Daybreak lit the sky into brilliant hues, not that anyone coming out of "Gypsy's" cared.. Angel dove into the backseat of his car and crouched down under a heavy blanket, holding on to the Sword. Illyria sat beside him, turning a small dagger over in her hands. Connor sat at the wheel with Dawn beside him and CJ entering in last after he finished loading the trunk with weapons. Dawn pulled the small compass from her pocket and watched the needle spin as it focused on Catherine's energy. Slowly the needle came to a stop heading towards the sunrise.

"East. That's where we should find her," Dawn said somberly. Connor put the car into drive and headed for the sunrise.

Catherine slowly awoke to the throbbing pain that racked her body. No windows or light escaped into the warehouse, so she could only guess by her internal clock that it was morning. Catherine sat up slowly wincing at the stings from her numerous cuts. Her jeans were torn in various spots and her shirt hung in tatters, barely covering her at all. Catherine raised a hand to head and looked around for a way to undo her shackles. The iron manacles were secured to the ground, and from what she could tell, she was currently alone into the back room. Sitting up on the floor, Catherine leaned her back against the wall and placed her now bare feet near the iron hitch. She began to pull. Catherine struggled, turning her pain and fear into power. I won't be his victim again, she thought as she clenched her teeth. The iron hitch began to loosen. Catherine pulled harder, only to be interrupted by the opening a door into the room.

"Well, I guess I have remarkable timing," Quinn said walking over to where Catherine sat. She slowly raised herself to her feet and stared straight into his gold eyes. Quinn blinked at the stare and power he saw within the blue depths of her eyes. The fear now replaced by a heated hatred. She thinks she can still beat me, he thought soberly. Quinn slowly wrapped his hands around her iron chains and pulled upward, breaking them from there hitch.

"Someone wants to meet you," Quinn said practically whispering. He turned for the doors and yanked on Catherine's chains, causing her to lurch forward and be lead by him to the main part of the darkened warehouse. Quinn paused in front of a gilded mirror and pulled Catherine's chains to the ground forcing her to kneel in front of the mirror. Catherine saw her bloodied reflection looking back at her. Her face red and bruised smeared with dirt and tears. Her hair was loose from its clip and hung about her shoulders in a tangled mass. Catherine continued to stare at sad image when the mirror shimmered and the image of a dark haired woman replaced her own. Catherine's eyes went wide and she could feel her heart beat painfully faster. She knew that the beautiful woman was pure darkness and it sent her body into a painful spin.

"So, you're the immortal that is to bring me forth," the Princess spoke, "Your death will be the greatest victory for the Fomhoire and be the end of the Tuatha. You should feel honored."

"Well, right now I feel a little sticky. Maybe you could convince your little lapdog over there to let me take a shower. I mean, do you really want me sacrificed looking like this?" Catherine said sarcastically, her eyes narrowing to a heated glare.

"Even in your hour of death you feel compelled to be witty," the Princess smiled angrily, "I do not see how Quinn tolerated you for so long."

"Tolerated? Please he couldn't get enough of me. I guess you just weren't getting it done sweetie. I mean, I know I'm good, but he's still trying his damndest to get some after all this time," Catherine quipped. The Princess' eyes began to grow darker and Catherine knew she found something to exploit. Smiling brightly she continued her speech. "Ever wonder why it took him five years to turn me over? I mean he keeps saying what a whore I am, so why did he hang around so long? I guess that's what happens when your looks begin to fade. Maybe you should try to moisturize more."

"Enough!" The Princess wailed sending a force from the mirror and knocking Catherine into the ground. "You should show more respect to the Kerry, Princess of the Dark Fomhoire. You are nothing but a soon to be dead myth."

Catherine rolled over to her stomach and tried to bring herself back up. Instantly she felt a foot on her back holding her down. Quinn stood over her, her sword in hand. He placed it on the ground and brought down a black-bladed sword of his own and shattered it.

"Did you really think you were going to beat me?"

Before Catherine could answer, a car crashed through the loading doors of the warehouse. Minions caught by the suns rays, burst into flames. CJ Bolted out of the front and ran to the back of the car as Connor emerged shooting demons and vampires alike with poisoned bullets. Dawn exited behind Connor and took cover from the car door and let loose a barrage of bolts from her crossbow. Illyria came out already wearing her body armor and threw a dagger into one of the demons eyes. She began unleashing powerful blows as she made a path for Angel to reach Catherine. As Quinn stood stunned at the group's arrival, Catherine shifted her weight and threw Quinn off her back and ran towards the car. Quinn sat up quickly shaking his head. The image in the mirror shouting for him to kill them. Catherine ran straight for Angel as he cut away at the hordes of demons. CJ was now by Dawn's side having giving her a new supply of bolts and new set of clips fro Connor's guns. CJ raised up long enough to toss a sword at Angel who caught it in his left hand and handed of the Sword of Daylight to Catherine. Demons pulled back to regroup and formed a half-circle around the car. The group remained just outside the rim of the suns' light. Quinn strode through the mass until he was facing Catherine and Angel who, having already slipped into game face, stood by her side.

"What you think because you got a few extra people and a shiny new sword, you're going to win?" Quinn asked mockingly. Catherine smiled a knowing smile, causing Quinn to step back a little. He could see the power and light shine in her eyes.

"Seeing as this is the Sword of Daylight and these people are some of the world's best fighters, yeah, the thought crossed my mind."

Quinn roared with anger and charged her while the rest of the demons fell onto the group. Somehow, Catherine faced of with a few minions as she got separated from Angle and Quinn in the fray. She brought her Sword down with such power and speed she could barely keep track of the demons she was killing. Illyria took on more demons in what seemed to be an almost euphoria. She fought so well no demon could even come close to landing a blow on her. She calmly stepped over the bodies as she made room for more minions to destroy. Dawn and CJ stayed by the car, their weapons trained to kill any demon approaching them or coming up from behind someone else. Connor had run into the maelstrom, shooting expertly at the demons, taking them down one at a time. Angel easily took down the demons that challenged him. He'd been fighting like this forever it seemed and had faced more dangerous enemies. Then Quinn stepped into the vampire's view. The both paused long enough to acknowledge one anther then, raising their swords the two vampires met in a heated battle. Angel and Quinn both moved their weapons expertly, neither allowing the other to strike. Angel started to get the upper hand as he forced Quinn further into the room. Quinn moved carefully backwards until Angle was in view of the mirror. A blast flew from the mirror and Angle went sailing into the opposite wall and landed in a heap on the floor. Catherine had been watching them from the corner of her eye and saw the Champion be struck.
"Angel!" Catherine yelled as she ran over to his side. She dropped to her knees and rolled him over to face her. A small line of blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. Angel choked a little on it and opened his eyes to gaze into Catherine's.

"I rescued you. Now it's time to free yourself." Catherine laid him back down and slowly stood up. She turned to face Quinn who wore a smile of premature victory. Catherine gradually advanced on Quinn, circling around the mirror to avoid the blasts. Revenge tinted her eyes as she brought her Sword to the ready. Quinn swung his around and stood waiting. He could feel the sense of Finality from her and he abruptly felt sick to his stomach.

"You finally ready to face me, bitch!"

"You're such an ass. Like calling me a few names is going to unnerve me. Not anymore Quinn. I'm above your petty little attempts to make yourself feel like the big bad. And soon I'm going to be rid of you once and for all."

"You could not begin to grasp the horror that awaits you Catherine when I take you down. You'll pray for quick death-"

"Yadda, yadda, yadda. Could we please fight? I'm missing my soaps."

Quinn swung his sword around only to be blocked by Catherine's. The Blades clanked against each other as Light and Dark assaulted each other. Catherine moved with a grace Quinn forgot she had, only it was doubled from the power she got from the Sword. He stumbled around, hastily trying to land a hit only to be countered. Quinn sidestepped one of Catherine's thrust and managed to illicit a small cut to her arm. Catherine hissed at the sudden pain and quickly brought her foot from her side and kicked him in the jaw. Quinn faltered backward and tried to regain his balance. Catherine took advantage of his fumbling and sliced him through the mid-section. Quinn howled in pain and fell to the ground. Catherine stood over him, pressing her foot into his back. As Quinn tried to lift his head, his eyes caught sight of the glint from Catherine's sword that she held over his neck.

"Goodnight you sorry bastard." Catherine brought her sword down in a devastating blow, separating Quinn's head from his body. Dust sifted to the ground. Catherine looked around and saw that her companions were still standing. Most of the demons lay in dead heaps or had fled from the warehouse. Angle was slowly rising to his feet, a confident smile on his lips.

"That's my girl," He said praising. Catherine beamed at his compliment. As she began to walk towards him a shrieking echoed in the warehouse.

"You worthless, distasteful little worm. I shall be free from this dimension and will unleash hell on all of you," the Princess cried. Catherine sauntered over to the mirror.

"Did anyone ever tell you what a loud ass bitch you are?" Catherine said as she took her sword and smashed the mirror. Catherine walked over to Angel and helped him over to the car. Everyone stood quietly, smiling happily at each other.

"Wow, we won," CJ said surprised. Catherine arched her eyebrows at him.

"Was there ever any doubt?"

"No of course not. Hey did you guys see me with those guns. I was a real badass."

"Yeah CJ. You're the best."

Catherine leaned Angel against the car then stood beside him. She held both swords in her hands and was looking them over.

"We should really hide this thing. Something tells me it's not very breakable," Catherine stated.

"Oh, we could send it to Giles in England. A few of the slayers back at the Hyperion have to go back for a few days anyway, so they could take care of it till it gets there," Dawn offered.

"Good. Maybe I should call this Giles and let him know I'm around. I could offer to help board a few girls and a watcher or two," Catherine said thoughtfully. She looked over at Angel who just smiled at her.

"You beat your first prophecy, what are you going to do now?" he asked coyly.

Catherine let out a deep sigh before answering. "Well first I'm taking a bath, then maybe a little vacation. One involving lots of shopping," she answered dreamily, "you?"

"Same thing, but without the shopping. Maybe you could come stay in LA for your vacation?"

"Maybe I will." The both gazed at each other for a few more moments until CJ complained of needing some breakfast.

"Hello people, my blood sugar is running low," CJ said as he opened the door for Catherine to slide in next to Angel.

"Yeah, yeah. God you're such the Drama Queen."

"Hey, I represent that."

"How could you be a queen if you are male?" Illyria asked. Everyone laughed at her comment.

"I'll tell you later Lyrie," Dawn replied. Connor slowly backed out of the warehouse and down the street.

Later that night Catherine stood in the spare apartment as Angel gathered his bags. She had already said her goodbyes and handed out the farewell hugs. CJ was helping carry the luggage down, giving Angel and her a few moments alone.

"I want to thank you, for well, everything. I guess I was in a little over my head."

"It's that Irish stubbornness you have. But you're welcome."

"I don't know when I'll be able to come and visit what with the Watcher's Council already sending me some troops. But, you have my number and I promise to call at least once a week."

"Make it twice."

They both laughed lightly and stood fidgeting. Catherine shifted her weight from one foot to the next. Angel lowered his eyes to the floor and concentrated on the carpeting. Suddenly he felt soft arms around him, hugging him tightly. Angle wrapped his arms around Catherine's back and held her close.

"I'll miss you," she whispered.

"I'll miss you too," he responded just as quietly. Slowly the pulled away and Angel walked out the door. Once outside Angel could still feel her and looked up at the lighted window to her apartment. Deep down he knew he would see her again.

That's the end. Tell me what you think.