Reign of Darkness Chapter Two: Need For Blood, an angel fanfic

A:N: Well I said Angel would come and here he is. Thanks to the reviewers: Elledreamer, Housaholic32, MysticWolf1, Sam, Lilith Lunatic, gopie, Swagman, heartfallen, and Cari7. Please review, I love reviews!

Chapter Two

Need for Blood

I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)

I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)
So many times I've lied
(So many times I've lied)
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal

Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell

(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)

Angel sat alone in his office, his gaze looking out of the window and over the city he called his home, such a bleak day. Rain poured over the concrete, steal and brick buildings. Not as hard as it had the night before but not enough for him to be bothered by it.

His mind was wandering over what had happened several months ago. No matter what he did he could never seem to forget or draw his mind away from the thoughts. The memories of the void and watching it shut around the horde of demons and beasts that the Senior Partners. What had happened hadn't been anything he or the others could have done. Despite Illyria's great power he knew for certain it wasn't her. The Senior Partners hadn't shown their faces or any remote part of the monstrosity that was Wolfram and Hart. Maybe they knew something that they didn't know of.

Cordelia's visions had faded. The Powers That Be must have taken them away when the Senior Partners decided that disappearing would be a great idea. This could mean one of two things. One: that the Powers That Be got rid of the Senior Partners, two: that something worse had taken the Senior Partners out and now everyone was in hiding until whatever it was that had a hold of their fear was gone.

Angel wished he knew who had spared them from certain death. Rumors of someone doing it had made it to them but so far no names. Several large demons but they were all dead or in the Well. He couldn't think of who would want to spare them and the world from such a horribly fate though. Except God but Angel very much doubted that He would intervene if He hadn't decided to help with the last couple of apocalypses why help with this one?

As his thoughts deepened a knock came from the door. He ignored it best he could. Thinking over the deaths of Wesley, Cordelia, Doyle and the others he had lost and gained along the way. The thoughts of losing his son, he had lost him twice and twice was enough. Once to Holtz and the second to the memories of another family.

Happiness washed over him though. Connor had come back when the memories returned. So he had gained him back. He had even come to his aid when they decided to attack the Circle. Since then they had seen each other a few times. Not as often as Angel would have liked but he respected Connor's decision not to make anything of it. As far as anyone knew Angel was a friend from out of town.

Another knock came from his door, this time louder and continuously.

"Yeah?" He called out still looking out the window but slowly retreating from his thoughts. He turned in his chair and watched as Spike entered the room. He moved and stood in the center of the room with his light blonde hair slicked back and his black wardrobe and pain in the ass attitude. Not truly someone Angel really wanted to see right at the moment or ever. "What do you want?"

"I'd thought you'd be happy to see me," Spike said with a hint of sarcasm. In his hand he carried a photograph that Angel noticed because of a main color on it. Red, which only meant one thing when Spike brought anything into his office. Blood. "There was a body found in the parking garage across the way."

"It's a dead body Spike," Angel told him with a sigh looking back to him. "What's so hard to believe about that? People get mugged in parking garages all the time. Why aren't the police dealing with it?"

Spike mocked him in an annoying voice and walked over to Angel's desk to ditch the photograph on it. "Because this one has writing on it that I haven't seen for a while and I was hoping never to see it again."

Angel reached forward to grab the photograph. He looked at him rather concern, when Spike was actually trying to be serious he knew something had to be wrong. He looked down at the photograph. His mouth opened slightly when he saw the bare chest of the victim.

He knew the writing as well but he too had not seen it for since he was a mortal. He stared at the photograph now. Memorizing every detail about it. The body was a young man; his face gawking in terror, eyes stared out wide and terrified, blood was everywhere on his torso where the writings had been placed. The fatal wound was something to the back of his skull. The poor man's shirt ripped open and carved into the flesh was a cursed warning. In a language that was only spoken by those who were thought to be long since extinct.

He looked up to Spike his eyes wide in fear and anger. "This had better be one of your sick and deranged joke Spike."

Spike shook his head, his face equally as confused as Angel's. "Trust me I wish it bloody was," He looked back at the photo. "Angel you and I both know that no creature, human, regular vampire, most of all demon, could do this. The damn buggers who did do this don't trust demons as far as they can throw them. Can you read it?"

"Can't you?"

Spike rolled his eyes. "Yes I took 'How To Read The Bad Guys Writing' at the Boarding School For Good Guys."

"Can I take that as a no?"

Spike just glared at him as he looked at the photograph again. He could read most of this language but not all. He was one of the few that could that were not part of them. Luckily he knew everything that the man bore upon his chest. It may have looked like only mere designs and drawings to the crime scene investigators and police but he knew the language.

"'We have come/ We have gone / We have returned/ Shadows will creep/ Day will be night/ Death to you/ Doom to the world'," He looked up to Spike, his eyes showed his worry. "I could be wrong but I think we just gave up one Apocalypse for another," He stood up and began to walk towards the door. "Is the body still at the garage?"

"Should be," Spike began following Angel out of his office and into the hallway. "Last I recall the dead can't walk unless they're the living dead. What can you hope to get off a dead body though?"

"Not the body," He told him pressing the down button when the reached the elevator. "I remember that they would leave something else near the body when whoever they decided to go on a killing spree. Do you remember when we last saw these damn writings?"

"I was still a mortal," He told Angel with a growl. "So we'll be expecting more bodies around the city then?"

Angel shook his head. "In the building. Whoever did this wanted to make sure that we were definitely going to see this. Make sure no one is allowed in the building without proper identification."

"Yes master," Spike mumbled and turned to walk away but stopped when he thought something over. He turned back to Angel as the elevator doors opened and he got in. "You think it was them?" Angel looked up from the floor to Spike. "You think they were controlling the void? Why save us when they're going to kill us?"

He shrugged. "We'll find out soon enough."

The doors shut on his words and the elevator began its slow decent to the bottom floor. Within seconds of the doors closing the elevator shook violently.

Angel's body was thrown to one side of the traveling box and smashed his head against the wall. He gave a cry of pain, his blood dripped from his forehead onto the floor in several large clumps before he healed. The lights flashed as the elevator came to a sudden halt so his body collapsed.

He groaned in pain when he tried to get up. "It's started."

"No.." A soft seductive voice told him.

He spun around; his eyes started at the floor and went up the body of a young woman. Her legs were covered in dark leather with several blades and stakes dangling on them. On her hips were two guns both able to shoot stakes and silver bullets by the look of the design, her upper body was clothed in a leather vest that was tied up the front. Upon her chest was the color crimson but darker and not as shiny as her leather.

Blood. More than likely from the man who Spike had shown a picture of.

He could tell she wasn't human. Her face told him that much. Blood was still on the corners of her mouth and her eyes were simply brilliant. They were dark black and empty as she stared at him. No reflections in them whatsoever. Her blonde hair with a few brown streaks in it was tied back tightly with her bangs that fell on her forehead.

A sinister smile crossed her face. "Not yet anyway."

"What do you mean 'not yet'?"

"I'm here only to warn you," She began, her voice sounded so distant, almost echoing words on the wind as she spoke to him. "The boy," She told him softly her head tilted up when Angel stood to his full height again. "The one born of two vampires will soon be hunted by many."

His thoughts drifted to the only person he knew of that was born of such a manner. His son. "Connor?" He questioned her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and shoved her back against the wall of the elevator in anger and confusion. How dare she make such a threat! "What is it that Connor can do to you and your kind?"

"He can destroy us," She hissed back at him her eyes so black and endless that it startled him. Like staring into an endless abyss. "They are closing on him. Slowly circling like vultures for the kill. Only waiting for the signal to take him," She stared harshly back at him. "Find him.."

He shook his head in disbelief at what she spoke. "If you are one of them then why are you telling me all of this?"

"I have my reasons."

Her eyes went wider and something almost like an eclipse flashed in them. Then light came from her eyes to smash against Angel's body. The force from the blow sent Angel back into the wall behind him. He head smashed hard and he collapsed to the ground. He could hear her as she moved up to him and he felt the sharp pain in his arms. He looked to his arm and saw her holding a syringe in it and she began to draw blood from him.

He began to move to stop her but she brought her fist across his face. The elevator shook once more and the lights cut out.

"Find him before they do," Her voice whispered to him this time in his head. He looked back up to where she had been. Now all that was left of her was a wisp of smoke.

The elevator shook again but this time everything started to move again. He thought over what he had heard her tell him. Connor as far as he knew was suppose to be at the library doing research for his college classes for the day. His 'parents' had called and informed Angel that he was in the city. He shook his head at the voice that kept repeating in his mind.

'Find him before they do'.

The doors to the elevator opened and he ran over to the greeter's desk. The woman looked up from her computer in shock at the look on Angel's face. "Get Spike, Illyria and Gunn down here now.

Illyria stood overlooking the city from the rooftop of the building. Her heart still grieved from the loss of her beloved Wesley. She had often wished to see him in more than her dreams. His wounds had been fatal and she couldn't believe there was nothing she could of done for him. She didn't want to believe it.

There was nothing she could have done to save him from the fate that was sealed for him though. She recalled his last words as she had held him tenderly in her arms; for her to lie to him once more before he passed to the next world. Whether it be heaven or hell he had been sent too. She felt so much sadness for the loss of him. She couldn't help but lie to herself sometimes. To lie, saying nothing would ever of happened between them. He had blamed her for the loss of his beloved Fred. This she knew, but they had shared something. Hadn't they?

The rain fell against her body, drenching her in the wetness of forget and she felt herself slink to her knees. She stared up at the sky as a steak of lightening spanned across it. Her eyes shut as she lowered her head to look upon the roof. So wet and shinny. And cold. Cold like her heart was.

She had felt something, no, someone else there with her suddenly but she was unaware of whom it was. She didn't know of anyone being off duty at the moment. Her eyes opened and before her stood a young woman, her face was covered by a hood so she could not know who she was. She knew it was a woman from her stance and body. Her trench coat flowed gently in the wind as she stood just looking to Illyria, not moving, not flinching, just stood there looking at her.

"You do not reside here," Illyria informed the leather bound woman who nodded in agreement to her statement. "Why do you come then?"

Her head tilted up a bit and she revealed a bright blue glow in her eyes briefly. It faded quickly though, as if it was sort of warning. A warning for what though?

"I need your aid," Her voice was distant though she stood only several feet away from Illyria.

"My aid?"

She removed her hood to let the rain drench her as well. She smirked at her; Illyria began to notice eclipses forming in her eyes. "Yes."

The light came from her eyes to strike Illyria hard. The blow sent her hurtling backwards. She landed on her back with a loud outcry of pain as well as surprise. Before she could stand to fight back, the woman had moved to where she had fallen and stuck a syringe into her neck. She gave a quiet moan from the sharp pain when the woman began to draw the blood from her.

"All will be as it once was."

"What do you mean?" Illyria questioned her as she removed the syringe from her body with a soft yank. " 'Once was?'"

The woman looked at the blood in the syringe and gave a soft smile. "Two who were dead will live on once more. You're mourning days will soon pass Illyria," She turned her back to her and began to walk away from the still startled Illyria. "Find Angel. He needs you now."

Before Illyria could do anything the woman had jumped from the building. Forcing herself to the side of the building. No sign of the woman. None at all.

Spike walked towards the security room to do as Angel had asked of him. He wasn't happy to be doing it but the truth of the matter was he really had nothing better to do. Vampires were for the most part in check and not killing or turning too many people, demons for the most part had vanished from Los Angles when and the witches were not doing too much damage to be note worthy of them.

In complete truth he was bored off his ass, so running on errands didn't bug him so much.

He was walking past the library when he found Gunn leaving it. He walked out holding a book in his hands and reading it as he passed Spike without so much as a glance from his it. Spike tilted his head to side to read what the book was. Supernatural Livings: A Guide To Vampiric Lifestyles.

He shook his head at the title turning to watch Gunn walk past him. "You really need to read about it?" He questioned him and Gunn stopped, turning around to look at him while Spike laughed at him. "What you don't get enough of it on a daily bases?"

"Some of us aren't like you Spike," He told him shutting the book with a shrug and a smile. "While you're out walking along being one, I feel like reading about them."

"I could always turn you and you could live it instead of read it."

"I like the sunlight Spike," Gunn told him with a chuckle.

"I don't blame you," An angelic yet demonic from behind them stated softly; they both turned to look at a woman staring them down. Her eyes shown a bright glow for a moment but it passed quickly. "The sunlight is very beautiful. I haven't seen it in some time though. Too much rain."

Spike's eyes became wide, his mind flashed and raced back to his past.

The woman looked to Spike and smiled. They both knew one another and she flashed her long canine teeth to remind him of who she was in the world of immortals and mortals. The strange thing about her was that while her teeth revealed what she was her face did not. Blood dribbled from her lips to state that she had feasted before her run in with them.

Within seconds of her smile Spike's mind came back to reality and he pointed at her. He remembered her and she could only smirk in response to his knowledge. "You! You filthy harlot what in the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Oh how mean of you, William," She growled at him. "Didn't you miss me at all?"

He began to charge her when he saw them. The eclipses that he had seen so many years ago when they were both much younger forming in her eyes as she smiled evilly at them. He began to hit the brakes and shout at Gunn to run but before he could do anything, the force from the light in her eyes sent them back smashing into the wall at the end of the hall.

The building shook from the force emitted from her eyes. Probably disturbing the foundation but she didn't know nor did she care to know quite honestly. Her mind was set on what had to be done.

She walked up to Spike looking down at him in annoyance.

They both thought the other was dead and she knew she would rather have him dead however he was needed. So she brought her heel to his face in a hard swift kick to show her disgust.

The sound of a crack in his neck made an already sickened Gunn give an agonizing grunt of repulsion.

Her eyes then turned to Gunn at the sound of his pain. The smirk that had been on her face was gone and was replaced by anguish. Before he could even lift his head she had knelt beside him and drove a syringe deep into Gunn's side. He cried out when the needle was driven into his body but cried even louder when she finished taking his blood and yanked the syringe from his side in one swift harshness that made him almost hurl.

Her gaze went back to Spike who was trying to clear his head by shaking it. He was also trying to get the kink out of his back from being delivered such a menacing blow. His gaze was still unfocussed; blood came willingly from the cut the heel of her boot had made on his cheekbone.

She didn't spare him any pain. He had tried to kill her once before, payback was going to be a bitch for him. She pulled new syringe from her belt and drove it into his flesh just centimeters away from his penis. He gave a yelp of fear looking between the needle and her.

"Bugger of a bitch," He hissed at her as she began to take blood from his body.

Within seconds she had enough and yanked the syringe out. His hand moved to cover his privates in self-defense.

"I should have killed you when I had the chance," He informed her as she stood up and stuck both syringes in her coat pocket. When she looked back to him he saw the eclipses forming in her eyes again. "I'm regretting the fact that I didn't."

"I am too," She replied to his statement with a smirk. "I'm still surprised that you haven't been turned into a pile of ash yet. I would of thought you'd piss off the wrong people enough to be killed by now."

"Life's full of surprises love," He growl at him. "I'm looking at one."

Gunn looked between the two as they spat back insults. They actually sounded like Angel and Spike when they argued. Two people who had know each other for a long time and hated each other as well.

"What the hell? Have you two met in another life?"

She shot a nasty glare over at Gunn as a warning for him not to push her buttons then turned her gaze back to Spike. "And you associate yourself with humans," She stated with a shake of her head and a sigh. "I thought you couldn't go any lower than the scum you are."

Spike stood up slowly as his face and leg began to heal as he did. "Should we finish off what we started years ago then?" He questioned her and her eclipses flared in her eyes. "Minus your powers because those can become a major pain in the ass after a while."

"Despite how much I would love taking the pleasure of killing you," She stated as she turned to walk away. Her hands on her hips to push back her jacket to reveal all the guns and knives that she carried on her. "I have more important things to attend to rather than wasting my time on you and your kind."

"'Your kind'?" He questioned her as she began to walk away from them. He quickly jogged up beside her grabbing her arm to force her to turn to look at him. "Pardon me but 'your kind'? When did you become something more than a vampire besides those damned powers of yours?"

With that said she brought her fist across his face. The blow wasn't as harsh as the kick to the face had been but enough to make his head snap back. He let her go when the dizziness began to hit him but he regained his senses and brought his fist back to strike but all that was there was a mist of smoke. Her laugh was all that remained now.

A soft angelic laugh that disappeared with the smoke.

Spike looked around the hallway to view the damage the little bitch had caused. The walls that were closest to where she had delivered the first shock wave of force to were broken and cracked. Shards of class and splinters of dry wall were everywhere. Several people stood in shock and disbelief as to what had happed. One thing was certain to Spike though. Angel would have a hissy fit when he saw them. He shook his head in disgust to look back to Gunn who finally stood, his hand on his side where the syringe had struck him.

Gunn walked over to him slowly as he continued to look around for any sign or thing she could've left behind that would allow them to track her. "Pardon me but do we happen to know the demon girl?"

"We need to find Angel," Spike growled out walking down towards the elevator.

Gunn's eyes opened wide as he watched Spike stomp away in a huff. "Holy shit. The five words I thought I'd never hear come out of your mouth."

Angel stood waiting in the lobby for the other three to get their butts down there. His stance showed his was doing it very much if anything not patiently. His thoughts kept drifting back to his son and what she had said about him. The fear that she would go after him herself was so present in his mind there was no way to stop them. He wouldn't have believed what she had told him but the body with the writing of a clan long thought to be only a legend was making him more uneasy about the whole situation.

The elevator dinged and first to come out was Illyria. She walked over to him calmly, her brilliant blue eyes stared at him and she seemed a little frightened over something, which was odd for Illyria in so many ways.

She looked to Angel's arm. The sight of the blood trickling down it caught his attention. "You are injured."

He turned his gaze to his arm briefly before turning back to her and her neck. The tiny hole in it looked about the same size as his own injury. "Were you stuck with a syringe too?"

"So she also came to you then?" She questioned him as Spike and Gunn came out of the elevator. Spike was limping slightly from being stabbed so close to his crotch. Illyria at both him and Gunn, noting the sizes of the holes in their bodies and the amount they bled out. "You as well?"

"The buggered bitch!" Spike hissed while he made his way over to them. He looked to Angel, his eyes showed so much rage about whatever had just occurred and Angel couldn't help but smile at his discomfort. "I know that bitch we're dealing with. And next time I see her she's going to be nothing more than a pile of ash."

"I figured you would at least know her," Angel joked to him as he leaned against the counter where he crossed his arms over chest. "You seem to have a habit of knowing the evil people who want as dead?" Spike gave an annoyed growl as his wound finished healing on his thigh. Angel continued and looked over to Illyria. "What happened with you and demon eyes?"

Spike gave an exasperated sigh. "Do you care that I know something?"

"Be quiet insolent one, " Illyria hissed at him. Her icy blue eyes glared at him that made him return an equally as annoyed glare as well. "The woman appeared to me on the roof."

She began to tell them with a sternness that showed she was not happy with what had happened between her and the woman.

"She came from no where. Said she needed aid. Light came from her eyes. I would have fought back, her powers are inferior to mine, but she caught me off guard. When she drew blood from me she told me 'All will be as it once as' and 'Two who were dead will live on once more'. Before I could strike back she disappeared," She stared at Angel who nodded. "You had a similar experience?"

Again he nodded thinking over his son and he turned to walk out the door. "We need to get to the public library."

"Why?" Spike questioned him with a shrug and a hiss of annoyance. "To look up information that I already know?"

"She said that they were after Connor. He's studying at the library," Angel hissed back at him walking out the door. "Now get the car and drive."

Spike smirked as they all began to walk after Angel. "Daddy gonna go save his baby boy?"

Angel ignored him as the door shut behind him and they all began to head to the garage to get a car. He didn't want to be too careful about a warning from the woman who had wrote them a warning of their soon to be deaths on a dead man's body. Whoever they were dealing with now he knew for sure wasn't kidding around with them or if they were, their sense of humor was sick and he did not want to deal with them right now.

He wanted to see his son.

Now.

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