At Peace
by: angelgirl81
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to the Great One (Joss Whedon).
40 INT. CYVUS VAIL'S MANSION - NIGHT
Wesley is grunting quietly in pain as he's held in the air by Vail's magic.
VAIL
(circling Wesley, scoffing)
Did you really think you had a shot at this? I can bend the very fabric of reality to my will. Your parlor tricks could never kill me, boy.
(standing in front of Wesley, laughs)
WESLEY
(straining)
Then I'll just... have to do this... the old-fashioned way.
(takes out a switch-blade knife, pops the blade and tries to stab Vail)
VAIL
(stops Wesley from stabbing him)
Yes... I suppose we will.
(summons a large knife from the wall to him and thrusts it into Wes's stomach)
Wesley gasps as Vail turns the knife. Wesley conjures one more large fireball in his palm, and it explodes, the force of it sending Vail across the room into a wall, knocking him out, which releases Wesley from his grip. Wesley falls, but lands on his feet. He stumbles and is about to fall to the ground when Illyria rushes into the room. She catches him in her arms and kneels beside him on the floor.
ILLYRIA
Wesley.
(inspects his wound)
This wound is mortal.
WESLEY
(he touches his wound)
Aren't we all?
(looks at her, smiles)
It was good... that you came.
ILLYRIA
I killed all mine, and I was...
WESLEY
Concerned?
ILLYRIA
I think so. But I can't help. You'll be dead within moments.
WESLEY
I know.
ILLYRIA
Would you like me to lie to you now?
WESLEY
(looks at her weakly)
Yes.
(closes his eyes in a slow, pained blink)
Thank you. Yes.
(opens his eyes to see Fred's face, her hand stroking his cheek)
Hello there.
FRED
(trying to smile through her tears)
Oh, Wesley. My Wesley.
WESLEY
Fred.
(whispering)
I've missed you.
FRED
(kisses his lips twice gently, sniffles, kisses his forehead)
It's gonna be OK. It won't hurt much longer, and then you'll be where I am.
(crying)
We'll be together.
WESLEY
I—I love you.
FRED
(smiles through her tears)
I love you. My love. Oh, my love.
Wesley only stares motionless, lifeless in her arms. She lets him go, gently placing his head on the floor. Illyria as Fred blinks slowly and sighs through gritted teeth before getting to her feet. Vail is conscious and on his feet again, standing behind Illyria.
VAIL
(approaching Illyria)
How very touching his meaningless death was, but this fight was never for mortals.
(groans as Illyria turns to face him angrily, in the form of Fred)
Oh.
(chuckles)
Take your best shot, little girl.
Illyria swings a powerful punch at Vail's head, transforming her shape from Fred to blue Illyria in mid-swing, ultimately shattering Vail's head with the force of her swing.
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