Giles dodged the demon and run to the shelf. The knife was tied down so he pulled on it but before he could get it off the shelf, the demon reared up and slashed it's claws across his back. He screamed out at the white hot pain, knowing the demon's claws were poisonous and he only had a short amount of time to get the knife, and released Wesley's soul.
Picking himself off the floor, his blood dripping onto the white floor, he flung himself at the shelf again. The demon roared and Giles quickly turned and pushed the weapon through the creature's hearts. It roared out again before falling to the floor. Giles looked at it for a moment as he tried hard to catch his breath. He could feel his body start to warm up from the poison so he quickly pulled the knife down.
With his breath labored, Giles went through the duct again and slowly crawled through it. He felt weak and could feel droplets of blood falling from his nose. The poison was fast-acting and often made a person's blood extremely thin, which made them bleed to death.
Giles got to the end of the vent and fell out, and onto the ground. One of the demon guards had Fred on the ground and he picked up one of the swords and cut it's head off before falling to his knees. He looked at Fred's blurry figure and coughed, his blood filling up with blood. With the knife in his hand, he quietly muttered the spell and the knife started to glow before Wesley's soul broke free and went upward.
Dropping the knife, Giles looked at Fred. "I'm sorry, Fred," he choked out as he reached out to touch her face. She was warm and he shivered, wanting to curl up on her arms. "I should've told you. I'm sorry." His breath rattled in his chest and he continued to touch her. "Thank you for giving me a purpose. Thank you for loving me. Wesley's free now."
Falling back, he hit the pavement hard and he closed his eyes. He then forced them back open and looked at Fred again. And with his last breath, he whispered, "I love you," as his world turned to black and his heart stopped beating.
Fred had been trying to reach for the sword that had been knocked out of her hand when suddenly the weight on top of her went slack and slumped over. Pushing the now headless guard off her, she saw Rupert there with the knife and let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank God," she cried as she scrambled up. "I thought--."
It was then that she noticed the blood on his mouth and dripping from his nose. She stared at him in shock for a moment, not believing what she was seeing until he suddenly fell.
"Rupert!" she cried, dropping down next to him and pulling him into her arms. Oh, God, his back was torn up, and there was blood everywhere! "No, no, no. Rupert, you can't--no, please. I love you too. Don't die. Please, don't die!"
She let out an anguished scream as she felt him go limp in her arms. He couldn't die. He couldn't leave her! She needed him. She had already lost everyone else she cared about.
Suddenly, she heard a noise and saw more guards. Wrapping her arms around Rupert, she spirited them away, appearing in his flat, on the bed where they had first made love. Holding his body close, she sat there, rocking him as she sobbed, praying for Cordy - or someone - to hear her.
Picking himself off the floor, his blood dripping onto the white floor, he flung himself at the shelf again. The demon roared and Giles quickly turned and pushed the weapon through the creature's hearts. It roared out again before falling to the floor. Giles looked at it for a moment as he tried hard to catch his breath. He could feel his body start to warm up from the poison so he quickly pulled the knife down.
With his breath labored, Giles went through the duct again and slowly crawled through it. He felt weak and could feel droplets of blood falling from his nose. The poison was fast-acting and often made a person's blood extremely thin, which made them bleed to death.
Giles got to the end of the vent and fell out, and onto the ground. One of the demon guards had Fred on the ground and he picked up one of the swords and cut it's head off before falling to his knees. He looked at Fred's blurry figure and coughed, his blood filling up with blood. With the knife in his hand, he quietly muttered the spell and the knife started to glow before Wesley's soul broke free and went upward.
Dropping the knife, Giles looked at Fred. "I'm sorry, Fred," he choked out as he reached out to touch her face. She was warm and he shivered, wanting to curl up on her arms. "I should've told you. I'm sorry." His breath rattled in his chest and he continued to touch her. "Thank you for giving me a purpose. Thank you for loving me. Wesley's free now."
Falling back, he hit the pavement hard and he closed his eyes. He then forced them back open and looked at Fred again. And with his last breath, he whispered, "I love you," as his world turned to black and his heart stopped beating.
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"Oh, thank God," she cried as she scrambled up. "I thought--."
It was then that she noticed the blood on his mouth and dripping from his nose. She stared at him in shock for a moment, not believing what she was seeing until he suddenly fell.
"Rupert!" she cried, dropping down next to him and pulling him into her arms. Oh, God, his back was torn up, and there was blood everywhere! "No, no, no. Rupert, you can't--no, please. I love you too. Don't die. Please, don't die!"
She let out an anguished scream as she felt him go limp in her arms. He couldn't die. He couldn't leave her! She needed him. She had already lost everyone else she cared about.
Suddenly, she heard a noise and saw more guards. Wrapping her arms around Rupert, she spirited them away, appearing in his flat, on the bed where they had first made love. Holding his body close, she sat there, rocking him as she sobbed, praying for Cordy - or someone - to hear her.
"Bring him back. Please bring him back."
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