Disclaimer: No, I'm not this evil...evil, but not this evil. Joss owns 'em.
Author's Notes: Okay, this is therapy fic for IWRY, also involving prophecies, apocalypses and whatever odd things pop into my head...but mostly B/A-ness. The parts are all gonna be first person from different people's points of views. Bad things will happen. This is gonna be very angsty, but I promise, it will all work out in the end!
Teaser: The End of Days is coming to Sunnydale...
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Part Ten
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Life is a gift from the Great Powers. They created the world, and they created everything that lives on it. But what lives below, they did not create. There are dimensions that do not have anything to do with the Powers. There are dimensions that can never and will never see the light of the heavens.
And so it is, that what the Powers did not create, will be the downfall of all they did.
—The Bulaik, 376 B.C.
Angel
I told him I’d protect her. I’d keep her safe. That we wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
I wish Doyle would hate me. It’d be easier that way.
"We’ll get her back," I told him, not believing myself even as the words came.
Doyle didn’t even look up. He was drinking again.
"You know, that’s not the way to handle this," I said firmly.
"You have a better one?" he asked.
"We go looking. We try and save her."
"She’s already gone Angel," he said hollowly, and I realized that his glass was still full. He hadn’t been drinking, just pretending he was. "I can feel it."
I felt a chill at the words, at the utter lack of anything is his voice. The brutal honesty.
I wouldn’t let it be true. I would fight. I would stop it.
If Cordelia died, it would be on my hands, and this was blood that would never wash away.
"Come on, we have to look for her. I can go outside at least," I said, bitterness creeping into my voice. The thing that allowed me to walk freely outside was the thing signalling the end of everything I held dear.
No, not everything. I wouldn’t let myself believe that.
"It won’t do any good Angel," Doyle said quietly. "She’s gone man. She’s gone, and the end is coming."
"I never figured you for a quitter," I said, hoping he would get angry and in that anger find some reason to go on. To hope.
He just sat there. "Sometimes there’s no reason to keep going."
I thought about that. I thought about my reasons. There are two really, two things that keep me going. Trying to help, to make amends. And Buffy.
If Buffy was gone, I don’t think the first would motivate me much. But she wasn’t, yet. And I wasn’t going to let her die. I wasn’t going to let any of them die. "Come on," I said again, grabbing his arm and hauling him up. "We’re going to look for her."
He walked along beside me without a fight, but I could tell that it was just his body. It wasn’t really him. He’d left me when we walked into Cordelia’s apartment and she wasn’t there. He just…left.
We went upstairs. Out the door.
The first thing I noticed was that the sky was gone. Completely. It was just black. Not even black…it was the absence of anything. It was dark, it was nothing. It swallowed whatever light came near it, as it had swallowed the sky.
I looked at my watch. The twenty first of December. The Winter Solstice. The day the sky dissapeared.
We walked towards one of Doyle’ friends’ places, to see if he knew anything. Halfway there, they surrounded us. There were ten Mohra demons. And they carried a body.
I thought about crying out and dropping to my knees when they threw her to the ground, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move. There was this sound from Doyle, like a low moan, like something inside him had broken. Something inside me had.
"It’s here," one of them said. "The End of Days is upon us."
And then, as the world exploded into fire, they attacked.
Buffy
Willow woke me up at ten, nearly hyperventilating. Not that I can blame her, seeing as she figured out that the alignment of the stars strongly suggested that the End of Days would be well…that day. I promised I’d get up and come over.
I’d convinced my mother to go away and therefore had the house to myself. Lucky me. All I could think about was that pretty soon the entire thing would be dust, and even if it wasn’t, it didn’t matter cause who wanted a big house to themselves? Pretty much, I was lonely.
So I did an insane thing. I invited Faith to stay with me.
She got this look on her face for a second, like she couldn’t imagine such an amazing thing had happened to her, and then she shrugged and said she’d think about it. She showed up at my house that night and I let her stay in my mom’s room as long as she promised not to break anything. She did. Promise, that is, not break anything.
I got up and knocked on Faith’s door. "Yeah," she called. She was awake and dressed.
"We have problems. Like today being the last day…ever," I said, leaning against the doorframe. She hopped out of bed.
"Give me something to fight."
I glanced outside and realized the sky was completely black. A chill ran up my spine.
"That shouldn’t be a problem."
* * *
We never got to Giles’ house.
They started coming out of the air. They just…appeared. Like something cut the air and they stepped through. Demons. Lots of them. Faith grabbed the first one and I kicked it in the stomach, then in the face, then punched it. Faith cracked it’s neck and we left it, lying there and started to run towards Giles’ house.
"Told you it wouldn’t be a problem," I told her as we ran. She laughed.
"I get to hit the next one."
"Go right ahead," I said, doing a running jump-kick into a big winged thing. It stumbled forward and Faith was on it in a moment, pulling out a knife to plunge into it’s spinal chord. I shuddered when I first saw it, and told myself it was another knife. A knife I gave her. She looked up and met my eyes and I looked away, not wanting to show her the fear still lodged in my heart.
She didn’t have a chance to ask. Another demon descended on us from above. I grabbed one of it’s legs and tried to drag it down so we could fight it, nearly getting myself scratched to death in the process.
"Like this!" a familiar voice yelled. The thing stiffened and fell. I barely got out of the way. Spike was standing on the other side of it, a crossbow in his hand. "Get them in the neck. The spine," he said.
"Well that’d be great, if I had one of those," I replied, trying to hold done fear as another demon appeared out of nowhere. They were everywhere. Down the street I could hear screams. Someone ran by, a demon on it’s heels.
"I got it," Faith said. I nodded and she turned to run after it.
"Where ya headed Slayer?" Spike asked.
"I was thinking Giles’," I replied, exchanging blows with a vampire. He hit me in the stomach and threw me backwards. I rolled with it and came up to face off against a Mohra. Spike had the vampire. I grabbed a stake from my pocket and rammed it as hard as I could into the Mohra’s jewel. It exploded and the thing began to fizzle. "Come on!" I yelled to Spike, beginning to run again. There had to be a way to stop this. There had to be an explanation at least.
I ran straight into some big ugly thing and decided I really didn’t like this plan.
"Bloody hell!" Spike yelled from behind me. I kicked the big ugly thing where it hurts and spun around. Spike’s arm was on fire. I swore under my breath and beat it out.
"What happened?" I demanded.
"Shaggin’ demon breaths fire!" he yelled, gesturing at some demon that had moved on to set a house on fire. "Watch out!"
I ducked as the demon swiped at my head, then came up and hit it. Spike shot his crossbow straight into it—from about a foot away. It went flying backwards and lay there. I looked at the beginning fire, then down the street where there were people running from more demons, then towards Giles’ house. This was not going well. We had to band together. Apparently Angel had found a prophecy saying that only by banding together could we postpone the Apocalypse.
"Come on, we have to get to Giles and Will," I said. We started to run. More of the fire-demons were appearing. Others were crashing into buildings, sending those inside spilling out screaming.
The world was turning to Chaos, and above us the darkness pulsed, nothingness mocking me.
I wanted to stop it. I wanted to save them.
I didn’t know how.
"Buffy!" a voice screamed. I spun around to see Xander and Willow running towards us. I started towards them, as fast as I could. A building crashed down between us, glass shattering, wood flying everywhere. Above it flew ten of the Korika demons, only bigger than the ones I had seen. Everything slowed down. One of them swooped and it’s talons caught Willow’s shoulders, lifting her. Xander yelled and grabbed her legs, holding her. A second demon grabbed Xander, it’s talons raking his chest.
"No!" I screamed, struggling to climb over the rubble of the building. "Xander! Will!" Spike shoved wood out of the way.
"Bloody friggin’ hell!" he yelled. I didn’t have time to swear. I fell between to pieces of wood and screamed inwardly. The demons were lifting them. Willow was screaming. Xander was…his eyes were closed. He was quiet and…
"No!" I screamed again, unable to comprehend that he might be dead, that Willow might be soon, that everything was falling apart, that this was the end of the world. I wanted to scream and scream and keep screaming forever.
The Hellmouth exploded.
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