Angel: The Last Ride

Chapter One: On Leather Steeds They Ride..

"Now, clear your mind."

Oz sat cross legged on the floor of his room, eyes shut, taking deep rhythmic breaths. Opposite him sat Laura, mimicking his actions. The lighting in the room was dimmed to its lowest setting, leaving just a warm glow to see by.

"Imagine your breath is a light, flowing out from your lungs." said Oz. "Completely relax your body, let all the tension flow out with the light."

Soon, they started breathing completely in sync with each other, focusing their minds to the point of clarity. Suddenly the door burst open, breaking the two from the trance.

"Its started!" shouted Faith.

The three of them made their way down to the lobby of the Hyperion, and as they came down the stairs they heard shouting.

"Judas!"

"Drama queen!"

As the group turned the corner, they saw Angel and Spike at each other's throats. There was blood spilled all over the floor.

"After all we have been through! Then you turn on me!" shouted Angel.

Spike slapped Angel across the face.

"You bloody big poof! It wasn't as if the bag had your name on it!" shouted the younger vampire.

"But it was my blood!" yelled Angel "And don't slap me!"

"What? Like this?" sneered Spike as he began slapping Angel about the head. Angel grabbed Spike and put him in a headlock, and started slapping him.

"See?" said Faith, "Told you these two were funny..."

Suddenly the phone started ringing. Faith walked over and answered it.

"Yo G! Yeah, everything is five by five. Sure, we'll get on it right away."

Faith hung up the phone and walked over to the team.

"Giles said the mystics have picked up a massive build up of magical energy in L.A. Possibly a rip through a reality barrier. He wants us to check it out. Obviously once you kids have finished fighting over the last cookie.." looking at Angel, who still had Spike in a headlock.

Meanwhile, in the lair of the Order Of Aurelius, the Master stood over an ornate altar, chanting in an ancient demonic tongue. He crushed a strange looking root in a small bowl, then took a dagger and cut his palm, allowing his blood to drip into the bowl. Continuing the chanting, he emptied the bowl onto the altar, painting symbols with the mixture. Suddenly a swirling vortex of energy formed in front of him, and he stepped back as it grew in size. He raised his arms and waved them theatrically.

"Open.. sesame!"

The vortex ripped open, and a gateway into a dark reality opened up. From it rode four mounted figures. The first was hunched over, wrapped in dirty brown rags. The parts of skin that were visible were festering and decaying. In its hand it carried a short gnarled staff.

The second demon was very pale and gaunt, wearing what looked like a ripped up sack. It had clumps of long gray hair hanging from its scalp. In its hand it held a rusty sickle.

The third was large and muscular, wearing dark red and bronze armour. It had leathery brown skin, and it's eyes glowed a fiery red. In its hand it wielded a massive broad sword.

The final demon was swathed in robes so black they seemed to be made of the shadows of night. From the hood peered a brilliantly polished skull, with glowing blue eyes. In it's hand it grasped a massive scythe, the blade of which so sharp it could cut the air itself.

The Master admired the Four Horsemen. Now it was time for Angel to feel his wrath. He smiled a vicious grin, displaying his fangs.

"Now the party is going to get really entertaining..."