There was blood, thats all he could tell. The light had been broken, and since there had been no windows, as to keep the sunlight out, it was pitch black in the tiny apartment. Although he was a vampire, there were limits as to how much he could see in the dark. He could barely see the broken bodies that lay at his feet, though he knew they were there. Angel didn't know who sent the demons, no one knew that he still lived in L.A. For one second he wondered if maybe Illyria had sent the demons after him. But that thought vanished when he realized that she would have no reason to.

"Maybe they followed Illyria down here...maybe they were after her?" He spoke his thoughts aloud, stepping over the first large, deformed body. They hadn't been strong demons, so it had been easy to take them out. He tripped but managed to catch him self. He looked towards the object that was holding him out, and gasped in horror. Jumping back, this time falling on the floor. It was Buffy, no the beautiful blond he had left right before her battle with the first. Or the tan gorgeous women he left to The Judge in Italy. He skin was pale, and he remembered cold to the touch. Her eye's were open still the amazing green they had always been, but they were flat dead. No emotion in them. She was taller then he remembered, he head almost touching the ceiling of his apartment. He slowly looked down, to find the difference. Maybe she was wearing ridiculously high heels, like most women liked to wear. But when he got to her feet, there was nothing under them. He looked up again, making a little sound with his throat. It sounded a bit like a dog begging for food, or whimpering in pain. He looked back the top of her head, and at the rope that held her.

He turned away, resiting the urge to scream. She couldn't be there, she had to help Illyria find Willow. She also couldn't be dead. She, the strongest slayer in the history of slayers, dead. He looked again, reluctantly and sighed. Her body wasn't there. It had been a hallucination or something, it had to have been. He stood and brushed off a little dust from his dark blue jeans. He was a little embarrassed with the way he acted. He looked again, just to make sure, nothing. He sighed once more, then headed towards the door, not tripping on anything this time. He opened the door slowly, not wanting to be ambushed, and not wanting to be hit by sunlight. When he saw there was no one waiting, and no sunlight waiting to invade, he opened the door all the way. It was early morning, he would only have half an hour, before the sun rose again. He stepped out into the cool morning air. It was a refreshing change from the blood soaked furniture of his room. He looked back, now he could see everything in his room. The three demons had lost their lives not to far away from each other. They looked like they could have been brothers. But that didn't matter to him. He turned and walked out. Deciding that he would come back later that night to clean things up. When he looked back once more, he saw Buffy again. Hanging from the ceiling, watching him.

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"Ow, not so hard." Dawn cried, the tears on her face had long dried. But the pain in her arm, where Illyria had dislocated it still lingered. When she slowed down her pace, she was kicked, slightly in the back. It might have been nothing to Illyria, but to a small teenage girl like Dawn, it hurt quite a lot. They had been walking for sometime, always in the same direction. Illyria began to wonder if Dawn knew where she was going or not.

"How much longer?" Her voice was only loud enough for Dawn to hear. Something in Dawn told her that screaming would only make this worse. Buffy had told her if she even got into any danger, that she should scream."Hopefully some nice man with a big gun will show up. Blow the demons away, and you'll both live happily ever after." She smiled as she remembered her sisters words. She wondered with a stabbing feeling if she would ever see Buffy again. Or if this demon women would kill her as soon as she was done with her. She felt cold fingers grab her arm and pull her back. "How much longer?" She demanded, her voice a little louder. Dawn squeaked in pain, trying to pull away. But Illyria was so much stronger.

"Just...a little further..." She cried, sighing when Illyria let her go and pushed her forward.

"Keep going then." Illyria pushed Dawn once more, then followed as the girl began to walk forward again. She wasn't in the mood for games, and it seemed like thats what Dawn was doing. Playing a game with her. That didn't matter to her at the moment. All she could think about was how close she was to having Wesley, and the others, with her again. The buildings started to grow large and more rich as they walked on. Illyria looked at the old buildings, remembering what she had lost. The old crumpled stone of her kingdom. Why had it not stayed like these buildings did. So many old things in this world.

"We're here..." Dawn's voice sounded defeated, like she had just lost a game in which her life was at stake. Illyria looked at her, confused by her feelings of sadness. But then turned her head towards the building she had been lead to. She looked up, glaring at a window not to far from the top. She could feel magic, a strong powerful witch sat in that room. Laughing with her best friend and drinking some fancy italian drink. "Second to top floor." Yet again that sadness, like something was coming to an end. Illyria intended to use this girl as a hostage, to get Willow to do as she wanted.

"Does this human think this Willow will not comply?" Illyria turned her head sideways. She would forever be confused by human feeling. Even if she felt it herself, it confused her. "Humans are always to aware of their fate..." She thought, still looking at Dawn, and turning her head the other way. Dawn was aware of Illyria staring at her, she turned away self consciously. Illyria grabbed Dawn's arm, lightly and started pulling her into the building. She could feel Dawn's pulse on one of her veins in her arm. It was going faster then it should have, she was scared. This gave Illyria some what of a sick joy. If anything did that for her it was fear.

The elevator ride was unpleasant, for Illyria anyway. She had always hated the things at Wolfram and Heart. They made to much noise and they were jumpy. A man stood in the elevator pushing buttons for people, as his job. When he saw Illyria he screamed, but she took care of him quickly. Placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing tightly. He fell to the floor and jerked around a little before falling still. Dawn gasped, and looked away. Trying once more to pull away from Illyria's grasp. Illyria held tightly to the girls arm, and pulled her along once the elevator doors opened.

"Door number 215," Dawn said under her breath. She was scared, not only for herself. But for Buffy and Willow. "They have no idea what's coming their way, I just hope they can fight what ever this thing is." Dawn allowed herself to be dragged along. Having to run at times to keep up with her arm. Once at the door Dawn sighed, this was it. The sound of electricity, pulled her out of her gloom. She looked, at the same time as Illyria to the left. It was dark and all that could be seen was sparks of light. When it was released into a ball, Illyria jumped out of the way. But not before tossing Dawn though the door of 215. The wooden door fell to pieces on contact. Dawn's scream was almost as loud at the lightning being realised.

Illyria looked back, towards the source of the lightning. Stepping out from the darkness was a medium height women. Her ginger hair was cut short, just bellow the ears. She wore a black tank top, matching black jeans. Around her neck was a pentagram tied to a string. Her green eyes were narrowed, looking directly at Illyria.

"Willow?" It wasn't really a question. From Fred's memories, Illyria could see that she was Willow. Only in Fred's memories her hair was a little longer. But humans were changing all the time. Illyria took a step forward. Ignoring the cracking of electricity, as she took another step forward.

"Who wants to know?" Her voice was darker then Fred's memories portrayed. Though that might have just gone along with the ever changing. Willow raised her eyebrows as she let the second ball fly. Illyria dodged it as easily as she did the first. She wasn't going to confused the poor Witch by giving her the name Illyria. She didn't know Illyria, it would just end with the Witches death. Then where would she be,

"Angel," And the electricity sounds went dead.