The Coming of Lilith: Part Two
by Elf
"Okay, the world's oldest vampire has put up shop here and has a grudge against you," Cordelia said.

Angel nodded as he leaned on his desk. He had told Cordelia basically what she needed to know. Cordelia huffed and snapped, "*Well that's just great!* It would be the oldest and most powerful blood sucker that you had to piss off!"

Angel glared at her. He wanted to put the spoiled little girl in her place. She wasn't the one who fought Lilith. Or fought the other demons and other nastys that came along. He was tempted to give her a wooden steak, place her in a lair of vampires and say, "Well, lets just see how *you* do."

Doyle cleared his throat and said, "She did kill the poor lad, and a homeless person."

Angel nodded in agreement. He said, "So I should stop her before she does any more damage. You can be surprised on how much one vampire can do if she's smart enough." Besides who knew what other monsters she had at her command. He might need help on this one. He inwardly groaned, he didn't want to work with Spike and he wasn't going to put Buffy in danger.

The phone rang and Cordelia picked it up. She said, "Hello, Cordelia Chase, how may I help you?"

Cordelia said, "Okay, he's right here."

She handed him the phone. Angel answered, "Hello?"

"Hey there tall, dark and toothsome." The voice belonged to Fallon Ryan, a police officer who just happened to be a witch, and knew who Angel was.

"Hello Fallon," he wearily replied. He didn't want to play any of Fallon's little games right now. He also didn't like being called tall, dark, and toothsome.

She replied, "You should go to Angelus Rosedale Cemetery, there's something that's very interesting going on."

Angel didn't like the name of that burial ground. He asked, "What's going on Fallon?"

Her voice became slightly frantic as she answered, "Man, it's a necromancer, a very powerful one. I'm watching somebody ravishing the dead right now, and it's not pretty. And they already have a whole slew of dead guys at their command, it's like a f***ing army, man."

Fallon had a *wonderful* way with words. Angel asked, "Are you there? How close are you?"

Fallon chuckled, a light tinkling sound. She answered, "You're gonna be pissed when I tell you this, but, I'm at the pay phone across the street."

"Fallon, don't move and don't let the zombies see you. I'll be there in less than five minutes, keep *safe*," he scolded the witch.

Fallon gave a frightened chuckle as she said, "No damn problem there Big Guy."

"Don't call me that," he said as an automatic reply. Then he said, "Be careful Fallon, I'll be there."

Then he hung up the phone. Cordelia asked, "What did Falle want?"

Angel slipped on his duster and started out the door. He wasn't looking forward to slaying a whole army of zombies, but Fallon was there and she was a witch. He started to walk out of the office, aware that Cordelia and Doyle were following him.

"Eeeeewwww!" Cordelia groaned as Angel pulled the car near the cemetery. It was indeed very disgusting. At least 50 rotting corpses were staggering to the gate while several others were scrambling out of their graves.

A few of the zombies had made it out of the graveyard and were lurching toward a phone booth and the person standing on top of it holding a .44 magnum pistol. A gunshot broke through the quiet sounds of moaning and groaning. The bullet fount it's mark and exploded a zombie's head.

The zombie fell to the ground in a pile of brownish green ooze. Angel watched as the zombies became more numerous and were breaking out of the graveyard. He parked the car and was about to help Fallon when Cordelia screamed.

The girl cried out about almost every little thing and Angel had learned to ignore it. But then Angel saw what Cordelia was looking at.

Doyle gasped, "Oh my god."

A small group of teenagers had made their way to the cemetery, and had just taken notice of the zombies. The bad thing was that the zombies had just taken notice of them.

Angel got out of the car and looked at Cordelia and Doyle. He sharply said, "Stay here." Cordy happily nodded and Doyle was about to say something, but Angel slammed the door to close the argument. In his almost two and a half centuries Angel had learned to deal with people.

The teenagers broke out into a dead run, only to be met up by another group of the walking dead. They were surrounded. Fallon jumped up and down on the phone booth and shouted, "Hey you ugly! Yeah I'm talking to you . . . you big ugly pile of dead shit!"

The zombies payed her no heed as they circled around the group of teenagers. Angel opened his trunk and gazed at the weapons. He picked up an axe that he had confiscated from some demon and a glass bottle of gasoline.

He ran over to living dead and lopped one of their heads clean off. The way to kill zombies was to either burn them or to destroy their heads. They turned to look at him, sensing that he was indeed a threat.

As one, they came at him, very slowly. That was the good thing about zombies, they were slow and very stupid. One of them collapsed to the ground. A bloody bullet wound threw its forehead signaled that it was dead.

Then two more gun shots, and two more dead zombies. Fallon Ryan was holding her gun with both hands as she shot the zombies. Angel swerved as one of the rotting creatures tried to grab him from behind. He spun around and chopped its head cleanly off.

Fallon shot the creatures as Angel beheaded them. The kids had enough sense to run now. Angel sliced through a dead woman's head as he asked Fallon, "I thought I told you to stay safe."

Fallon shrugged and launched a roundhouse kick at one of the creature's heads. She then shot it gracefully though the head. Angel noticed that the zombies were trying to push them into the graveyard.

He told Fallon, "Fallon, they're trying to push us back."

Fallon shrugged as she shot another one. She said, "Let the slimy bastards, we can handle them."

The point was that they were outnumbered 40 to one, and no matter how stupid or slow the creatures were, that was still very impossible odds. Angel looked behind him. Standing on a grave was Lilith.

She was laughing at them. Fallon took another shot, the gun clicked and nothing happened. She cursed, "Damn son of a bitch." Angel grabbed her wrist and shouted, "Run!"

Angel jerked her to get her moving. He had a plan. The bottle of gasoline was tucked safely inside a pocket in his duster.

Fallon dropped the gun and took off running. Angel had to slow his pace so the small witch could keep up. Angel stopped suddenly as the zombies had them surrounded.

Fallon blew strands of her light brown hair out of her face. She looked at Angel accusingly and cursed, "Damn it! You've just gotten us both killed." Angel half smiled, he knew what he was doing.

The zombies were crowding closer. Fallon started to curse pointlessly. Lilith laughed. She drifted over to them, ending standing on the entrance of an old white marble crypt. She said, "You've lost Angel. It was only a matter of time."

Angel smiled as he presented the glass bottle. He asked, "Have you ever seen a dead body burn?"

Lilith looked stunned. Angel shook the bottle of gas as the zombies approached even closer. He bent down and whispered into Fallon's ear, "Get ready to run." The elfin witch nodded.

Angel asked, "Do you know what a Molotov cocktail is?" Lilith was silent. Angel studied the bottle for a moment before he answered, "It's a very interesting thing. You see they used them in World War II to destroy tanks, and the thing is that any idiot can make one."

He smiled at Lilith's expression of horror. The oldest vampire had picked the wrong vampire to play mind games with because Angel could play them right back. He uncorked the bottle and stuffed a rag in it.

He held the bottle up for Lilith to see it. Her grey eyes widened in horror, which just made Angel smile. He pulled his engraved Zippo from his pocket and ficked it on. He watched the flame for a moment as he whispered, "Really simple." Then he lit the rag.

He tossed it at the zombies. He lifted Fallon with one arm and took off running. The dead bodies caught up in flames like dried timber. Angel set Fallon on the ground as he watched all the zombies burned. He knew that this would work because Lilith would have never suspected it.

Vampires didn't play around with fire, it could mean their death. Well Angel was smarter and better skilled than the average vamp. Fallon's eyes were huge as she murmured, "You crazy son of a bitch, you did it."

Lilith's eyes flashed scarlet as she gazed at Angel. She snarled, "This isn't over yet fledgling, count on it."

Angel stuffed his hands into his pockets and didn't even bother to say any thing. Lilith growled as she dissolved into mist.

Fallon shivered and asked, "Who was that bitch?"

Angel looked down at her and answered, "I'll take care of it."

Fallon shook her head and said, "That wasn't what I asked. What I asked was who was she?"

Angel replied, "I know, and you don't. I'll take care of it. Don't worry about it."

Fallon crossed her arms and cursed, "Damned vampire, you always gotta do stuff alone."

Angel nodded and replied, "You got that right."

Fallon looked at him. There was no way that the witch could understand how right she was. She said, "Well, Cordy and Doyle are waiting to see us." Then she started to walk out of the graveyard.

Angel looked up at the crescent moon. He whispered, "This isn't over by a long shot demoness." As he turned to walk out of the graveyard he gave the embers of the burning corpses one last look. He added, "Not by a long shot."



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