The Coming of Lilith: Part Six
by Elf
Buffy Summers jerked at the thick nylon rope that tied her hands together above her head. It stayed unmoving. Buffy's feet dangled a few inches above the ground. She pulled her body up to try to break the rope with her meager weight and superhuman strength.

Sweat dripped from her brow as she bit her lip in her struggle. She groaned as she let her body rest. Buffy looked down at the zombies and vampires that stood in rows on the floor below her. Their leader, the bitch, Lilith, was not to be seen. , Buffy thought with dread and started to struggle again.

"My dear, that is nylon rope, it can hold 3,000 pounds before it breaks. So it is useless to even try." Lilith stood before her in all of her S&M leather glory, except she had traded the bodice for a lace-up red satin tank top that only covered slightly more than the corset thingie.

"Well, I've gotta try and all," Buffy quipped to the first vampire.

Lilith laughed and took Buffy's face in her hands. Her skin was as cold as ice, as death, it was so cold it burned. Buffy tried to jerk her face away, Lilith's talon like hands and nails bit into her skin. Lilith said, "You have spirt, and guts. You might acualy get away from this alive, if your Angel cooperates."

"He is not *my* Angel," Buffy spat, a note of sorrow creeping into her tone. She jerked at her ropes again, Lilith laughed.

The vamp said, "Ah, forbidden love, what songs and romance novels are written about." Her eyes flashed scarlet, like the Master's, and sneered, "How discussing."

Buffy thought. She sighed and quipped, "If you don't like it, then don't watch."

Lilith squeezed Buffy's face so hard that her claws drew blood. Buffy hissed in pain. Lilith said, "Your Dark Angel will come for you. You see he's a paladin, and he will come for you."

"What the hell is a paladin?" Buffy asked to keep the vamp busy.

Lilith smiled and let go of Buffy's face. Buffy looked away discussed, her blood stained the vamp's silver fingernails. Lilith said, "If he doesn't come in the next ten minutes I might have to kill you."

To make her point, she grabbed Buffy's face again and pulled her close. She sneered, "Slowly."

"If you hurt her you demon witch I'll send you to Hell with my bear hands," a familiar voice called from below. Buffy groaned as Angel stepped from the shadows.

Angel saw Lilith and Buffy up on the second level of the warehouse. He didn't pay any attention to the zombies and vampires who glared at him. All of his anger was focused on Lilith and getting Buffy safely back.

Lilith laughed as she jumped onto a crate high above him, but below the second level. She said, "Give yourself to me and I'll let your Slayer go."

Angel's response was one word, "Never."

Lilith shrugged and sighed. She said, "Well if you can get past my minions and myself to get to your Slayer you and her can go Scott free. If we get you, then you watch your Slayer painfully die."

Angel looked up at Buffy who was struggling furiously against her bonds. Her long blond hair fell in sweaty strands in her huge green eyes. The Slayer was helpless, *Buffy* was in danger. Angel smiled as the zombies approached him.

He had another Molotov cocktail ready. He lit the rag and tossed it at the rotting corpses. The flaming bottle of death exploded, and the corpses lit up like fireworks. The flame spread to some of the wooden crates.

The vampires snarled at him. Angel walked right up to them. One accualy was dumb enough to charge at him. Angel threw his body into the flames. Angel barely acknowledged the fact that it screamed as it burned to ash.

Another five charged at him. He had a broadsword strapped onto his back, he unsheathed it and beheaded them with one stroke. He kept walking. He coldly killed his vampire brethren as he walked up to Lilith, death on his mind.

Lilith smiled as she watched him, Angel kept advancing threw the flames. Another minion charged at him. Without blinking, Angel skewered him with the sword and slung his body into the fire. He was focused on two things: Killing Lilith and getting Buffy back.

Lilith jumped from her perch on the crates and lifted her left hand over her head. She slowly turned it in a small circle, smoke and crackling scarlet energy forming. She sneered, "Well, you got past my minions, let's see how well you do against me."

Angel smiled, just a bit, a cold, empty smile. He spun the broadsword once and held it in a battle position. He whispered, "Bring it on, bitch."

Lilith's face transformed into something hideous and demonic. Her eyes glowed with a hellish light. She was insane. Angel held his ground and readied himself for the Dark Mother's attack. With a primal scream, Lilith shot the dark magic at Angel.

It crackled past his body, not harming him because of the potion. He smiled at Lilith's look of disbelief. He slowly walked toward her. She sent more energy at him. It past through him without even a tingle. He kept coming.

Lilith screamed and held both of her hands up. She shouted incoherently. Good. She was angry and unfocused, so she would be off-balanced, just how Angel liked them. More energy crackled between her palms before she blasted at him.

Angel rolled out of the way. He didn't know how potent that potion was when it came to this sort of thing, so he wasn't going to take any more chances. Lilith caught him off guard and blasted him against the warehouse wall.

She kept advancing, sending more of the deadly power at Angel. He heard Buffy cry out his name. It wasn't hurting him, just rendering him helpless. Pinning him up against the wall as easily as one would pin an insect.

He gritted his teeth and snarled. He felt his face transform. His vison became clearer and more detailed as he glanced through the beam of Lilith's dark power. Her fanged smile was hideous as she approached him.

With a feral growl, Angel managed to snap free and charge at Lilith.

Buffy shouted out to Angel, but he couldn't hear her. He and Lilith were fighting savagely on the first level of the warehouse. She was helpless tied up like this. She screamed as Lilith swiped at Angel with a taloned hand. Angel caught the vamp's wrist and sent her into a wild spin, knocking her into a stack of crates.

Angel was winded. He was slightly stooped as he awaited Lilith's counter. Buffy flipped herself up and locked her ankles around the rope, now hanging upside down. She nudged the rope with her feet to see if she could get the knot loose. The blood was rushing to her head, making her lightheaded and dizzy.

She bit her lip as she worked her feet against the rope. She paused long enough to see Lilith hit Angel with a wicked right-cross. Angel spat out a little blood and wiped his mouth with his hand. He snarled at Lilith and roundhouse kicked that bitch right up side her bitchy head. Buffy gritted her teeth as she began to work furiously on the ropes again.

Angel blocked Lilith's roundhouse combination and spun her to the ground. He was beginning to feel weary and weak. Lilith rushed at him once more. He blocked her left arm, but her right talons scraped against his eyes.

He screamed as he shoved Lilith away. He rubbed at his eyes. It hurt almost unbearably, and besides, it made him blind. He blinked, trying to get his vison back. He healed quickly, but not quickly enough in this case. He heard Lilith's fiendish laughter.

He rolled out of the way, rolling over something cyender and hard. His blurred vision picked up a broken broom handle. Angel smiled as he picked it up. Lilith came at him again. He stabbed her right threw the stomach.

She laughed at him and said, "It's not the heart, Angel."

Angel stood up, lifting Lilith's impaled body up with him. He laughed back at her and said, "Remember, Molotov cocktail."

Her scarlet eyes widened in terror. He rammed her body into the flames. He held the long wooden pole as she caught on fire. With a demonic shriek of pain, terror and anger, Lilith was nothing more than a pile of greyish ash.

He looked up to see Buffy hanging upside down. He ran to her and untied her. She tumbled into his arms. He gently sat her down on the ground, not knowing what to do or say. She looked up at him with her huge eyes.

Then she looked down at the fire and said, "We better get out of here before we're toast."

Doyle watched as Angel and the Slayer walked hand and hand out of the burning warehouse. He ran over to them. They were a little worse for wear. He asked, "Is she dead?"

Angel nodded and looked down at the Slayer. He ignored Doyle and asked, "Are you alright?"

Buffy nodded and asked, a little nervously, "So, what now, I mean, you just killed the first vampire?"

Doyle knew what the girl meant. Angel would be fiercely hunted now because of it. The vampire shrugged and said, "Whatever comes." Then he started to lead her away, saying, "Come on, lets get you home."

The End!


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