Lost Lovers (20/20)
They hade done it. They had destroyed the Circle of the Black Thorn.
Most had survived. That in self was a marvel. Some, like Gunn and Kennedy, were more wounded than others. Others, like Lorne, Xander and Wes, were gone completely.
The remaining ones looked proud, resigned to their fate. It was strange how such weak creatures could have such strength, Illyria thought ruefully. But were they strong enough to meet what laid ahead of them now?
The demon stared at the approaching army. Yes, the Wolf, the Ram and Hart would have their revenge.
Illyria gazed over at his fellow warriors. Angel, Buffy, Connor, Willow, Dawn and Fred had survived thus far, and the god king had an unnatural desire not to see them die. It was the shell that was affecting him so.
Perhaps it would be a blessing to be vanquished this night before Spike’s feelings could infect him any further. But yet he couldn’t leave. He had nowhere to go. His place was with these brave warriors. With Fred. And what greater way to rejoin them to fall in battle?
Illyria looked to the vampire and saw him smiling.
“What now, half-breed?”
“We fight.”
“That’s not much of a plan,” gasped Gunn. “How ‘bout giving us the specifics?”
“Well, I was thinking I kind’a like to slay the dragon. Let‘s go to work.”
And the sword fell.
TBC-
END NOTES: There will be a prequel - as well as a sequel to this story, as soon as I have the time and effort to actually write them. Can’t very much leave thing like this now can I? Without letting the true faith of our heroes be known…
- aerin