Chances
Author: Taramisu
Rating: I'd imagine NC-17 eventually -> PG-13 now
Summary: The obligatory post finale fic
Pairing:
B/W, W/OC
A/N: Thanks be to the beta, who makes all things possible: Jacqueline
Prologue
The lumbering beast taking point worried Angel. Its eyes glowed with an overwhelming lust for destruction; Angel recognized it as the same
intense desire he had possessed as Angelus all those years ago. He could nearly feel the craving begin to gnaw at his guts as he
remembered. His own remembered bloodlust made Angel swallow hard and promptly forget his blithe wish to slay the dragon overhead.
Spike spared only a split second to assess his fellow vampire's expression. He had hoped to exchanged a knowing look with Angel –
maybe assure himself that they would both be fighting as the
formidable team they had once been. But, instead of looking into a warrior's face, he saw one of a defeated man who had lost all hope.
It was in that instant Spike knew. This was it. The end.
He took a look in Illyria's direction. The Ancient One stood poised for the fight, her body a veritable statue of elegance. Her stance
accentuated Fred's every feminine curve and musculature. She was a
thing of beauty to be sure.
Gunn did not seem to be faring as well. Despite his imposing figure, complete with battle axe and `don't fuck with me' sneer, the stink of
death poured from him. It would not be long before the boy succumbed to blood loss and collapsed right here in this alley.
Spike's unusually automatic breath caught in his throat.
So this is how it is to end? Just as it began. Anonymous death in an alleyway. Only, these four would have no mourners. No distraught
mother, father, sister, cousin to bury then grieve for them. They would each die here, fighting, for sure, but unfortunately in this
rat infested alley that reeked of sewage and death. `How terribly appropriate,' Spike mused, remembering where his and Angel's vampire
selves were born.
The battle lasted all of ten minutes. Gunn went down first, as expected. Illyria fell second, distracted by the sight of Gunn's
pleasing face collapsing into stillness before her very eyes. The oncoming flood of demons distracted the valiant vampires from
remembering to guard the rear. In the end, they were both dispatched by a less-than-battle-efficient species known as the Simetra. In
accordance with its reputation as a cowardly race, it slithered up the back of the alley and simultaneously slipped a stake through each
of their hearts.
The lead demon's mouth turned up into a half smirk as he watched the dust billow from the previously human forms, then gently settle to
the asphalt below. In that second, the world stopped. Sound waves seemed to cease travel through the air. The breeze died and clouds
froze still in the sky. The world as the humans had known it had died.
The demons raised their arms in triumph, howled and stomped their feet. They hesitated merely moments before remembering that this
world was now ripe for the slaughtering. Thousands of demons in every shape and size suddenly stampeded out into the city with
nothing but destruction on their minds.