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Summary: The story picks up from where Spike left Angel in the old factory. He returns to fighting, only to desert Illyria and leave her to die. He returns to Angel and the duo escape.

Author's Note: I hope everyone likes this fan.fic as much as I love writing it! I really like where the story is going, even though I'm not quite sure where that is. I hope everyone else feels the same. Please review and tell me if you like my work. If you have any pointers or ideas please tell me because I'm open to suggestions.

Rating: PG – WARNING: LOW LEVEL COARSE LANGUAGE

Chapter Six: Back in Los Angeles (Part Two)

Back out in the alley, Spike rejoined Illyria. They continued the fight, as Spike looked saw the sun peeking over the tops of the buildings.

'Illyria!' Spike shouted over the clanging of swords, the screeching of the demons and the pounding of the rain that was still falling.

Illyria knocked down a demon and turned to face him. She then returned to fighting. Spike at least knew that she was listening.

'The sun!' he cried. 'I'm sorry, I have to go.' Please forgive me. He thought to himself.

'Go. Save yourself and Angel. When night falls, return to the fight.' Illyria said.

'Luv, there isn't going to be a nightfall that we're going to see. We die here in this alley, remember?'

Illyria cocked her head to the side. 'Goodbye Spike.' She said, calling him by his name for the first time. Spike stepped back into the doorway to the factory he hid Angel in, watching Illyria jump into the air and grab onto a railing on the side of one of the buildings. She pulled herself up onto the landing of a set of stairs and climbed up the ladder. Spike watched in horror and guilt as the horde of demons chased her up the ladders and finally caught her, one throwing her back down into the alley. She landed in the middle of a circle of demons who all eagerly eyed her waiting to attack.

She turned back to Spike. 'Go. Now.' He had backed as far back into the doorway as he could without burning to a crisp in the sun's rays.

'Dammit Illyria. You'll die!' he called back, forcing the door open to hide behind as the sun caught up with him.

'It's alright Spike, this world was never meant for me to rule it. I was meant to fight for it.' She said proudly and triumphantly as Spike watched a demon tackle her to the ground. She was lost in the crowd of demons, surely dead. Spike disappeared inside to return to Angel.

'Angel?' he whispered as he found his grand-sire had moved. He was now under a staircase across the other side of the factory. He'd had to move out of the direct sunlight.

'Spike.' Angel replied. 'You came back?'

'Yeah. I know I told you that I wouldn't, but I just couldn't stay out there and die like everyone else. I didn't want to leave you, and I'm pretty sure you don't want me to leave you either.'

Angel gave him a look that simply said, you have no idea. 'Thankyou Spike.' Angel said. 'Can Illyria handle herself out there alone?'

Spike shuddered as he remembered seeing Illyria go down. The demons had got her, and almost certainly killed her by now. He lied to cover his fear.

'Yeah, I think she can hold up for a little while longer.' He tried to sound confident but Angel saw right through his lies.

'Spike.' He began. 'She'd dead, isn't she?' Spike nodded in response and Angel sighed and sunk into the wall. He felt as if he just wanted to melt and disappear. He couldn't take the world anymore - it was just too much. That was another reason why he brought down the Black Thorn. It was time.

Spike wandered over, underneath the staircase and put Angel's arm around his neck. He helped his grand-sire to his feet and led him through the shadows to a room out the back.

It was an office with a mini-kitchen and mini-lounge room. Spike eased Angel down onto the lounge and wandered into the kitchen. He opened the fridge to see if there was anything inside, only to find the power was cut and the fridge was bare.

'Nevermind Spike, at least we're not out there anymore.' Angel said hopefully. 'There's a chance for us to make it out of here.'

'Only if the senior partners think you're dead.'

'Then we'll have to make them think that.' Angel said, a smile appearing on his bloodied face. It soon disappeared as his cringed in pain. 'Go get one of those demons.'

Spike wandered back outside, not finding himself in too much pain. Even though the sun was out, Spike didn't find it any danger because the direct light hadn't reached the doorway yet. A tall building blocked it.

A demon standing in the alley was snatched in an instant and taken inside the factory. The others left in the alley didn't know where Angel or Spike were, but knew they were still alive. They were confused.

Spike dragged the single demon through the factory in the shadows and into the office where Angel was resting. He picked it up and hurled in across the office, watching it land on a desk and slide to the floor.

'Allow me.' Spike understood exactly what Angel wanted done, and went to it. He allowed Angel to rest some more.

The demon got to its feet and snarled. It screeched and Spike vamped out and ran at it.

'You're at a disadvantage here mate!' he snarled, forcing the demon against the wall as he held it by the throat. He growled at it.

'You can't win. You were never going to win.' It snarled, baring its pointy teeth.

'Don't plan on winning.' Spike said as he punched the demon in the nose. It growled angrily. 'I just plan on escaping.'

'You'll never get out of here alive. You'll die.'

'See, I knew that.' He turned back to Angel. 'This guy here knew that.' He turned back to the demon. 'And now you know that. So let's make it true.'

'My pleasure.' The demons growled deeply but Spike flung it across the room and watched it fall to the ground.

'Listen here mate.' He picked up a dirty old knife from on the table and held it up. 'You're going to go back out there and tell all your little demon-y friends that you killed us both. You're going to tell them that we're dead, and that will be the end of it. Understand?'

'First I will make it happen.' The demon leapt at Angel, but Spike intercepted him and stabbed the demon in the gut. He pressed it against the wall.

'Do you understand?' he repeated. It snarled and he sliced down its cheek. 'Do you?' He pushed it to the floor and stabbed its lower leg with the knife before pulling it back out.

'I understand.' It said finally, after Spike pinned in to the floor.

'Good. Now we're going to leave, and you're going to leave and you're going to take all your friends back to wherever you came from. As far as you're concerned, we're dead. Got it?'

'Got it.'

'And don't come after us either, or our army will bring you down.' Spike snarled.

'You have no army.' The demon said.

'It just got lost. Right now, it should be in France. But we've got a trip to make to a little remote town in a little remote country.'

Spike was out of ideas and was just babbling on, getting himself into trouble with his words.

'Look, you come after us and you die. Got it?' Angel spoke up. The demon nodded and Spike let it go. It snarled on the way out, as it disappeared back into the alley.

'Spike, you just told them where we're going.' Angel scolded.

'Then let's go to Buffy and get them out of France.' Spike suggested. 'We can't go to Buffy, not now. We've got to live our lives as if we're fugitives. We don't have a home, we don't have any contacts and we don't have any friends or relatives. We are nobody's and that is what everybody needs to think.'

'Bullshit Angel, let's just go to see Buffy. Besides, I don't think that demon was very strong. It won't crack to them because they'll kill it for conspiring with the enemy or something. Damn, I should have used that to persuade it more.' Spike scolded himself.

'Look, we'd better just hope that nothing comes to France looking for us, alright?' Angel said, pulling himself up out of the lounge.

'Yeah, we can take a plane to France and find them in Paris. You said that's where they are, right?'

'Last I heard.' Angel answered.

'Okay then.'

'And where are we going to get the money to fly to France?' Angel asked.

'We'll go scope the bars and get some cash out of some demons. Gotta do some work before we go.' Angel gave him a stern look. We have been doing work Spike, it said strongly. Stupid

When night came, they ventured out into the alley to find all the demons gone. Illyria's body was all that was left in the middle of the alley. Spike knelt by here side.

'I'm so sorry Blue.' He whispered. 'I couldn't' stay to help you.'

'Spike, you did everything you could. The sun came up, you had to go.'

'No, Angel. I killed her. I left her here all alone after I watched them take her down. I didn't save her, I let her die.'

'No you didn't.'

'I killed Fred.' Spike whispered.

Angel placed a hand on his child's shoulder. 'No Spike, you didn't kill her. You couldn't have done anything anyway, it wasn't your fault. Please let's just go.' They left the alley and headed off to a bar where they killed several vampires and demons, taking whatever money they had on them.

'It's not enough.' Spike whispered.

'Wolfram and Hart.' Angel said suddenly.

'What?'

'In my penthouse, I have some money. We have to get up there.'

'Allow me. You don't have the strength.' Spike said. 'Wait in the factory and I'll come back for you.' Angel agreed to let Spike go, and waited in the little office. He'd picked up some blood from a butchery and taken it back with him. Using an old glass from in the kitchen he poured himself some and drank it while he waited for Spike to return.

Fighting his way up to Angel's penthouse, Spike found many obstacles in the building. The elevator wasn't working anymore; the stairs were mostly blocked so he had to push things out of the way to get through. Then he found a body. One single body, on it's own in a room on about the third or fourth floor. It was the body of a female, the Senior Partners' old liaison Eve.

'Sorry Eve.' Spike said as he walked past, on his way to the penthouse. Eve's eyes flashed open after he'd gone by and she quietly made her way out of the building. She hoped to never see Angel again for what he did to Lindsey.

When he returned with the cash he'd found he discovered that Eve's body was gone. That can't be good he thought. He didn't have time to waste wondering about a dead girl. But then he thought of Fred…

He quickly made his way out of the building and back to the factory where he found Angel. They put together the money they had and used a street phone to book a one-way flight to Paris for the next night.

They were ready to go see Buffy.