Summary: Angel finally comes clean about his son Connor to Buffy and the gang, and further explains the fight with the Black Thorn. Then, the story crosses to back in the alley where the final battle took place.
Author's Note: I hope ya'll liking this fan.fic so far cos im absolutely loving writing it. It's just flowing so easily, and everything seems to be going in the right direction. Im sorry to anyone who seems disappointed by this fan.fic but I promise things are going to get more interesting, as I promised earlier. I plan for it to happen in this very chapter! Keep reading!
Chapter Six: Back in Los Angeles
'Did I just hear you right?' Buffy asked, astounded by what she had just heard. Angel nodded. 'When did this happen? With Eve?' She emphasised with anger and envy Eve's name.
'No, it happened a little over two years ago. With Darla.' Angel told Buffy.
'Darla?' Spike exclaimed. 'How's she doing? Last I heard she was dead.'
'She was, until Wolfram and Hart brought her back about three years ago. Then they brought Drusilla back to sire Darla, and they tried to paint L.A. red. I couldn't let them, but after a series of events I ended up with Darla. I'm sorry Buffy.'
She stared at him, completely confused with mixed emotions of anger, hatred and astonishment. 'What…' she murmured. 'You have a son?'
'How is that possible, you being a vampire and all?' Willow asked.
'I don't know, but he's about 20 now.' Angel said. 'Goes to college too.'
'Angel!' Buffy snapped, getting his attention. 'How on earth did this happen?'
'As I said, some things happened. I don't really know what I was thinking back then, and I'd rather not dwell on it at the moment. Talking is hurting enough as it is.' Angel groaned, as he got comfortable again. He could feel his wound healing, but very slowly.
'I can't believe this. All of this!' Buffy cried. 'How can this all be happening?' She was so confused, not knowing what to think, or who to trust. 'Spike, did you know anything about this?'
'No pet, not a thing. This is the first I've heard of it.' Spike said before turning his attention to Angel. 'Hang on a sec mate, how did you get all frisky with Darla and still have your soul intact?'
'It wasn't pure happiness, but I did have an epiphany – don't ask.' He quickly jumped to finish his sentence before anyone could say anything.
'Angel, why did you never tell me?' Buffy asked.
'I didn't want you to know.' Angel replied simply.
'Why not?'
'I thought it would hurt you. I didn't want to do that to you.' He explained. Buffy had to sympathise.
'I understand you reasoning, but this is a big issue. Everything just seems so big.'' She was getting distraught, not knowing what to think anymore. 'What am I meant to believe out of all this stuff you've told us?'
'Everything.' Spike answered. 'Everything has been the truth, and it's just up to your conscience to tell you that you need to believe us.'
'But I don't know if I can. It's just so much.' Buffy whined.
'You still haven't explained what caused you all these injuries.' Willow said. 'I mean, you told us it was in a battle with the Senior Partners and the Black Thorn, but what exactly happened?'
Four days earlier…'Let's go to work.' Angel said boldly, raising his sword and hearing it clash against the sword of an enemy. And so the battle began.
Angel kicked, punched, swung his sword and chopped at hundreds of demons as they flooded into the alley behind the old Hyperion hotel.
Spike fiercely began attacking anything that came his way, killing everything almost instantly. He watched at the corpses began to pile up, and then slowly disperse into a fine grey powder and float away in the rain. The bodies continued to pile, and Spike could only hope that none of the bodies belonged to Illyria, Gunn of Angel.
Illyria and Gunn waited behind Angel and Spike, attacking and killing anything that came back to them. From another alley more demons began flooding in, surrounding them. They foursome had nowhere to go, and nothing to do but fight: fight until the end.
Unfortunately, the end came too soon for Gunn. An enemy's sword struck his side, and everyone saw it. Without even realising it, they'd all turned around briefly to check on each other's status only to see Gunn being sliced with a sword and falling to the ground in pain. He grabbed at his side, unable to cover the wound with his arm. He slowly bled to death as his fighting comrades continued the battle on into the night, leaving him to die there in the alley.
Illyria was furious now, after wanting to do more violence when she watched Wesley die. She was furiously attacking the demons now, after seeing Gunn also die. As she, Spike and Angel continued the fight on into the night, they had completely forgotten about Gunn. He was now dead, his blood flowing like a river with the heavy rainwater disappearing down the drain.
Spike looked up to see Angel grab a garbage bin from the side of the alley, take off the lid and sit it in the middle of the alley. The dragon blew fire down at every living creature, or rather dead creature, in the alley. Eventually, its flame lit up inside the bin before everything got saturated. Angel kicked the bin and it rolled down into the alley. Thankfully, the rain eased up a bit and Angel watched as some of the demons began to catch on fire. The flames spread and soon the demons were dying even before they reached the remaining Angel gang members.
Spike and Illyria had come together again, right back at the end of the alley as they watched Angel fighting further away.
'You think we stand much of a chance?' Spike panted, examining himself for any major wounds.
'I am surprised that we have all lasted this long.' Illyria stated. 'We should have all died long ago, like Gunn.' She tilted her head and looked over at Gunn lying lifeless and alone on the ground. 'I wish he did not die. He was not unpleasant to my eyes. I wish Wesley did not die; he was my light in this world. Now, there is nothing for me. If not that I do not live through this, what is left of this kingdom will be gone.'
'Listen love, this is not all that there is as a part of this kingdom. The world is a bloody massive ball love, and there is much of it you haven't seen. And you probably won't.' He sighed, and turned his attention back to the demons running past Angel. He was staggering back, just after spearing the dragon with his sword.
Spike noted that he was now weapon-less and extremely vulnerable. 'Angel dammit, protect yourself with something!' he shouted over the screeching of the demons. He watched in horror as a demon jumped down from a wall and came up behind Angel. 'Behind you Angel!'
Angel spun around quickly, performing a roundhouse kick to catch the demons behind him. As he landed, the demon, now in front of him stabbed him in the stomach with a sword. He gasped and gaped in horror, stumbling backwards.
'Angel!' Spike shouted as loud as he could, pushing past demons, slicing their heads off as he went. He reached his grand-sire's side just as he sunk to his knees. 'Angel.' Spike whispered, not seeing a demon beside him as it knocked him to the ground. He was unable to support Angel anymore, so the both of them fell to the stone-cold ground. Spike lay, after being knocked in the head. Angel lay, gaping in pain at the sword sticking out of hi stomach.
Illyria stepped forward, and tried to protect them. She swung her sword, the one that Spike had dropped as well as using her feet and managed to keep at least a hundred demons away from both Spike and Angel as they lay on the ground.
'Get up.' She ordered. Angel was gasping for air, even though he didn't need it. She nudged Spike quickly in the shoulder with her foot and he stirred. He slowly climbed to his feet, groaning.
'Bloody hell…' he murmured. 'That's a bad headache.' Illyria handed him back his sword and he began fighting again, trying to protect Angel.
For hours they stood there, fighting from basically one position. Angel lay on the ground still, desperately trying to get the sword out of his torso.
'Hold the fort for a minute!' Spike yelled, giving his sword to Illyria and taking Angel under both of his arms. He dragged Angel to a doorway, then returned to Illyria and took his sword back. They crowded near the door, still desperately trying to protect Angel.
In his fading consciousness, Angel noticed the sun beginning to rise. Had they really been fighting all night? 'Spike! The sun!' he shouted as loud as he could, painfully. He watched Spike look up at the sun, and curse.
'Illyria, I have to get us out of this alley and into somewhere sheltered. Can you hold 'em back for a little while?' Spike asked, killed three demons in one swift movement.
'I will try my best to honour you and your master, who is now mine.' Illyria said.
'Whatever, but he's not my master. I just don't wanna have to see him die.' Spike grabbed Angel again, allowing Illyria to fight off the demons. He kicked about ten out of the way as he pushed through, barging down a door in another building to go hide Angel inside. He gently sat Angel down against the wall inside of what seemed to be an old factory. He found a rag sitting on top of a wooden crate and brought it over.
'Pull it out Spike.' Angel ordered, doubling-over in pain. 'Pull it out!' Spike grabbed the handle of the sword and prepared to remove it.
'This is gonna hurt mate.' He assured Angel, then he yanked the sword out of Angel's torso and let it clatter on the ground beside them. He grabbed the rag and pressed it at Angel's stomach. 'Keep this here, I'll be back soon.' He turned to leave.
'Spike.' Angel reached out his hand to stop Spike, grabbing his arm before he'd stood up. 'Wait.'
'What, make it quick.'
'We both know you won't be back.' He said honestly and regrettably.
'Yeah, but at least by saying it I'm giving you a promise I know I can't keep. It makes me feel good, lying to you. Don't take that personally, but it's just a history thing.'
'Thankyou Spike, for saving me.'
'Just try and get to Buffy if you can get out of here. You said she's in France, right? You heard from your sources yesterday.'
'Yeah.' Angel groaned again.
'Look, just tell her I'm sorry for everything. Tell her I was alive again, and that I missed her. You may not think it means much, but it will to her.' And with that he turned and left the factory, slamming the door behind him. Angel was left inside, knowing Spike's fate outside. He could only hope that Spike would come back to him, as he clutched his stomach trying to stop the bleeding.
A/N: No, it's not finished. The Los Angeles scene has a little more to go, but that's in the next chapter. Hope you like it…