Fallen Angel: Part 5-A Battle Won
by Angelisa
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, although they have been twisted for my own use. I apologize profusely to Joss Whedon for my butchering of his creation. Buffy The Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the WB Television Network. Wow, that's a mouthful!


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Part Five: A Battle Won

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The wind started to die down, but the sky was still over cast. Angel looked around. Finally he saw him. A man came down the steps. He was a pale milky blue with dark black hair down his back. He was dressed simply, just black jeans and a white shirt and leather jacket, and he had a sword strapped to his back. Angel glanced back at Whistler who just raised an eyebrow.

"Now see," Whistler said, "I could look like that too if I really wanted to, but where is the fun?"

Angel shook his head and turned his attention back to the broad shouldered demon. The demon had reached the ground of the courtyard and just stood there for a moment.

"Whistler," the demon said in a very normal sounding voice. "Been a long time Brother. I remember when your name was--"

"Ah, we don't have to go into old times do we? Bromok, you're looking well."

"You're lucky I'm not here for you Whistler, but when I'm done with this angel I'll deal with you."

"He ain't an angel, his name is Angel."

The demon shrugged.

"Whatever."

Bromok drew his sword. It gleamed in the shadowy light.

"This is going to be fun." Bromok said. "I get to torture you for my mistress and eat your soul for myself. And there is nothing you can do about it."

Angel looked at the sword. Then back at Whistler.

"He has a point," Angel said. "I don't have a weapon."

"Sword can't kill you."

"Unless it cuts off my head."

"Oh, yeah, right. Well, watch your head then"

Bromok charged at Angel, brandishing the sword and swinging it at Angel. Angel sidestepped, but a little late. The sword cut into his shoulder, slicing a long line. Angel cried out in pain. He darted away holding his shoulder.

"Aw, this is disappointing," Bromok said. "I was promised a good fight."

Angel realized that he needed to get the sword away from the demon. That was the only way he'd have a chance. That meant he had to be willing to get hurt. Angel took a breath then charged Bromok. The sword came down and Angel caught it between his hands. As he tried to wrestle it away, the blade began to bite into his skin. Angel tried to ignore it. Bromok continued to bring the sword down, trying to over power Angel. Angel got as good a grip on the blade as he could, then kneed Bromok in the stomach. With the air knocked out of him, the demon loosened his grip on the sword. Angel managed to wrench it away, but his own grip wasn't so good. The sword flew out of his hands and fell on the ground. Angel kicked Bromok's legs out from under him and went for the sword. As he was about to get the sword, Bromok grabbed him on the shoulders. Angel cried out in pain. Bromok threw Angel against a wall of the school then grabbed him at the shoulders again, leaning forward. For the first time, Angel noticed a yellow orb hanging around the demon's neck. It began to glow. A sharp pain hit Angel in the chest. It was a familiar pain.

"Angel," Whistler shouted. "You got to know this. A soul can be focused if ya think about it as being chi. I know you know about chi. Use it, it's your power, your essence."

"Look at me Angel, I'm the one you should be paying attention to," Bromok said.

Angel looked at the orb again. He wasn't sure he understood it, but if it was the only chance. He couldn't afford to lose his soul again. Angel narrowed his eyes and focused. He muttered a prayer that this would work, and then muttered another one that he was even worthy of the help.

"You like to eat souls so much?" Angel managed to gasp out. "How about I shove mine down your throat?"

Angel watched as the orb glowed brighter. He pushed. He wasn't sure he could ever explain what was going on, but it seemed to be working. Suddenly, the orb flared brightly and seemed to explode. Bromok was thrown off of Angel and Angel found himself on the ground. He looked around for the sword.

"Damn you!" Bromok was screaming. "Ah! The pain! Damn you to hell!"

Angel found the sword. He picked it up and stood over Bromok who was kneeling on the ground hunched over himself.

"You're too late to damn me," Angel said.

He brought the sword down smoothly and cut Bromok's head off. A sticky blue fluid seeped out of the wound much like blood, but the smell was pure death. Angel felt the world spin and then he was on his knees trying not to be sick.

"Here," Whistler said handing Angel some bandages. "Put this on ‘til you heal. You did good."

Angel couldn't speak. His head was throbbing. The wind picked up again, more violent. A voice boomed out of nowhere.

"You think you've won? It's only beginning Angel, and when it's over you'll be mine again!"


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