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Bloody NYC
Part Three
Author: Silve
BTVS related.
Cast: Read it and find out, ya lazy bums.
Rating: PG...Language, mostly. Some gore.
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, and...the rest of 'em
Dawn hurried out of the bar as quickly as she could, sprinting down the street and to the nearest bus stop. As waited impatiently, tapping her foot and checking her watch, as the bus slowly pulled up and stopped. She stepped up onto the high stairs on the bus, and frowned. It smelled like cabbage, and many old people. She walked past the driver, dropping her money into the bucket. The driver looked hungrily up at her, licking his lips. She grimaced, and sat as far back as possible. Leaning her head on the grimy window, cold air seeping through a crack, she watched as the scenery began moving faster past her, as the bus started it's steady pace up a hill. People around her were chatting, some were even sleeping, and as Dawn turned to look at the people behind her"¦
"GODDAMMIT!"
"Watch it!" Charlotte grabbed Ellen around the waist and pulled her from in front of a bus. Ellen stared at the spot she had once been, then looked to Charlotte. She shook loose from Charlotte's grasp and scowled. Charlotte looked at her in disbelief. "I just saved you! You should be more careful." She gawked at the blank expression on Ellen's face and furrowed her brow, "Are you, like, very, VERY stoned?" Ellen merely walked past her, down the side of the street. Charlotte followed reluctantly. "Are we there yet?" Ellen stopped, and turned around.
"Why?"
"Why what why"¦what?" Charlotte felt a headache coming on, and the source was standing right in front of her. She gritted her teeth and crossed her arms.
"Why did you pull me away from the bus?" she looked at Charlotte with wide eyes. Her face seemed sallow, and dark rings were under her eyes. Charlotte's gaze softened.
"'Cause. I'd be lost. I don't know what's going on. And even though I'm not getting much from you"¦" she smiled, and tilted her head to the side, ""¦it's better than being alone." Ellen looked to the ground, and turned quickly. "Let me ask you why." Ellen stopped, her back to Charlotte. "Why are you"¦different? You seem"¦sick. Or weak. But in the hospital"¦when you grabbed me"¦you were"¦bigger?" She said this with a question in her voice, but Ellen continued walking. Charlotte kept quiet the rest of the walk, and only studied her surroundings. Ellen had led her down a dark subway, into tunnels and down alleys. Charlotte had never ventured farther than the park, and was slightly unnerved by the quietness of the empty passageways Ellen was bringing her through.
"Stop asking me questions. I can't answer them." Ellen said suddenly, Charlotte raised her eyebrows. "Mark will explain everything."
"Mark? Who's Mar-" Charlotte closed her mouth in mid sentence, remembering the no questions request. Ellen kept walking, as they now entered a very damp and unpleasant smelling tunnel, and as Charlotte stepped down, she found she sunk slightly into some type of sludge. "Ugh"¦" she kicked it off her shoe and stepped lightly.
"Mark worked with me. You'll have much in common."
"Why? Is he a Slayer too?"
"No"¦he is very odd"¦and has messy hair like you." Charlotte automatically put a hand to her hair, ruffling it. "Come, we're close."
After pulling the stop signal, Dawn got off the bus, and quickly walked towards another bar. Many people looked at her as she strode past, and kicked down the door of a two story brick building, and she entered into a well lit room, a piano playing and people dancing. She took a look around and spotted a tall man with a hat and jacket on, his back to her. She walked over and spun him around, keeping hold of his coat. A human man looked startled as Dawn looked into his face. She let go immediately, and walked to the bar. A very short bartender with black hair was talking to a man at the counter, his voice strangely familiar, and annoying. He looked weasel-ish, with a pointed nose and watery eyes. Dawn slammed her fist onto the counter.
"Willy!" Willy turned with shock and grasped his chest.
"Uh"¦I"¦uh"¦" Willy froze, then bolted towards the door. Dawn caught him and pinned him to the wall, in a nearby hallway, hidden in shadows. She looked him in the face.
"Where is he!?" Willy winced and shook his head.
"I have no clue what you're talking about, kid." Dawn shook him and slammed him harder against the wall. Willy whimpered and cracked, "Alright! Upstairs! Room number eight. But he don't like company!" Dawn was already making her way up the stairs and into a long hallway, doors on each side. She walked to number eight, and knocked. A rustling sound came from inside, and she waited. A red eye appeared between a crack and the door, then the door shut quickly. Dawn took not hesitation in kicking this door down as well, and a tall, green demon stumbled backwards. He landed on a chair, then looked up to Dawn, frowning.
"Can you READ?" he croaked, pointing to the "˜Do Not Disturb' sign on his door handle. Dawn kicked the chair from beneath him and pulled him up, throwing him against the wall. The demon sighed and leaned against the wall. "What do you want?" Dawn looked at him with fire in her eyes.
"You know what I want."
"No, I don't"¦" he quickly changed his sentence to, "Alright. But you know what I want. Let's swap stories." Dawn looked confused for a second, then let him go. The once joyful and glowing face of Lorne was not grubby, his eyes cold and hard, yet a flicker of concern filled his voice when he said, "You tell me what happened in L.A., you get what you need."
A year before, a giant dragon flew overhead Angel, Spike, Gunn, and Illyria, as many other demons steadily marched forward. Gunn stood shakily, holding his side in agony, as Spike and Angel surveyed the mass of attackers.
"Well, personally, I'd like to slay the dragon." Angel smirked grimly, as it screeched above them, circling. The pounding around him drained out all sound, as his eyes narrowed, and he prepared to fight. Someone was talking, he couldn't tell who, but he shouted out to the small group of followers, as he swung his sword and chopped a demon approaching him in half. Behind him, Illyria fought tens at a time, and his fellow vampire took on three. Gunn held up, killing two, but then stumbling to the ground. Angel felt an urge to help him, but the rest of the demons kept coming, and he was busily fighting them off. All that was going through his mind was how many people he was doing this for. Wesley, Gunn, Fred"¦Buffy. He thrust his sword into another on coming demon, and felt something hit him from behind. He fell to the ground, his eyes watering, looking through the rain at a thinning horde of demons. Illyria was wiping them out as quickly as ever, but was knocked back by an enormous troll, and she lay, still, on the ground beside him. Angel got up, again swinging his sword and hacking at anything coming near him, knowing he had to hold on a bit longer. The demons were disappearing, only a hundred or so left. Bodies lay all around him, and he kept adding more and more, getting hit again, but staying up. Again, Illyria was back in action, knocking them back until there were fewer and fewer. Hearing a cry of pain behind him, he whipped around, seeing Spike stumble backwards, clutching his chest. He stood, breathing heavily, catching a glimpse of Angel, his eyes widened. A demon came charging towards Spike, and Angel made a move to run towards him when"¦everything went black.
The morning sun beat down over many glistening bodies of dead demons down an alley. Angel's eyes fluttered open, and he gasped, backing away from the sun. He lay beside an overturned dumpster, Illyria, beside him, her head bleeding from an open wound, but breathing normally. Angel turned his attention to the setting. The troll, the dragon, and the army lay dead, motionless. He tried sitting up, only to lay back down, spotting a heap on the ground near him. The bloodied body of Charles Gunn lay lifeless on the ground, split into pieces and torn apart. Angel closed his eyes and looked down. He gasped as his eyes came to rest upon his legs, one completely gone, the other, badly ripped apart and limp. He grunted in effort to move, but only collapsed again. Illyria sat bolt upright, her eyes scanning around her. She stopped when she spotted Angel beside her, and stood up quickly. Angel looked up to her.
"What happened?" he rasped, his voice dry, and shaky. Illyria looked down at him and crouched beside him, taking a look at his leg.
"You are badly wounded." she said, blinking slowly. "Your mobility will be faltered, yet we need to get out of here. Can you move?" Angel shook his head, and sighed, looking into the alley. A long strip of shadow came from the building beside him, and engulfed a dark shape in a heap a few feet away. A blonde head rolled onto it's shoulder, and Angel took in a sharp breath. Illyria walked over to Spike, kneeling in front of him. His breathing was shallow, and came in hiccough like breaths. Angel screwed up his eyes and hung his head.
"Oh, God."
Illyria came towards Angel and slowly picked him up from under his arms, and dragged him down the line of shadow to where Spike lay. She then moved to the dumpster, pushing it towards Angel again, covering him completely in shadow. Angel leaned on the wall next to Spike, looking down his legs, sprawled in the sunlight, one side of him split open, a large piece of steel still stuck in him, his face, half covered in blood"¦
Sunlight?
Angel looked in amazement at Spike's sun covered legs. He wasn't smoking, or burning. He then realised, and shook his head slightly. He jumped slightly when spike spoke.
"Shanshu thingy, am I right?" Angel looked up at Spike and nodded solemnly.
"Champion, with a pivotal roll in the apocalypse."
"Then why aren't you all down with the Pinocchio syndrome?" he chuckled slightly, then stopped, a pained look on his face. Blood trickled out of his mouth, down his chin. Angel couldn't watch.
"I signed it away. To the Black Thorn. Guess since I couldn't get it"¦"
"I got stuck holdin' the bag, eh?" Spike said darkly, taking a shuddering breath. "Where's blue?" Illyria walked our from behind the dumpster and sat in front of Spike.
"So this is why you are different. I felt it. You're mortal?" she searched Spike's face, then turned to Angel. A look in her eyes reminded him of a child's, confused, but in know. Angel nodded, as Illyria examined Spike's wound. "You shall die soon, though. As mortals do"¦" she then went quiet, her thoughts somewhere else.
"And"¦Gunn?" Spike breathed the words, and Angel willed himself not to look over to the maimed body of his friend.
"He fell. I saw. He was," Illyria spoke before Angel could, "very brave. He fought until he was dead."
A pause, and everyone was silent, except for the laboured breathes of Spike. He groaned as he tried to release the steel from his side. Illyria grasped it and pulled, and Spike toppled over, grasping his side. He pushed himself up, and looked over to Angel, his head dropping to the side.
"Well, guess Angel's Avengers is out of business." he closed his eyes, and Illyria moved the dumpster once more, covering Angel and partially Spike. He shook his head, and looked up to Illyria. "No"¦I want to feel the sun." he said, pushing himself out into the middle of the alley, laying on his back and in the sunlight. He sighed heavily, his chest then rose very little as he breathed. Angel watched him as he smiled slightly. "Guess nothing ever happened then, for Buffy? She'll never even know I came back." He said this sadly, frowning slightly. Then he closed his eyes slowly, and opened them again. He sighed, and said, "Boy, I'm hungry." Angel chuckled, and smiled.
"That's you, Spike. Always thinking of the wrong thing at the wrong time. He looked over to Spike, and felt something in the pit of his stomach drop. Spike lay motionless, his chest no long rising and falling gently with new found air, his eyes open, staring dreamily above him. Illyria looked down at Spike and lowered her head, her blue hair falling into her face. Angel moved closer to Spike, pulling him into the shadow again. He looked into the face of his friend, foe, his student, and confidant for many years. Slowly, he lay down the head of William, and closed his eyes. The end was there for a noble vampire, who gained life so quickly, then lost it at the same pace.
Illyria quietly moved towards them, and kneeled in front of Spike. Angel raised his eyes to her, and they sat glumly in silence. She let out a stifled sob, and then spoke.
"I do not wish to do this any longer. I am sorry." Angel looked at her in surprise.
"Sorry? For what?"
"I took something of value to you. Fred. I've used this body for"¦nothing. I have gained nothing in this except for it to be taken away. I've felt guilt, and anger, and-and.." she shuddered, and felt her face, "pain. I don't see why we fought for what we did. But inside, I felt as if I owed something. Now that my debt has been paid, I no longer wish to continue with this." She looked at Angel with icy eyes, and Angel nodded. She turned her gaze to Spike again. "I don't understand why humans do what thedo. Mortals. Foolish. Fighting for what they will never grasp or come to know. Everything I like has been taken away. Spike, Charles"¦Wesley"¦" she stopped and closed her eyes. "I will help you one last time, but then"¦I cannot continue." They hen sat in silence, the busy L.A. scene going on behind them, and no one recognising the loss that had been suffered. A brilliant scientist, her powerful, wise, warlock lover, an ex-lawyer with a heart of gold, a kind hearted man, misunderstood through life, and the end of an age in which evil ruled over most.
{WOW...ok long, but...hey I was on a roll!}
Part Three
Author: Silve
BTVS related.
Cast: Read it and find out, ya lazy bums.
Rating: PG...Language, mostly. Some gore.
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, and...the rest of 'em
Dawn hurried out of the bar as quickly as she could, sprinting down the street and to the nearest bus stop. As waited impatiently, tapping her foot and checking her watch, as the bus slowly pulled up and stopped. She stepped up onto the high stairs on the bus, and frowned. It smelled like cabbage, and many old people. She walked past the driver, dropping her money into the bucket. The driver looked hungrily up at her, licking his lips. She grimaced, and sat as far back as possible. Leaning her head on the grimy window, cold air seeping through a crack, she watched as the scenery began moving faster past her, as the bus started it's steady pace up a hill. People around her were chatting, some were even sleeping, and as Dawn turned to look at the people behind her"¦
"GODDAMMIT!"
"Watch it!" Charlotte grabbed Ellen around the waist and pulled her from in front of a bus. Ellen stared at the spot she had once been, then looked to Charlotte. She shook loose from Charlotte's grasp and scowled. Charlotte looked at her in disbelief. "I just saved you! You should be more careful." She gawked at the blank expression on Ellen's face and furrowed her brow, "Are you, like, very, VERY stoned?" Ellen merely walked past her, down the side of the street. Charlotte followed reluctantly. "Are we there yet?" Ellen stopped, and turned around.
"Why?"
"Why what why"¦what?" Charlotte felt a headache coming on, and the source was standing right in front of her. She gritted her teeth and crossed her arms.
"Why did you pull me away from the bus?" she looked at Charlotte with wide eyes. Her face seemed sallow, and dark rings were under her eyes. Charlotte's gaze softened.
"'Cause. I'd be lost. I don't know what's going on. And even though I'm not getting much from you"¦" she smiled, and tilted her head to the side, ""¦it's better than being alone." Ellen looked to the ground, and turned quickly. "Let me ask you why." Ellen stopped, her back to Charlotte. "Why are you"¦different? You seem"¦sick. Or weak. But in the hospital"¦when you grabbed me"¦you were"¦bigger?" She said this with a question in her voice, but Ellen continued walking. Charlotte kept quiet the rest of the walk, and only studied her surroundings. Ellen had led her down a dark subway, into tunnels and down alleys. Charlotte had never ventured farther than the park, and was slightly unnerved by the quietness of the empty passageways Ellen was bringing her through.
"Stop asking me questions. I can't answer them." Ellen said suddenly, Charlotte raised her eyebrows. "Mark will explain everything."
"Mark? Who's Mar-" Charlotte closed her mouth in mid sentence, remembering the no questions request. Ellen kept walking, as they now entered a very damp and unpleasant smelling tunnel, and as Charlotte stepped down, she found she sunk slightly into some type of sludge. "Ugh"¦" she kicked it off her shoe and stepped lightly.
"Mark worked with me. You'll have much in common."
"Why? Is he a Slayer too?"
"No"¦he is very odd"¦and has messy hair like you." Charlotte automatically put a hand to her hair, ruffling it. "Come, we're close."
After pulling the stop signal, Dawn got off the bus, and quickly walked towards another bar. Many people looked at her as she strode past, and kicked down the door of a two story brick building, and she entered into a well lit room, a piano playing and people dancing. She took a look around and spotted a tall man with a hat and jacket on, his back to her. She walked over and spun him around, keeping hold of his coat. A human man looked startled as Dawn looked into his face. She let go immediately, and walked to the bar. A very short bartender with black hair was talking to a man at the counter, his voice strangely familiar, and annoying. He looked weasel-ish, with a pointed nose and watery eyes. Dawn slammed her fist onto the counter.
"Willy!" Willy turned with shock and grasped his chest.
"Uh"¦I"¦uh"¦" Willy froze, then bolted towards the door. Dawn caught him and pinned him to the wall, in a nearby hallway, hidden in shadows. She looked him in the face.
"Where is he!?" Willy winced and shook his head.
"I have no clue what you're talking about, kid." Dawn shook him and slammed him harder against the wall. Willy whimpered and cracked, "Alright! Upstairs! Room number eight. But he don't like company!" Dawn was already making her way up the stairs and into a long hallway, doors on each side. She walked to number eight, and knocked. A rustling sound came from inside, and she waited. A red eye appeared between a crack and the door, then the door shut quickly. Dawn took not hesitation in kicking this door down as well, and a tall, green demon stumbled backwards. He landed on a chair, then looked up to Dawn, frowning.
"Can you READ?" he croaked, pointing to the "˜Do Not Disturb' sign on his door handle. Dawn kicked the chair from beneath him and pulled him up, throwing him against the wall. The demon sighed and leaned against the wall. "What do you want?" Dawn looked at him with fire in her eyes.
"You know what I want."
"No, I don't"¦" he quickly changed his sentence to, "Alright. But you know what I want. Let's swap stories." Dawn looked confused for a second, then let him go. The once joyful and glowing face of Lorne was not grubby, his eyes cold and hard, yet a flicker of concern filled his voice when he said, "You tell me what happened in L.A., you get what you need."
A year before, a giant dragon flew overhead Angel, Spike, Gunn, and Illyria, as many other demons steadily marched forward. Gunn stood shakily, holding his side in agony, as Spike and Angel surveyed the mass of attackers.
"Well, personally, I'd like to slay the dragon." Angel smirked grimly, as it screeched above them, circling. The pounding around him drained out all sound, as his eyes narrowed, and he prepared to fight. Someone was talking, he couldn't tell who, but he shouted out to the small group of followers, as he swung his sword and chopped a demon approaching him in half. Behind him, Illyria fought tens at a time, and his fellow vampire took on three. Gunn held up, killing two, but then stumbling to the ground. Angel felt an urge to help him, but the rest of the demons kept coming, and he was busily fighting them off. All that was going through his mind was how many people he was doing this for. Wesley, Gunn, Fred"¦Buffy. He thrust his sword into another on coming demon, and felt something hit him from behind. He fell to the ground, his eyes watering, looking through the rain at a thinning horde of demons. Illyria was wiping them out as quickly as ever, but was knocked back by an enormous troll, and she lay, still, on the ground beside him. Angel got up, again swinging his sword and hacking at anything coming near him, knowing he had to hold on a bit longer. The demons were disappearing, only a hundred or so left. Bodies lay all around him, and he kept adding more and more, getting hit again, but staying up. Again, Illyria was back in action, knocking them back until there were fewer and fewer. Hearing a cry of pain behind him, he whipped around, seeing Spike stumble backwards, clutching his chest. He stood, breathing heavily, catching a glimpse of Angel, his eyes widened. A demon came charging towards Spike, and Angel made a move to run towards him when"¦everything went black.
The morning sun beat down over many glistening bodies of dead demons down an alley. Angel's eyes fluttered open, and he gasped, backing away from the sun. He lay beside an overturned dumpster, Illyria, beside him, her head bleeding from an open wound, but breathing normally. Angel turned his attention to the setting. The troll, the dragon, and the army lay dead, motionless. He tried sitting up, only to lay back down, spotting a heap on the ground near him. The bloodied body of Charles Gunn lay lifeless on the ground, split into pieces and torn apart. Angel closed his eyes and looked down. He gasped as his eyes came to rest upon his legs, one completely gone, the other, badly ripped apart and limp. He grunted in effort to move, but only collapsed again. Illyria sat bolt upright, her eyes scanning around her. She stopped when she spotted Angel beside her, and stood up quickly. Angel looked up to her.
"What happened?" he rasped, his voice dry, and shaky. Illyria looked down at him and crouched beside him, taking a look at his leg.
"You are badly wounded." she said, blinking slowly. "Your mobility will be faltered, yet we need to get out of here. Can you move?" Angel shook his head, and sighed, looking into the alley. A long strip of shadow came from the building beside him, and engulfed a dark shape in a heap a few feet away. A blonde head rolled onto it's shoulder, and Angel took in a sharp breath. Illyria walked over to Spike, kneeling in front of him. His breathing was shallow, and came in hiccough like breaths. Angel screwed up his eyes and hung his head.
"Oh, God."
Illyria came towards Angel and slowly picked him up from under his arms, and dragged him down the line of shadow to where Spike lay. She then moved to the dumpster, pushing it towards Angel again, covering him completely in shadow. Angel leaned on the wall next to Spike, looking down his legs, sprawled in the sunlight, one side of him split open, a large piece of steel still stuck in him, his face, half covered in blood"¦
Sunlight?
Angel looked in amazement at Spike's sun covered legs. He wasn't smoking, or burning. He then realised, and shook his head slightly. He jumped slightly when spike spoke.
"Shanshu thingy, am I right?" Angel looked up at Spike and nodded solemnly.
"Champion, with a pivotal roll in the apocalypse."
"Then why aren't you all down with the Pinocchio syndrome?" he chuckled slightly, then stopped, a pained look on his face. Blood trickled out of his mouth, down his chin. Angel couldn't watch.
"I signed it away. To the Black Thorn. Guess since I couldn't get it"¦"
"I got stuck holdin' the bag, eh?" Spike said darkly, taking a shuddering breath. "Where's blue?" Illyria walked our from behind the dumpster and sat in front of Spike.
"So this is why you are different. I felt it. You're mortal?" she searched Spike's face, then turned to Angel. A look in her eyes reminded him of a child's, confused, but in know. Angel nodded, as Illyria examined Spike's wound. "You shall die soon, though. As mortals do"¦" she then went quiet, her thoughts somewhere else.
"And"¦Gunn?" Spike breathed the words, and Angel willed himself not to look over to the maimed body of his friend.
"He fell. I saw. He was," Illyria spoke before Angel could, "very brave. He fought until he was dead."
A pause, and everyone was silent, except for the laboured breathes of Spike. He groaned as he tried to release the steel from his side. Illyria grasped it and pulled, and Spike toppled over, grasping his side. He pushed himself up, and looked over to Angel, his head dropping to the side.
"Well, guess Angel's Avengers is out of business." he closed his eyes, and Illyria moved the dumpster once more, covering Angel and partially Spike. He shook his head, and looked up to Illyria. "No"¦I want to feel the sun." he said, pushing himself out into the middle of the alley, laying on his back and in the sunlight. He sighed heavily, his chest then rose very little as he breathed. Angel watched him as he smiled slightly. "Guess nothing ever happened then, for Buffy? She'll never even know I came back." He said this sadly, frowning slightly. Then he closed his eyes slowly, and opened them again. He sighed, and said, "Boy, I'm hungry." Angel chuckled, and smiled.
"That's you, Spike. Always thinking of the wrong thing at the wrong time. He looked over to Spike, and felt something in the pit of his stomach drop. Spike lay motionless, his chest no long rising and falling gently with new found air, his eyes open, staring dreamily above him. Illyria looked down at Spike and lowered her head, her blue hair falling into her face. Angel moved closer to Spike, pulling him into the shadow again. He looked into the face of his friend, foe, his student, and confidant for many years. Slowly, he lay down the head of William, and closed his eyes. The end was there for a noble vampire, who gained life so quickly, then lost it at the same pace.
Illyria quietly moved towards them, and kneeled in front of Spike. Angel raised his eyes to her, and they sat glumly in silence. She let out a stifled sob, and then spoke.
"I do not wish to do this any longer. I am sorry." Angel looked at her in surprise.
"Sorry? For what?"
"I took something of value to you. Fred. I've used this body for"¦nothing. I have gained nothing in this except for it to be taken away. I've felt guilt, and anger, and-and.." she shuddered, and felt her face, "pain. I don't see why we fought for what we did. But inside, I felt as if I owed something. Now that my debt has been paid, I no longer wish to continue with this." She looked at Angel with icy eyes, and Angel nodded. She turned her gaze to Spike again. "I don't understand why humans do what thedo. Mortals. Foolish. Fighting for what they will never grasp or come to know. Everything I like has been taken away. Spike, Charles"¦Wesley"¦" she stopped and closed her eyes. "I will help you one last time, but then"¦I cannot continue." They hen sat in silence, the busy L.A. scene going on behind them, and no one recognising the loss that had been suffered. A brilliant scientist, her powerful, wise, warlock lover, an ex-lawyer with a heart of gold, a kind hearted man, misunderstood through life, and the end of an age in which evil ruled over most.
{WOW...ok long, but...hey I was on a roll!}
