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Doyle arrived at the office, surprised to see that Angel or Cordelia weren't about. He noted that Cordelia's things were on her desk, but she wasn't in sight. Neither was the ex-vampire. Frowning, Doyle headed downstairs, finding a few clothes lying around
"Oh no," he thought
He looked towards Angel's bedroom and saw the pair lying asleep in Angel's bed, empty ice cream buckets and chocolate wrappers lying on the floor. Doyle threw his hands up, as Angel opened his eyes and saw him
"Doyle"
The half-demon headed for the stairs, as Angel threw on a pair of pants and hurried after his friend, catching him at the top of the stairs
"Doyle, I can explain"
"Explain what? We were finally getting somewhere. Not much, but it was somewhere. And then you turn human and sweet-talk her into your bed"
"It just happened, Doyle. Look, I'm sorry, but it just happened…and I'm happy about it. She's made me feel so happy in one day than I had ever felt"
Doyle sighed, shaking his head. He was hurt after what he had just seen. Angel was also feeling a small twinge of guilt at his friend's pain
"Okay, I'll get over it, say in three years time. But that's not why I'm here"
"Okay, so what is it?"
"I had a vision earlier. That Mohra demon you killed. It's not dead. It's back. It's regenerated itself and it's pretty pissed off"
"Then I'll just kill it again," Angel said
"You can't, Angel. You've been released. Plus, you're human now"
"I can't let it roam the streets, Doyle. Get the book of Kelsor"
Angel headed downstairs, getting dressed and grabbing a sword, before looking at Cordelia's sleeping form. She looked so peaceful and Angel couldn't bring himself to wake her up. With a small smile on his face, he joined Doyle upstairs, heading out to the car, as Doyle read from the book
"Requires vast amount of salt to survive," he said
"It was heading towards the ocean," Angel said, putting the car into reverse
"Oh damn. It doesn't just come back, it comes back bigger and stronger"
"Anything else in your vision?"
"Uh, salt? Needs salt to live"
"There's a saline plant in Redondo. We'll check it out"
He threw the car into drive and took off onto the road
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Angel and Doyle arrived at the saline plant, searching for the Mohra demon
"How do I kill it?" Angel asked
"Uh, it lives until the darkness it envisions is upon us…here it is. To destroy the Mohra, one must bring darkness to 1000 eyes"
"I only saw two – oh god!"
The pair had come across several corpses, blood splattering the ground
"The blood," Angel gasped
"Yeah, it's not easy. Part of being human," Doyle reassured
"I'm gonna kill it"
They walked past the bodies, as Doyle continued reading
"It's fast, strong…and here," he said, looking up
The Mohra jumped off the ledge, landing between the pair and separating them. Angel swung his sword, as the Mohra drew its own sword and blocked, kicking Angel in the stomach, causing him to gasp in pain and suck air, as Doyle swung his small, long-handled axe. The Mohra blocked the weapon, swinging Doyle around, as Angel recovered and slashed. He blocked and thrown aside, as Doyle attacked, but he was kicked through several barrels, getting knocked unconscious. Meanwhile, Angel got up, wincing in pain, as the Mohra knocked the sword out of his hands and slashed. Angel ducked, punching the demon, as it backhanded him through the air easily. Angel hit the ground hard, before getting to his feet and running away, as the Mohra followed him with a smile on its face
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Cordelia woke up and stretched her arms around, surprised to see that Angel wasn't in bed with her. She sat up, confused, before getting out of bed and getting dressed. Angel wasn't anywhere in sight, as she headed upstairs and found a note on her desk. Her heart pounded loudly, afraid of what the note would say, but she picked it up and read it. At first, her fears slid away when she realized that he hadn't gone far, but then it came back, pounding in her chest when she read what he was doing
"Oh God no," she gasped, "Angel"
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Angel coughed up blood, as he kicked the Mohra in the stomach, making it take a few steps back, as he got to his feet and continued running. The Mohra was enjoying this, while Angel was beaten black and blue, blood covering his body, as the Mohra unfurled a chain and whipped it about. Angel dodged the first two swings, sparks flying up from contact with the concrete, as the Mohra kicked him onto his back. Angel crawled away, as the Mohra swung the chain, smashing through the wooden doors Angel was lying on. They both fell through the air, landing in a salt deposit. The Mohra swiftly got its feet, drawing a small sword, as Angel tried to find a weapon to no avail. The Mohra walked over and planted its foot on Angel's back, pinning him down
"The End of Days has begun and cannot be stopped," it said, "For each of us that fails, ten shall rise"
It raised its sword, prepared to deliver the killing blow, as Doyle dropped in on the demon, knocking it away from Angel. He coughed, relived the pressure was gone from his back, as Doyle gripped his axe
"I'm not gonna leave ya, Angel," he said
The Mohra grinned, swinging its sword around, as Angel looked up at it. And realization came to him when he saw the jewel centred in the demon's forehead. The Mohra charged at Doyle, who managed to block a few blows, before being shoved against the wall, as the Mohra raised its sword
"Hey"
The Mohra whirled around to face Angel, who was barely able to stand. The Mohra turned away from Doyle, as Angel swung the chain, striking the jewel. The Mohra cried out, as its jewel cracked and it was covered in a bright light, disappearing from view. Angel fell over, as Doyle hurried to his side
"God, you're beaten up," he said, "Come on, let's get you out of here"
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Cordelia paced the office, worried about Angel. What was he thinking, going out to face the Mohra demon? Was he insane, suicidal or both? And they were just starting to have a relationship, a happy relationship, not an angsty one like the one he had with Buffy. Stupid, stupid Angel. If he was alive still, he wouldn't be for long when she was through with him. The front door bell chimed
"Thank go- Angel?" Cordelia said
Angel was barely conscious and standing, hanging off Doyle, who looked a little better than the ex-vampire. Cordelia rushed to his side, helping him lie down on the couch. The thought of yelling at Angel went out the window. How could she, especially when he looked like that, all beaten up and bloodied
"What happened?" Cordelia asked
"We found the Mohra demon. Beat the hell out of Angel, but he managed to kill it. Permanently this time might I add"
"Are you stupid? What made you go out there and fight the demon?"
"Angel wanted to," Doyle said, "I just gave him the vision"
"Get me the first-aid kit"
Doyle grabbed the kit and handed it to Cordelia, who started to get to work on Angel's injuries. He flinched at the slight touch, breathing heavily, as Cordelia patched up his wounds and wiped the blood away, refusing to let tears fall at the sight of her lover
"I'm gonna head home," Doyle said, "Let me know how he goes"
He left the office, as Cordelia continued her work
"Cordy…I'm sorry"
"Shh, it's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay"
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