Beyond All things

By: Lily DeSilva

Disclaimer: I don't own, I just write. Don't sue!

Timeline: Not Fade Away

Spoilers: A Hole in the World to Not Fade Away

Summery: After Wesley's death, a girl shows up in LA, helps the fang gang beat the Senior Partners, and runs off. The thing is…she looks just like Wesley. A bunch of mystical twists and turns have the Whyndam-Pryces facing up to all of their demons…together.

"Let's get to work." Angel drew his sword, whipping it around and skillfully killing the first demon. Illyria followed closely, slaughtering everything within reach. Spike tried to help Gunn inch forwards, also killing the beasts.

Hours later…

Six hours…this was probably the longest battle Angel had ever fought consistently. But he had to. This was truly the battle of the century. Maybe even the millennium. This was the end of the world we were talking about. Not some wimpy battle.

The Fang Gang was doing well, though. Six hours, and only the dragon left. Gunn was nearly dead, lying in the alley clutching his stomach and breathing heavily. Spike was barely holing on. If he were not a vampire, he would definitely be dead. There were swords, as well as with other weapons sticking out of his torso. Multiple wounds tattooed his body. Angel was in a similar state. Illyria was the only one who seemed to be okay. She was battling with the dragon, thinking about how much Angel wanted to do that.

Illyria was exhausted. And confused. This didn't happen to a demon goddess! She did not get tired. But the dragon was nearly impossible to beat. She collapsed to the ground, unable to go on. Gunn was in bad shape, and the two vampires were not doing well. If they were to beat The Circle of the Black Thorn, let alone the Senior partners, they needed help and they needed it fast.

Almost as if something could read Illyria's thoughts, a girl appeared out of nowhere. She had curly brown hair and looked strangely familiar. She had a sword and, before anyone could stop her, she was charging at the dragon. In a matter of minutes, she had skillfully beheaded the beast. For the first time in nearly seven hours, the alley was silent. Only the pouring rain dared to make a sound.

Everyone was drenched. The girl dropped her sword and fell to her knees. She looked to the heavens. "This is for Wesley!" She shouted. She then got up, and ran into the night.

No one spoke for quite some time. Angel picked Gunn up, and stumbled into Spike. A once – in – a – lifetime look came upon the bleached blonde vampire's face; for once in his un–life, he was being serious. The look only lasted a few moments, though, before one of his sarcastic remarks escaped his lips.

"What the bloody hell was that about?"

"So, you're all saying that some little white chick stumbled out of the dark, slayed the dragon, yelled something about my best friend and ran away?" Gunn was lying in a hospital bed surrounded by Angel, Spike, and Illyria. She was in 'Fred Form', as not to cause confusion. Not many medical professionals were used to seeing a girl with blue hair and skin.

"Yeah. Bloody amusing, though." Spike laughed. The remark was followed up with a yelp as Angel slapped him. "Bugger off, Nancy boy!"

"Shut up, Spike. We have more important things to worry about. There's a girl running around who looks and smells like Wesley." Angel paced around the small room. "That's either really good, or really bad."

"How could it be bad?" Illyria asked. She still spoke with the tone she always had. Serious. Kind of deadpan.

"It could be very bad. But I'm hoping for good. I don't even know why we're talking about this!" Angel glared around the room.

"Hey, you started it, Peaches!" Spike thrilled. "You started telling Charlie here about what happened after he fainted."

Angel was getting irritated. "Get out, Spike! I've had about enough of you!"

Spike rolled his eyes. "Fine!" he shouted. "C'mon, Blue. Let's go find something to hit."

Illyria smiled, looking eerily like Fred. "I like hitting things." She morphed back to her own form. "Let's go, half-breed."

Angel rolled his eyes as Spike strutted out the door with Illyria at his heels. "Anyways, how are you feeling what with getting shot in the stomach with a crossbow?"

Gunn shrugged. "Kind of like getting shot in the stomach with a crossbow." Angel nodded, empathy showing on his face. "So," Gunn continued, "what's next?"

"We find the girl. She could be a relative of Wesley. She needs to know about him." Angel started pacing again.

"Seems she already knows, what with the whole 'screaming to the heavens' thing."

"I know, but we should still talk to her." Angel grabbed a piece of paper and began to draw. The girl in his picture looked eerily like the real thing; curly hair, almond-shaped eyes, even things no one else noticed.

"Damn, man! She does look like Wes." Gunn tied to sit up, but failed. "Is she, like, his sister or something?"

Angel shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine." He stopped drawing. "What we need is-"

"Wesley." A young woman walking though the door cut him off. She had green hair and was slightly transparent. "You are looking to bring back Mr. Whyndam-Pryce. I can do that." She walked to the bed.

"Who are you?" Angel asked.

"Call me Xarla." She said. "Keeper of lost souls. This Wesley is one. The only way to help him is to bring him back. I have the power to do that."

Gunn got very excited at the sound of this. "You can bring English back?!"

Xarla nodded. "But, at a price."

Angel sighed. "Everything has a price…Maybe one that's too high to pay…One that's life-threatening…What is it?"

"The Powers that be." She answered simply.

"What do you mean?" Angel inquired, stepping forwards.

"One of your own will be cursed with the Powers that be. This has happened before."

"The visions," Gunn whispered

Xarla smiled. "You now know the price. Do you accept?"

"Hell, yes! We've dealt with the visions before; we can handle them now." Gunn shouted.

"So it is done." She said, disappearing.

"Damn, man! That was weird." Gunn shook his head. "Did it work?"

"What do you think?" A distinctly British voice asked.

Angel spun around. A man was standing behind him. A man he had known for over seven years "Wesley?"

Wes smiled. He walked over to Gunn's bed. "How are you feeling, Charles?"

Gunn shrugged. "Kinda like I got shot in the stomach with a crossbow. And did you just answer my question with a question?"

Both Angel and Wesley chose to ignore him. "Wesley, we need to ask you something. Do you have, like, a sister or something? Because, when we were in the alley…"

"Yes, Angel I saw what happened there." Wesley looked at the floor. "And, yes. I do have a sister." He whispered.

"Well?" Gunn asked.

"Lara," Wes's voice was barley audible "Her name is Lara."