A nightmare called The Apocalypse

[quietkindocrazy]

This wasn’t happening... none of this was real. That’s what I kept telling myself. It’s what I wanted to believe so desperately. It almost felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, one much worse than the one Pylea had ever been. Pylea was just a distant dream compared to this hellish dream-like place. But it was all real; everything that had

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[shanshu_angel]

Gasping, gargling, feeling worse probably then I’ve ever felt before, I felt the stake smash into my neck. The irony wasn’t lost on me in the brief moments before fear came to me that not only was I being impaled by my own stake, but I was being stabbed through the neck; the neck, where I had bitten so many before.

The Beast’s rocky grip was so intense and so strong that I couldn’t move, but for the seconds that he held me before he sent me airborne, I didn’t feel anything…anything but the cold. The blood, my blood, I could smell clear as day leaving my body and the only thing that remained for me right now was the fear.

I didn’t fear for my own life. I’d never wanted to die, but being a champion meant self-sacrifice and I had come to terms to that long ago, even before coming to Sunnydale. I didn’t fear for my own death. As I went airborne, I feared for the lives of Wesley and Fred because they stood no chance against him if I didn’t.

The glass shattered around me and the feeling of cold intensified as I knew I was in the air, tumbling towards the Earth. This wasn’t going to kill me and not even the blood loss was, but I would be dead if anything happened to Fred and Wesley after what had already happened to Gunn. I would be dead inside, with only Connor and Cordy, one who didn’t like me at all and the other who thought that I had been a baby-killer in the past suddenly, left on our team…left in our family.

When I splattered into the pavement, I was surprised at how I went from having thoughts, to seeing nothing…nothing but total blackness.

[pryce_less]

The Beast had tossed Angel out of the window, which came immediately after he had stabbed him in the throat with the stake. Holding the Machine gun with Angel now out of the way, I wanted to not only kill this abnormal, grotesque freak or rock, but I wanted to make him suffer while I did so.

I knew that Angel wouldn’t die from his injuries, though the blood loss that was likely would make him extraordinarily weak and with this wretched monster about, it was the last thing that we needed. But, I still recognized that with Jenoff taking Gunn’s soul and killing him and now with the Beast attempting to kill Angel, rather weakly, yet still attempting and assuredly now that Angel was gone; looking to kill us…that I wasn’t about to let something, regardless of how powerful that he was, divide our family again. I had just come back to Angel investigations and was trying to rebuild while dealing with guilt over Lilah and the combination made me as ornery as a rattlesnake.

I was about to squeeze off an entire magazine of rounds, when Fred ran towards the beast, just after Angel went flying out of the window. Suddenly, I couldn’t shoot the Beast anymore and not only because I had to protect her from the Beast, but also because she would likely be cut down by the ricocheting bullets.

I grabbed her before she could get closer, as the Beast turned his attention fully on us. There was no purpose to stay here and attempt to shoot this abhorrent thing and there was certainly no other method for us to hurt it. We had to regroup, get Angel back and get out of here safely. Muscling Fred more then I wanted to, but realizing that it was in my hands to see that we did everything as intelligently as possible with Angel having been thrown out of the window, I pulled her back from where we had entered and squeezed off several rounds. They hit the Beast, but didn’t hurt them.

Oddly, he did not take a step in our direction, which was more then satisfactory with me at the moment as Fred and I charged down the stairs.

[quietkindocrazy]

When Angel flew out that window, I could only think the worse. I had wanted to go after him, and out of instinct I ran in the direction that the Beast had tossed Angel. Yeah, it had been a bad idea, since the Beast was directly in front of me, but before I could think about all the repercussions my moment of stupidity would have, Wesley grabbed me and fired at the Beast once more.

Before I knew it, we were running down a flight of stairs, towards the ground floor. We ran as quickly as we could, our eyes searching for our friend who lay on the floor out cold.

I ran to him, and kneeled down, "Angel..." I called out softly.

Charles was gone, and I would be damned if I let Angel go too...

But there was so much blood. So much blood everywhere. I had never seen Angel so hurt before. My mind briefly wondered if vampires could die from so much blood loss... but I quickly erased those thoughts out of my head.

I let my fingertips touch the side of his face and called out to him again, "Come on Angel, please wake up."

I looked back to Wesley, silently asking him what we should do. What were we gonna do?

Suddenly Angel stirred. My neck snapped back so hard that it almost hurt, but I didn't care about that. All I cared about was my friend. He began to move some more, until he came to rest upon his elbows on the cold, hard floor.

It was then when I saw the extent of his injuries. My eyes went wide, but before I could move to help him, I heard what I could only describe as a volcanic eruption. I looked up at the sky and saw this fiery beam shoot out from the rooftop. As soon as the fire hit the sky it opened something and then like rain drops, fire rained from the darkened skies.