Life (or Unlife) Goes On

Title: Life (or Unlife) Goes On
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Summary: After Angel Season 5 What happens next in the lives of our fav characters
Disclaimer: They are not mine nor ever will be (sob). They belong to Joss et al. Please don't sue, I'm dirt poor
Distrubution: Ask and you will recieve
Rating: PG This Chap NC17 Later
Pairing: Angel/Spike eventually S/A/X
A/N: This is my first fic. So any criticism welcome. Hope you enjoy

Chapter One
Mystery Girls POV

Pain, seared through my body like a hundred hot pokers. That was the only thing I was aware of for a very long time. Then there was laughter, cruel female laughter. It sounded familiar, like I knew that I had heard it before but I didn’t know when. After a long time, I become aware of lying face down on something cold and hard. Through the pain, I notice that my arms and legs are cramped. Moving my left arm tugs at the other wrist and ankles. Hearing a chinking I realise that I’m trussed up like a chicken. I cast my mind back to try and work out how I happened to be tied up on a … Suddenly I realise that I don’t know where I am. Opening my eyes I watch as the blurs of colours and shapes spin around. The blur slowly comes into focus as the spinning slows and finally stops. I’m staring at a concrete slab. I slowly lift up my aching head and come face to face with another concrete slab. There are markings on it but I can’t tell what they are because the slab is about five centimetres from my face. The pains unbearable, I think I’m going to pass out but I’m so confused, I don’t know how I ended up like this.

‘Oh my gosh … Steve get over here.’ The yell pierces through the pain.

‘Lady can you here me? Zoe help me with these clasps.’ I feel someone undo the chains as I struggle to turn over.

‘Here, its okay I’ll help you.’ A man, he sounds nice. Slowly I manoeuvre onto my back and hear a women gasp. I must look terrible. Looking up at the stars, for the first time since awakening I don’t feel confused. Its night; there are no lights around yet I can see perfectly. A young couple stand in front of me and we are all in the middle of a graveyard.

‘It’s okay there is an ambulance on the way, it will be okay,’ the women hysterically speaks. Gosh, I must be a mess to effect them this much. I slowly nod not knowing what to say or even if I can talk. Looking around I suddenly realise why this young couple are in a graveyard in the middle of the night. The women is scantily clad but is wearing his leather jacket. I can smell the alcohol on both of them and also slightly hidden the musky scent of their joint arousal.

‘So what’s your name?’ The guy asks standing there in a tight black tee and are those leather pants? Hang on a minute what is my name? I feel a wave of panic wash over me; I have no idea what my name is.

“I don’t know.’ I venture in a small voice relieved that I can at least form words and talk. Steve sits down next to me on the concrete slab which is actually a grave.

‘Don’t worry I’m sure there is someone out there trying to find you and they’ll catch the culprits soon enough.’ He rests his hand on my knee while turning to smile at me. He unintentionally bears his neck and my eyes are instantly drawn to it. What a lovely long neck. Before I fully comprehend what’s happening my teeth are sinking into his neck. Zoe runs away screaming but I don’t care. The sensation of the rich blood flowing over my tongue and down my throat is amazing. It tastes so good. I can taste all of his emotions in his blood. It’s tangy and coopery and so much better than chocolate or mum’s home made Spag Bol. I want more, I need more. What am I doing? I can hear his heart beat slow down and stop. I pull away from the neck and force myself to look at the limp body lying against me. I start to shake and can’t tear my eyes away from this gruesome sight. I’ve just killed a person by drinking their blood! What on earth have I done? I’m some kind of freak. I can hear sirens in the distance getting closer so I flee half running half limping in the opposite direction.

Spike’s POV

One of the demon horde attacks but I rip the sword out of the demons arms and skewers him on it. I sidestep another and my newly acquired sword clashes with a third demons sword. A quick look around at the others, shows that bloody Angel is attacking that dragon thing proving that he always has to go for the extravagant, its not like we aren’t overrun without the dragon. Illyria is battling five demons at once I just hope that she’s healed completely after the Hamilton incident, we are going to need her. Gunn... shit on the ground about to get a sword through the heart. I swing the sword and chop off the demons head plus another one who was in the way. One advantage of having a thousand demons in an alley is that they are squished in so tight, all trying to get to the front that every swing will hit something.

‘Up you get mate,’ I say helping Gunn to his feet and showing a kindness rarely displayed by me, I can’t help it I have a soft spot for the street fighter. ‘We could still do with your help,’ I say to cover up my feelings. Gunn gives a weak smile and turns back to the fight. I stab, slash and bite my way through quite a few demons but more just keep coming. Now a hundred to one are the odds I usually love, nothing but fists and fangs with my back up against the wall, well the demon likes it but a thousand to four especially when one of the four is a half dead human and two are vampires who only have a little time before the sun shows its face, those odds are a little steep. My back bumps against the fence and I am painfully aware that we can’t escape over it, if we turn around we will be killed. Angel is back on my left in vamp face as am I, we both know that it is only a matter of time before the demons will have the upper hand, we are both rapidly tiring but you know what, I don’t want to be anywhere else. After one hundred years I am back where I should be, fighting by my Sire’s side. Gunn is slumped against the fence but still fighting and Illyria’s trying to protect the both of them. I look out onto the sea of demons in front of us. Pity sunlight doesn’t kill them.

‘What we need is a flame thrower,’ I pronounce to the world at large. Angel gives me a trademark look but all I notice is how tired he is.

‘Catch then,’ a familiar voice pronounces from the heavens, I look up just in time to catch a …

‘ A flame thrower, I’m holding a bloody flamethrower’. The others look at me in amazement. The demons have stopped fighting and seem to be watching something behind us.

‘What does William the Bloody need an instruction manual as well,’ a cheeky voice asks. Suddenly a couple of shapes drop down from the fence. Faith, Kennedy and a couple of other Slayers, there are more on the fence.

‘Look I’d love to sit and catch up but there's slaying to be done so we’ll talk later,’ Faith, straight to the point. Angel and I turn round and working together start the flamethrower. The demons that aren’t instantly roasted start fighting each other to get out of the way. Faith suddenly grabs the flamethrower as well.

‘Look our orders are to get you guys back over the fence and then stop them following while most of the slayage happens from the other side’.

‘Right well I’ll help Spike while you guys get Illyria and Gunn out,’ Angel as usual takes command. I don’t have a problem with his logic though Illyria and Gunn are both in bad shape. Illyria hasn’t fully recovered from Hamilton’s bashing. Fighting through the wave of tiredness, we swing the flamethrower through the alley greeting any demon with death and destruction. I still love the carnage and can feel through Angel's hands touching on the flamethrower that he obviously loves it too.

‘Okay your turn,’ a slayer takes the flamethrower and we turn around and struggle up the fence. Angel stumbles down the other side and I end up falling on top of him.

‘Not the dignified exit we were looking for, ha?’ I ask and Angel just smiles, he is way too tired to answer and I’m too tired to react how I usually do to one of my Sire’s rare genuine smiles.

‘Do you two need a guide to get in the Hyperion?’ asks Faith from her perch on the fence where she is shooting arrows into demons.

‘What about them?’ asks Angel nodding towards the hordes on the other side of the fence.

‘It’s cool. We can contain them from this end and you two can’t do any fighting while you look like pin cushions’

‘Pin cushions!’ I start but then I look down. ‘Oh… right … bloody hell.’ Pincushion is a good description for both of us. I turn and stumble after Angel, into the Hyperion.