passed him the envelope. When he frowned at her, she just shrugged and walked back to Angel.
"I have found a prophecy that involves a redeemed soul and a fallen warrior." Giles looked around at his friends and family. They had all gone silent and Giles didn't blame them. The redeemed soul could mean a few people they all knew, including a two people that stood near him. As for the fallen warrior, Giles had a guess, but didn't dare to hope.
"What the…?" Everyone turned to look at Spike. A deep frown of confusion marred his face as he looked at a silver ring lying in the palm of his hand. He looked around at the curious stares and spoke. "It came in the envelope…along with a note that said 'remember your sun block.'"
Willow walked over to Spike and accepted the ring from him. She looked at it and gasped as it began to glow green light.
"What is it?" Spike tilted his head at the witch as she lowered her hand.
"The ring…it has liquid stone in it."
"What?" Anya crossed over to the two. "What kind of stone?"
"Gem of Amarra." Whispered Willow. She turned to Angel. "But…you destroyed it…years ago."
Angel handed Connor to Cordelia and took the ring from Willow. "I did. There was never any mention of a second gem." He looked at Spike.
"I never found one." Spike took the ring from Angel. He looked unsure of what to do.
"You should put it on." They all looked up at Dawn. "It was sent to you. Obviously whoever sent it, wanted you to have it and the powers it gives you."
Spike looked at the ring hesitantly by slipped it on. Immediately he felt power surge through his body. He knew this feeling…he had experienced it years ago when he had found the original ring. He breathed in deep and enjoyed the feelings of confidence and power that were running through him.
"Spike?" He snapped out of his power trance as he heard a small whisper. Fred stood beside him, looking nervous.
"It's alright, luv." He puts his hand on her shoulder. "Still the same Spike."
"Good." Fred smiles and the two turn back to Giles.
"Well, this is both interesting and disturbing." Giles sat down on the table edge. "Spike, you get the gem of Amarra on the same day we find out about the prophecy. It could be that you are the redeemed soul, you have earned it."
The group each fell into their own thoughts about the new development. Each wondering who could the fallen warrior could be.