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AN: Sorry readers, but this seen of the confrontation in the second to last episode of Angel is edited and most likely wrong because I had to fill in the gaps. See the thing is I couldn’t find my tape of the 2nd to last episode, so I had to fill things in from the ‘on the last episode of Angel…’ thing from the last episode. So I apologize now. THANKS FOR READING!


Watchers Councils-


“OK Giles, we’ve been doing this for two days, I need to know what’s going on. Maybe I should just go to L.A. and demand an answer from Angel.”
“No, not yet, but we won’t forget that entirely’
Dawn was still working at translating the long book, trying to find anything that had to do with the Slayers Champion. Dawn turned the page and was met with a strong sense of Déj-a-vu.
“Buffy, Giles, it’s another one of the books” The words started to translate in front of her eyes again, revealing the secrets of Angel and his new job at Wolfram and Hart.
Giles took one look at the book and turned to Buffy.
“Buffy I think you should take that trip to L.A. now”



L.A. - Wolfram and Hart
Same Night


Angel grabbed shoved Lorne’s crossbow from his hands, rapping his arm around his throat. He dug into his leather jacket, bringing out the talisman.
“Volvary”
A green blast enveloped the room. The gang just looked at him with confusion and hatred, wondering if he had finally lost his mind along with his soul.
“Alright, we have 6 minutes.” Angel said, while righting Lorne.
“Till what?” Spike said while preparing himself to hear any of the bullshit that Angelus was about to say.
“Till the glamour collapses, as far as anyone else outside this room is concerned were still at each others throats.” Angel started to get impatient, pacing the room,
“What are you talking about Angel” Gunn took a tentative step forward, but Angel saw the true meaning behind the step, as Gunn trying to gain ground.
“I’m talking about killing every member of the Black Thorn”

~


Outside Wolfram and Hart-

Angel ran down the alley, rain pelting at his skin. He worried for the rest of his companions hoping that they got out, of each of their jobs alive.
He reached he gate, the set meeting place. Looking around for a second.
“Boo” Out of the darkness walked Spike, blood streaming down one his cheeks and a small gash on his forehead.
“Anyone else”
“Not so far, you feel the heat?” Spike was out of breath, killing that bunch of demons with a baby in his arms had left him breathless. And now with the heat rising beneath his feet he finally felt the fear of this mission, this most likely final mission.
“It’s comin’” Angel and Spike both looked out of the alley, Spike then looking up to the sky, thinking he saw something move.
“We finally got ourselves a decent brawl.”
“Damn, how did I now the fang boys would pull through.” Gunn jogged down the alley, out of breath same as Spike.
“Your lucky were on the same side dogs, because I was on fire tonight. My game was tight…” Spike and Angel just got to him on time before he collapsed on the pavement. They set him on a box in the alley for him to rest. That’s when Spike saw his wound.
“You’re suppose to wear that red stuff on the inside Charlie boy.” Gunn looked down, his hand now held his stomach, he lifted it away and saw the blood, already knowing that he would find it. He was in so much pain but he knew he had to keep fighting, if he was going to die that night, he was going to do it fighting.
“Any word of Wes?”
Spike was just shaking his head when Illyeria jumped down in front of his, her blue-brown hair matted to her scalp from rain. Her lips were trembling when she relayed the news.
“Wesley’s dead.” The three remaining members of the team knew that this was a risk, but of course still hit them hard.
“I’m feeling grief for him. I can’t seem to control it.” She looked at Angel then, seeing the grief in his eyes too. “I wish to do more violence.”
That’s when the howling started, all around them the calls of the trolls, the demons, and of course, the dragon.
“Well this just happen to be your lucky day” said Spike.
“Among other things.” Mumbled Angel while he took in the army in aw.
The army of the Wolf, the Ram and the Heart, was huge. Amazing number bent on decimating them.
“OK, you take the 30,000 on the left…”
“Your fading” Illyeria told Gunn. “You’ll last ten minutes at best”
“Then lets make them memorable” Gunn said, getting up from the box slowly.
“Any terms of a plan?” Spike asked, while getting into formation next to Angel.
“We fight” Angel recognized the edginess in his Grand-Childe, also taking in the old fighting formation they used to use.
“Bit more specific?” Spike looked at him, not knowing if this was going to be the last fight he would fight with his famous Angelus.
“Well personally, I kinda want to slay the dragon”
The army started to charge them.
“Let’s go to work, and with that Angel swung his sword and started the fight.
He took down one with the swing, cutting the demon in half. Spike jumped in right besides him, twisting the neck off of another demon. While plunging his hand into the next one, ripping his heart out.
Gunn moved in next to him swinging his ax with abandon. Illyeria, on his other side, using the same method as Spike. They kept up this up till they hit the middle of the fray. They then circled up, covering each others backs. Fighting harder then before. They killed, but more just kept coming.
A giant Garlosh then approached the circle. Angel faced the monster and prepared for the fight. The Garlosh picked him up and threw him against the wall, breaking the circle. Angel picked him self up, feeling the bones crack in his back. The Garlosh didn’t waste any time though. He picked Angel up again, this time by his neck, and twisted it, ripping it off his shoulder, the dust sprinkling below him.
“Angel!” Spike, and Gunn yelled, but they had no choice but to keep fighting, Gunn growing fainter and fainter with each blow.
Spike made his way over to the Garlosh, taking up Angel’s sword, and cut the Garlosh’s throat. Avenging Angel’s 2nd, and final death.
He went back to Gunn then. Until Gunn finally started to grow sloppy, and missed an attack from another demon. Spike blocked the blow just in time.
“Thanks man,” Gunn looked up at him, grabbing the collar of his coat, while Illyeria protected them. Then Gunn’s grip loosened and died, along with him. His body crumpled to the wet pavement.
“Spike, you need to help me fend off this army, save your grief for later. And fight now.” Illeryia’s words finally penetrated his grief clouded brain. Too many people were dyeing. A demon approached him. And Spike attacked with a vengeance. Killing him with a quick blow to his gut, his fist going through the demon’s stomach.
Suddenly the crowd started to part. Spike and Illyeria got ready for the next Big Bad. The army’s screaming, turned to wailing. Spike could start to feel the fear radiating off of them. Wondering what monster could be this bad. He crouched low, Illyeria copying his movements. The space finally got to them, and Spike saw a flash of blond. And caught his breath not believing his eyes.

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