She could feel the spark. It was angry. Hurting. It wanted to lash out at what had hurt it. That was something that she could understand. It felt good to finally do something that made sense to her. She could feel the power in this shell. She still had vast strength at her disposal. The spark was telling her something... The targets. They had come from the building and entered their vehicle. The headlights went on. Illuminating her body as she stood in front of the car. A smile played on her lips.
She walked in front of the car and slammed both hands down on the hood. Both tires blew out and the engine sputtered and died. Izzy and his three companions poured out of the car.
“What do you think you are doing?” Izzy yells jumping out of the car.
The others jump out and run towards her with fists raised. Illyria smiles.The first one comes near her and hits her in the face. She starts laughing They gather close around her... blows raining down on her over and over. Izzy is standing in front of her his face split into a leer. His horns lowered as if he was going to impale her.
Her diminutive fist shoots out punching through the shell of the being before her. The flesh parting easily she reaches in and takes hold of the spine
and tears it free. Before the two on either side of her can react she has punched through their chests and repeated the process. The last attacker seeing that he was outpowered brought up a small glyph and flashed it before her face.
She shook her head dazedly. The worm must not know what he is truly dealing with. Paltry magicks. They have no effect on one such as I. The small smile came back to her face.
He backed away as fast as he could. There was no explanation for what was happening. The fear glyph that he had used was the highest class of magick. This... thing... just kept coming. It wasn’t afraid. He felt the blow he never saw it coming. The pile of bodies made four. She was done. Leaning down she picks up the spines of her fallen victims and raises them up the the night sky. Proclaiming her victory.
She staggered back. The trophies falling aimlessly to the ground. She put a trembling hand to her temple. The spark. It was screaming. The fear it felt flooded her body urging her to go. She must go now. Hurry to Wesley.
She took off at a dead run.
Wesley knew now. All of the horrible memories had come back when he had smashed that box at Vail’s house. The thing that he had done to Connor and Angel was inexcusable. He had done it with the best intentions but he had failed his friend when he had needed him the most.
There wouldn’t be a repeat of that tonight. Standing outside of Vail’s receiving room he let the servant take his name and waited to be escorted in.
After being led into the room Vail proceed to cut to the chase. No pleasantries or small talk. “Ahhh... Mr. Wyndham-Price I was wondering why you arranged this little meeting... Is there any reason that I shouldn’t kill you?”
“Well, I am doing fine thank you for asking. But as to your question, I believe that you have your doubts about Angel. You are right in having them. How are you supposed to trust him. He unpredictable and has... a conscience.” He said it like it was a dirty word. “I believe that you would be better off with some one who is more qualified for his position. Someone a little bit more agreeable to bending the rules.”
Vail slowly nods and shuffled a little bit closer. “You have a point there... I am listening...” The breathing tubes hooked up to him are hissing obnoxiously. He dials it down a bit and motions for Wesley to continue.
Wesley grinned and opened his hand there on his palm was a glowing swirling ball of power. “It gets better...” He said as he wills the ball at him. Vail crashes against the far wall tubes and machinery falling away from him.
“Your evil influence is over. The Circle will wither and die...” In his hand there is another globe of power.
Vail struggles to raise his arm up off the floor. He senses the power coming from the upstart and gathers the power within himself. With his outstretched arm he commands the power to be his. He laughs as the globe harmlessly transfers itself to his hand and is absorbed. “Now Mr. Wyndham-Price let’s see what a real wizard can do...”
With a flick of his wrist Wesley was suspended spread eagle in the air in front of him. “You actually thought that you could beat me with that pathetic excuse for magicks? In my own domain? How foolish...”
Wesley couldn’t believe that things were going so badly. He should have focused all of his energy in the first shot but he truly never dared to hope that Vail would have had his guard down. There was no way that he was going to fail this time. His father. Angel. Connor. Cordy. Faith. Fred.Each face flashing quickly through his mind. Finally focusing on Fred. He found the energy within himself to resist the magical bond that were holding him enough so that he could bring out his knife.
Vail seeing the struggle laughed as he saw the knife Wesley produced. He leaned over and plucked the offending knife from Wesley’s hand. “You want to play it with knives now, do you?”
He motions to a weapon display that is on the wall and a large dagger goes sailing across the room into his waiting hand. He plunged it into Wesley’s stomach twisting it cruelly.
He felt the burning pain explode in his stomach. The pain forcing his body and mind to another level of survival mode. He calls forth a huge ball of energy that surprises Vail once more as he is blasted against the wall and lies motionless on the floor. The spell broken Wesley crumples to the floor.
The door burst in briefly showing the lifeless body of the servant on the floor. Illyria covered in gore sees Wesley laying on the floor. Blood pooling around him. She rushes to his side.
She see the wound and knows that it is mortal. Why does that bother her? Why the sudden pain flowing through this shell? The spark was raging now. Completely insane. Illyria doesn’t understand this new pain that is assaulting her. No blow has befallen her. No wound was upon her. But the pain was staggering. Confused she looks to the spark to tell her the answer. It hit her then with all the rage and power focused. The spark took over. There was nothing she could do and she felt herself changing becoming more soft and weak.
Wesley looked up. “Fred... Fred is that truly you?” his voice full of wonderment.
She held him tenderly on her lap her hand stroking his face.
“I’ve missed you..”
“I’ve missed you so...Hush... The pain will be gone soon...”
“I love you...”
“I love you too... Oh my love...” she is crying hysterically. There in the arms of his love he died. Deep inside of her she feels an howl of pain answering from Illyria.
She let him go and slowly stood up numb. The pain too deep.
The wizard recovered from the energy blow that Wesley gave him, looked at the frail little human girl standing in front of him. “How touching... I’ll let you take your best shot before I finish you off... like him!”
She turns fury igniting back in her eyes. As she throws her punch she changed back into Illyria once more. One punch that goes straight through Vail’s head like a rotten cantaloupe. He fell to the floor next to Wesley. She kicked him far away from her love.
Still shaking with rage Illyria kneels down to Wesley and scoops him up close to her chest. Cradling him. Tears leaking from her eyes. A soft glow surrounded him centering on his chest. She held him tighter. The glow became brighter and then stopped. Wesley’s head fell to the side and he let out a faint cough. Then sucking in huge lung fulls of air he tried to sit up. He couldn’t break Illyria's hold.
Her eyes blinked twice. A new emotion surged inside of her even more unfamiliar than the one before. Joy. She reached down with her hand and stroked his face. Imitating the movements of the spark. It felt right to do this. It helped her.
“Wesley looked up at her when he regained control over his breathing. “Illyria... Thank you. You can let go now.”
She awkwardly released him from her grasp. “You were dead. How is this happening?”
Wesley was pulling up his shirt to see where the knife wound should have been. “I did die. I just had a charm to help bring me back. Osiris’ charm that I stole from Wolfram and Hart. It seems as if they have a rather extensive collection of white magick items that they call contraband. I just helped myself to a bit of it. Angel and I knew I was out of my league in doing this. This was my fail safe.”
“Illyria I want... to thank you... for trying to save me and for pretending to be Fred earlier...” his reached up and smoothed away the tears that had fallen.
She fought against the spark. It had been desperately trying to come forward again. This was unacceptable. Her will pushed it back down again.
“We must go..”
She helped him rise up and walk out of the house and head for the alley...
‘It figures Angel would give me the babysittin’ job. Off they all went to a major battle and I’m left holding the wet nappie.’ Spike ran a hand through his hair thoroughly frustrated. The cloak he had wrapped himself in smelled fouler that foul and he couldn’t wait to get the thing off and hose himself down.’He knew the Fell Brethren were rank.’ His nose wrinkled and he barely restrained the urge to pinch his nose closed. ‘The only way he could have made me more miserable was for him to give me some jewelry to accessorize. The man has crap taste in amulets... If I were a Fell Brethren where would I put my sacrificial baby? Hmmm....’
He heard a faint wailing down the corridor to the left. Bingo. He walked swiftly down the hall trying not to attract too much notice. He slipped in the room and walked over to the bassinet. Looking down he smiles at the little baby and scoops him up and puts him in a sling that is fastened over his chest. He turns to leave and sees three member of the Brethren who demand that he put the holy vessel down in his crib.
He grins. Throwing off the hated cloak he brings up a sword that he had been concealing ready to fight. With the baby securely in the sling he has both hands free to fight. He lunges at the three and lops off two of there heads before they even react. The third one races for the wall and depresses a button there a low gong reverberates through the mansion.
This might not be so boring after all. Spike grins evilly slowly swinging the sword through the air. He see the throng of demons swarming to him. “The ponce might have been right in sending me here...’
Chop. Stab. Parry. This went on for a while and then he realized that he really wasn’t going to get any sort of fight from these blokes. They were too afraid of by chance hitting the child. Their bodies piled up around him. Several of them more desperate to to stop him actually slashed at his head or aimed for his legs. They followed the rest of their Brethren into death.
‘This was the saddest excuse for a fight that he had ever been in. Truly angry now he slaughtered the few remaining Brethren. They all lined up to die for this bloody baby... He would never understand it.
He looked down into the baby’s face and saw the bluest eye looking back at him the little fist snuggled tight to his cool chest. The warmth from the child spread through him and he lightly touched the downy curls on the top of the child's head. “You safe little one... Your mummy waiting for you.”
After getting the child to his mother Spike headed toward the alley hoping the other would be there waiting for him...
A/N: I know way AU but I get to fix things the way I want them... Please let me know what you think.
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