Chapter 1-The End is only the Beginning
The apocalypse was upon the early morning, Angel, the vampire with a soul, wasn't ready to fight but he had to. His 'army' was depleted. Wesley was dead, so was Fred, but that was from a different case.
Only four people remained; Angel, Spike, Illyria and Gunn. None of them were ready, they signed for the apocalypse but that was then, this was now.
Demons, vampires and all things that went bump in the night were right in front of their very eyes. Some of the bad guys were toting weapons like maces and knives ready for attack.
Angel wanted to say the last words and he wanted them to be cool, for the end, but he couldn't, he knew it wouldn't be the end. He had an inner confidence that he would win. Angel didn't know how, but at the end of the war he would be left standing.
The en-souled vampire was just about to take battle position but nothing happened. The demons were still, none were attacking; only he was moving about, everyone, including his friends, were frozen.
"What is going on?" Angel said- he was extremely confused. A blinding, bright light appeared. He feared it was sunlight but it wasn't. A figure stepped from the light. The figure was of a feminine physique.
It was Buffy….