Title: With Every Decision
Genre: Drama/Angst/Horror
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Spoilers: Read the Prologue.
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Angel gasped unneeded breaths of air when he opened his eyes. He looked around his surroundings. Back at the Hyperion not at the crypt, not near Buffy.
"Got to stop it." His voice hoarse from screaming, trembles out of his mouth.
"You can't." Anya's voice floated through the air, her body unseen.
"What do you mean I can't?" His grinding voice demanded.
"It wasn't a premonition, Angelus. You weren't seeing what will be, your seeing what already is. She's dead. She's gone." Ayna's matter a fact voice was tinged with regret and sadness.
"It was after all the only way." Her voice continued.
Angel stands up menacingly his posture filled with aggression.
"You could of done it other way!" He tried to yell but his voice came up short.
"Something great. I had to do something great." Her voice started to fade.
"I'm going to kill you, Anyaka! I'm going to nail you to walls and torture you in ways you've only heard. Theirs a reason my name is feared and yours is only told in passing!" He growled threateningly, eyes turning amber gold as he does so.
"I don't exist anymore, and the Anya of this time has no part in this. Changing the past eliminates my existence. I no longer exist and neither does your slayer." Anya's voice says fading out of existence.
"Oh god. Buffy." Was all Angel said before he bolted out of the room. Leaping over the railing of the upstairs he lands smoothly on the ground and rushes out the back to his car.
10 min's later…
Angel was zooming out of L.A as fast as the car would allow. He needed to get to Buffy and he needed to get to her an hour ago. If there was some way to save her, he would save her.
Alleyway….
As the rained pelted down on the very Pregnant Darla. A soaking Fred by her side.
Darla turned to Fred. "What happened to him!" She screamed.
"I don't know! He just poofed disappeared!" Fred franticly yelled back.
A moment later an arrow came sailing through the air and embedded itself in Darla's chest. As Darla turned to dust a baby was left in her wake. A dirty, wet, and crying baby boy screaming for parents who can't hear his call. Fred goes to reach for him but finds a current of electricity going through her body. Fred is thrown back by the power and knocked unconscious.
Lilah comes out of the shadows with a stun gun in her hand and purpose in her heart. She puts the stun gun away and scoops the baby into her arms as if she was a natural born mother. She looks down at the baby with a sinister smile on her face.
"Well aren't you a cute little thing. Oh yes you are." She said in that typical I'm talking to a baby voice. Still talking in baby, "And I bet your insides looks just as cute, Oh yes they do, yes they do. Let's have a look." Lilah turned and with a nod of the head beckoned a Wolfram and Hart Swat member.
She handed the baby over to him. "Make sure he stays alive and get him to the lab. Our scientist will have a field day with it."
The Swat member swallowed hard and nodded, soon rushing off to do his job.
Lilah just stared into the flames of the burning club, her arms crossed, an array of emotions flittering across her face.
TBC…
