By the time Buffy got to Wolfram and Hart the foyer was littering with bodies. She hadn't been back since she'd set off the bomb that had caused Angel and Spike's miraculous transformation. It looked much the same. Except fro the bodies of course. She walked slowly, stepping over the dead. She didn't have a weapon, which was stupid, but she figured time was of the essence. Besides, sometimes it was good to get in a little hand to hand combat.

A large demon rounded the corner and, seeing her, screeched it's head off running at her full-speed. Maybe a weapon would be good now. Buffy side-stepped it and stuck out her foot, it tripped over and fell flat on it's face. She jumped on it's back, grabbed it's head and snapped it's thick neck easily.

She stood and looked over the carnage of the law firm. Everything was eerily quiet. She hoped Wesley and the rest of Angel's gang were all right.

Deciding they must be upstairs she jogged to the stairwell and pulled the door open. As she ascended the stairs she could hear faint sounds of fighting and speeded up. Buffy slammed into a set of doors bursting onto an upper level floor.

Demons were rampaging, tearing off people's heads and generally being not friendly. Wesley was giving as good as he got, taking swipes at one of them with a sword. Illyria was just ripping the demons apart with her bare hands. Buffy had to admire strength like that, as well as be afraid of it.

"Buffy!" Lorne smiled, huddled under a receptionists desk "Boy, are we glad to see you!"

She nodded, barely acknowledging his greeting. Her mind was on the fight. She ran over to Wesley kicking the demon he was fighting in the back, sending it careening onto Wesley's sword point. The ex-Watcher let the carcass fall to the floor before yanking out the weapon.

"Here" He handed her the sword.

Buffy took it, testing the weight "What about you?"

Wesley withdrew two hand-held guns from his waistband "I'll be alright"

Buffy turned and came face to chest with a demon. She swung at it, slicing through flesh like butter. It growled, smacking the weapon from her hands.

"Oh, damn" She grunted "I just got that!"

"Slayer!" The demon grabbed her by the throat and hoisted her off the floor, roaring "Where is he! Where have you hidden him?"

Buffy's eyes bugged out "Wha...who?"

"The vampire!" The demon tossed her into a wall "The vampire with a soul!"

The Slayer tumbled to the floor, a sharp pain running up her back. The demon approached, it's eyes pools of black, unemotional. She had thought it's skin was black but upon closer inspection she saw it was a dark red. The colour of blood. It's body was muscled, chest broad, legs sturdy. It would have made the finals for Mr. Demon Bodybuilder, that was for sure.

He was after Angel, he had to be. That's why he'd come to Wolfram and Hart. Maybe they didn't know that Angel was human now. Maybe they didn't care.

She started to get up, but it took longer than it should have. Her body was bruised severely. She lifted her hands up defensively and the demon just looked at her like that all you got?

Illyria stepped up next to Buffy "You move slowly. I do not see what they think is so special about you"

"Thanks." Buffy replied sourly "Are you just gonna stand here or are you gonna give me a hand?"

The ex-god looked at her hand, perturbed "I have none spare to give"

"Oh, for god's sake! Kill the demon, already!"

Illyria reached out and grabbed the demon by the neck, she jerked her hand to the side and the neck cracked loudly "If you required assistance, you should have reported so"

Buffy rolled her eyes "Thanks for the help"

"I expended very little energy on it"

"I noticed. That's some nice neck cracking you got going on"

Illyria tilted her head "There is a certain skill to it"

"Well, I'm humbled, really," She replied "My neck breaking is sloppy and amateurish in comparison"

"Uh, ladies!" Gunn called as he was being hauled around in the air by a demon "It's nice that you're bonding, but a little help for a brother would be nice!"

Buffy grabbed up her discarded sword and charged at the demon, impaling it in the ass. The demon turned it's head to look over it's shoulder.

"That's my butt!" The demon cried "What kind of sissy girl are you?"

The Slayer shrugged "I guess I just thought you'd be the kind of demon who likes it in the ass"

"Human bitch!"

The demon threw Gunn to the floor and jumped at Buffy, the sword still lodged in it's backside. They fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs, Buffy stuck beneath the great thing. She slapped it around the face. The looks of shock from the demon would have been enough to make her laugh, had her life not been on the line. It grabbed her around the neck, throttling her.

"We will find him! We have sent many warriors. It's only a matter of time!" The demon announced, followed by a typically evil laugh.

"Hey, Chuckles," Gunn called, yanking the sword out of the demons butt "How's this phallic metaphor, for ya?"

He stabbed the sword through the demons back and into it's heart. The point came out the other side and scraped against Buffy's chest. The demon bucked up, gagging. Gunn withdrew the sword and the huge beast fell on top of Buffy knocking the wind out of her.

Gunn looked at the bloodied sword, and then cocked his head "Did I really just say 'phallic metaphor'?"

"Little help here!" Buffy wheezed trying to push the demon off.

Illyria grabbed the limp arm of the body and hauled it off of her, tossing it away like garbage. Buffy was more than a little stunned when the blue-demon offered her her hand. The Slayer paused a moment then took it. She let the ex-god haul her to her feet then quickly let go, looking around.

The floor was filled with demon and human bodies, but none of the demons were left standing.

Wesley walked up to the group, holstering his guns "Good work, everybody. Now if we could only stop these constant demon attacks we might get somewhere"

"Yeah, 'cos frankly having to dry-clean my stellar duds every week is havoc on my bank balance," Gunn agreed "Yo', Lorne. It's all clear"

The karaoke singing demon stood up smiling "Oh, good. I was getting a cramp"

"Guys," Buffy said commanding attention "They said they were looking for the vampire with a soul?"

"Angel?"

"We must assume so," Wesley pulled out his cell phone "I'll call the hospital"

Gunn adjusted his tie "I wonder what's up with the bug-uglies. They seem to real battle-happy all of a sudden"

"Maybe they've found out that Angel's human. Makes him weaker" Lorne suggested.

Illyria looked at the bodies all around them "Then why would they still refer to him as the vampire with a soul?"

"Force of habit?" Buffy offered "'The human with the spiky hair' doesn't have so much of a ring to it"

Wesley hung up the phone "There's been no disturbances at the hospital"

"Well, then doesn't that only leave one possibility..." Gunn frowned.

Buffy's eyes widened "Spike"

Spike found that daytime TV was extremely boring. He had known that before, of course. Still. A marathon of Sally Jesse Raphael was too much for one bloke to take. He had to go out and get some fresh air, that's what humans were always saying, right? So, Buffy couldn't have a go at him for that. He would just pop over to the shop and buy himself some smokes and booze with the money she had left behind. No harm done.

He stood, grabbed his duster and slid it on pocketing the money simultaneously.

Striding to the door he pulled it open and came to a grinding halt.

A huge demon stood on the other side of it.

"Oh, bollocks"

The fist came out of nowhere, hitting him square in the eye. The pain exploded in his head as he careened backwards through the air. He'd never felt anything as horrifically agonizing in his life. His back and head slammed into the hard wall and he slid to the floor.

The demon's footsteps shook the ground as he approached and Spike slid into unconsciousness.