DISCLAIMER: I do not own Angel or anything related to that. I only the character of Chance.
A/N: Sorry it took kinda long time.
Angel, Spike, Gunn, and Illyria merged at the Los Angeles Cemetery. They all had matching puzzled look on their faces. Without asking each other anything, they walked through the gates and onto the path. Gunn was the first to speak.
"Anyone know why we're here?"
The familiar cold voice from the back of the group said, "There is an unthinkable amount of power arising here. The power is ancient and stronger than I."
"Good to know that before we die." Spike said sarcastically.
"Actually you won't die just see one who had died return." A voice said in front of them.
The voice belonged to a girl who may have been seventeen. She was sitting on top of a tombstone with candles surrounding it. Her legs were covering the epitaph.
"Who are you?" Angel asked not showing emotion but ready to attack if the girl was a threat.
"Maybe I should be asking you who are and your little group of friends. But that would take too much time and I already know who you all are," The girl looked over to where each was standing. "You are Angel, the famed vampire with a soul. The one next to you is Spike, your work through Drusilla; another vampire with a soul but he had to go to hell and back to get his. The other is Charles Gunn, attorney from Wolfram and Hart; also the last person who should be working for a vamp since your sister became one. Last but not least, Illyria the Ancient One. You killed your vessel Winifred Burkle." The girl was glad she was able to receive some amount of terror from the group.
"Like Peaches said, what is your name?" Spike spoke after several seconds.
"Chance." The young girl said with happiness.
"A sorcerer." Illyria piped in.
"I prefer using witch." Chance said. There was silence which Chance broke by saying, "I wanted you guys to be her for the show." Chance leapt off the tombstone and went behind it. Everyone could now see whose name was on the tombstone: Wesley Wyndam-Price.
"What are you going to do with Wesley?" Illyria questioned, the upcoming anger evident in her voice.
"I'm bringing him back and if any of you try and stop me. I'll kill all of you. I don't mind." Chance threatened.
"If you do that then everything will be unbalanced." Angel said. He was nervous about Wesley's resurrection. True he wanted the former Watcher back but he wasn't ready to risk another apocalypse because of it.
"Don't worry about it. The Powers are totally fine with it. I'll tell you, the dream sucked but I got the message. Now will you scoot back and shut up so I can do what was asked." Chance ordered. She brought the items that were behind the tombstone to the front and opened a book to see if she had everything.
Chance turned around and saw that nobody had listened to a word she said. "If you want to help your friend then scoot the hell back," she brandished a sacrificial knife. After that the group decided to move back. At that moment, the wind started to howl and Chance's words were drowned out. Then there was a bright light and an exploding sound.
