Title: I Am Forever
Author's name: Vanessa
Rating: R! Lots of Gore and violence.
Disclaimer: All of the BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and all them people
Summary: It's on the first page
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Chapter 24
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“Yea Buff. What do we do? Willow mocked, enjoying the sight of the panicking slayer as Thomas and his gang closed in.
“Xander, keep an eye on Willow,” she said, her voice wavering with uncertainty. “I’ll get the rest.”
“Buffy, I don’t like our odds here,” Xander gulped, taking a shaky step closer to his ex best friend, half his focus still remaining on the blonde slayer.
“You could always try to make a run for it,” Willow antagonized, her feet slowly shuffling backwards.
“We’re not moving.” Buffy persisted, her hand already gripped tightly to her battered ribcage.
“You won’t survive,” Willow said bitterly, further antagonizing the stressed out slayer. “You do know this. You’re weak. Still hurt from our last encounter. It was a stupid decision for you to come after me.”
“Shut up,” Buffy growled out, swinging her right hand backwards, her fist connecting squarely with the vampires chin.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she rubbed her face gingerly where the slayer’s fist had just connected. It took all of her will power not to strike out at the injured slayer. Instead, she focused her attention on the small army of vampire’s slowly walking towards them. “Although I had planned on you being my first slayer. I think I’ll have to give up this opportunity. I hope you understand.” She spun around quickly, planning on running to the end of the alley where she could easily scale the large dumpster and hope to the neighboring rooftop.
“Crap, Buff she’s gone,” Xander said as he watch the slick vampire vanish down the alley.
“Forget her,” Buffy said, turning her attention back to Thomas’s gang. “We have more threatening matters.”
Before Willow reached the far wall of the alley where her long forgotten victim sat huddled in the corner, a large demon with a unique skin condition dropped gracefully to the floor from the roof above. “Sorry Red, but there’s only one way you’re leaving this alley … and that’s with me.”
“Oh really?” She growled back, her anger rising at the fact some low life demon was preventing her from escaping this potentially deadly situation. Charging the demon, she let loose with a few left and right hooks, all of which were easily deflected by the creature standing before her.
Taking a step back, she finally took a moment to size up her challenger, taking in his full size and height for the first time. Looking up at her only sensible escape root, she caught sight of four other large flabby demons just like the one standing in front of her.
“Shit,” she growled out in frustration. Throwing one more punch at the saggy skinned demon, then a quick, low kick which threw him off balance, she spun around and took off for the opening of the alley at full speed.
“Damn it,” The Hemlock demon grumbled as he sunk back into the shadows, having lost the only current available opportunity to grab the redhead.
Flying by Xander who was still standing at the threshold of the alleyway with a petrified expression on his face as he watched four snarling vampires start to close in on him, she flung herself at the group of crowding vampires, knocking three of them to the floor in the process.
Finally snapping out of his trance and regaining some semblance of courage and strength, Xander charged at the last standing vampire that was stalking him. Heaving the small hand held axe over head, he swung down hard, lodging the blade of the sharp instrument into the vampires shoulder.
“Oh crap,” Xander whimpered as he desperately tugged at the weapon, the axe failing to un-lodge from the demons hard flesh. Taking a step backwards, he shoved his left hand into his front pocket, searching frantically for a new weapon.
Gripping his hand over the handle of the short axe, the vampire yanked the offending weapon out of his skin with a hiss all the while glaring down the shaking human standing before him who was fiddling with a unidentifiable object in one of his baggy pant pockets. Twirling the weapon around on the tips of his finger, he advanced on the boy, an evil smirk plastered across his face.
“Back, back. Back up!” Xander shouted after he finally brandished the wooden cross from his pocket.
Growling in anger, the demon took a quick step away from the brown haired boy, his top lip curling upwards around his teeth in displeasure. “Stop being such a pansy and fight me like a real man.”
Bobbing his head from side to side, “I think I’m gonna stick with the Holy goodness right here,” he quipped, jiggling the cross at the vampire. “As long as I have this, you can’t touch me.”
Letting out a infuriated growl, the vampire swung his right hand out, the sharpened axe blade slicing through the crucifix like warm butter.
“Oh crap,” Xander shrieked meekly as he stared down at the half missing crucifix. Thinking quickly, he chucked the remaining piece of wood at the vampires face before darting out into the middle of the street.
“Not so fast slick,” laughed Reid as his hand seemed to dart out from nowhere, catching Xander around the back of the neck. Throwing the young boy to the ground, the salivating vampire, followed by Austin and the one wielding the axe slowly sauntered towards their pray. “I just love this part.” Reid said snidely as he licked his overly dried lips, his left hand extending downwards to grab at the fear stricken human.
“Xander!” Buffy yelled out, her eyes widening in fear as she watched her friend get tossed to the floor from where she stood, a horde of seven vampires circling her every move making it impossible for her to help him.
Before he new it, the hand that seemed to be slowly reaching down to no doubt end his young existents engulfed into flames. He scurried backwards on his hands and butt in a stat of panic as the demon let out a high pitch squeal, his whole body now completely immersed in a bright red and orange blaze. Turning his head to the side he caught a glimpse of dirty blonde hair and a arm stretched out tight, palm held flat with fingers spread apart. “Tara,” he let out in a deep sigh, “Thank god.”
“X-Xander. Get up!” Tara ordered as she let out another bolt of flame, this one hitting the ground in front of the axe wielding vamp and Austin’s feet, preventing them from advancing any further on the fallen boy.
The two demons growled out their anger as they shuffled their feet from side to side, the repeated bolts of fire blocking them from advancing on their helpless pray.
Scampering to his feet, Xander darted towards the blonde witch, hiding behind her like a petrified child. “How’d you find us?” He inquired.
“Angel,” she said simply as she removed a stake from a hidden pocket inside the leather jacket she was wearing. “H-he could smell y-your f-fear.”
“For once I am so happy he is a walking creepazoid,” Xander said with a nervous chuckled as he accepted the sharpened stake from the blonde. He scanned the street swarmed with fighting bodies. To his left Willow stood with her game face on, striking violently against three of the four vampires who had her pinned to the floor earlier, a fourth stealthy sneaking up behind her. To his right was Buffy and Angel, fighting vigilantly with eight remaining vampires. To the front of him and Tara still stood the two snarling vampires from before. And standing directly behind them on the opposite sidewalk, about fifteen feet away, stood Thomas, Dino, and another vampire who held a secure grip around a raggedy teenagers throat, all safely out of harms way. “We need to kill these two then help Buffy.”
“What a-about h-her?” Tara asked, indicating to the growling redhead with a slight indication of her own head.
“Forget her,” Xander said briskly as he rushed towards the demon who still held his axe. “Let them kill each other.”
She took one more quick look at the smirking redhead who was using one of her own kind as a shield to protect herself from the onslaught of punches and kicks the others where throwing. Conjuring up another fireball, she held it in her hand as she quickly followed behind Xander, planning on using it as soon as she reached the two monsters.
***
“Darrel, watch the boy. Dino, get the witch!” Thomas barked out, shoving his right hand man into the skirmish after watching the blonde burn another one of his minions. With a sadistic grin. “I’ll get the childe.”
“I don’t think so mate,” came a think heavy British accent seemingly from nowhere, before a set of boney knuckles connected with his right cranial bone.
“William, I was wondering when you would get here,” smirked Thomas as he held his right hand over his eye, a dull ache radiating from his skull. “A fight’s just not the same without you anymore.”
“Right,” Spike drawled out as he took a side step around his blood brother. “And a nights just not the same anymore without kicking your ass.”
“Your sense of humor never seizes to amaze me,” Thomas said dryly as he walked counter clockwise around Spike. Morphing slowly into his demonic visage due to the numerous cuts adorning his face, “But right now I’m not in the mood for humor.”
“Good,” Spike pronounced slowly in a calm and eerie voice, his hands flexing by his sides like an old western gun slinger. As soon as the drawn out word left his mouth, he let loose with a right hook catching the somewhat shorter man across the chin.
The slightly younger vampire stumbled backwards at the brute force of his older brothers punch, not having expected such a hard blow right off the bat. After regaining his balance, he looked into the cold blue eyes of the hundred seventeen year old Brit, his trade mark smirk adorning his symmetrical face. Shaking his head back and forth, he sent blood flying from his mouth, his jagged tooth having tore a hole through his lip upon impact with Spike’s fist.
Spike watched as his cocky sibling shook his head from side to side, small pools of blood flying from his mouth as he did so. His nostrils flaring as the rich aroma of Tom’s latest victims blood assaulted his senses, the heavy sent of AB- causing his nonexistent pulse to race as it splattered against the asphalt.
“Like what you smell?” Thomas chuckled as he whipped the back of his hand over his lips, smearing blood across his lower jaw. Egging the older vampire on, he continued to toy with the blood that was steadily dripping from the side of his mouth, wiping it gingerly in haphazard patterns over his bare torso. “He’s right there if you care to take a taste.” He motioned with his hand, a half arched gesture to the young boy held firmly in Darrel’s grip.
Against his better judgment, Spike peeked a glance at the boy being held against his will on the sidewalk. The whole five seconds it took for him to cast his gaze to the side to get a clear view of the teenager was more then enough time for Thomas to gain the upper hand. Rushing forward, Thomas speared the leather clad demon in the chest, effectively driving them both to the ground.
The two landed on the asphalt with a bone sickening crack, Spike’s head bouncing three times off of the semi gravely blacktop as if it was a basketball. Growling in outrage at having being outwitted by his younger counterpart, the platinum blonde haired vampire tried to push the brunette off of him but had little success.
“I’m not as weak as I use to be William,” Thomas growled out as he punched straight down into Spike’s nose with his left hand. “I’ve had ninety-seven years to perfect my fighting abilities. And Master Shantou has seen to it that all of his favorite children get special training,” smiled Tom as he once again punched Spike in the nose, this time snapping the bone, blood squirting out rapidly.
“You know the Master told me to kill you,” Thomas said with a satisfied grin as he punched his older brother in the face for the third time. “All he wants is the girl … he couldn’t care about you anymore.”
“You really think you can kill me?” Spike gurgled out around a mouthful of blood, as he looked up into Thomas’s beady yellow eyes. “You don’t have it in you,” he smirked as he shifted his position on the ground, his smile growing wider. “Never did.” With that he placed both of his hands against Thomas’s bare chest, pushing upwards and to the side with all his might, sending the promiscuous vampire rolling sideways.
Swiftly kicking his legs up so that his knees where almost touching his chest and his hands where placed behind his ears, Spike flipped himself back into a standing position. Just as he regained his footing, Thomas started to pick himself up off of the floor as well. “If you did, you would have killed me years ago!” Barked out Spike as he flung his right foot forwards, the steel toed boot connecting squarely with Thomas’s sternum.
The man on the floor flipped over twice before coming to lay perfectly still on his back, his eyes gazing up absently into the nights sky. “You’re nothing but an insect Thomas,” Spike harrumphed as he stomped his boot down onto Thomas unshielded stomach. Briefly looking around, he took in the sight of the three separate groups fighting before redirecting his attention back onto the light haired brunette.
Removing his foot from off of Thomas’s bare chest, he kicked the younger vampire in the face with a blatant shot as he continued to belittled the fallen demon. “Do you really think you would have made it this far if it wasn’t for me all those years ago?” Spike asked as he hovered over Thomas’s bruising body. Lifting his boot up, he held it steadily over Thomas’s slightly bleeding face, preparing to strike his foot down over and over again onto Tom’s face and stomach. With his tongue pressed tightly against his teeth, hot air flowed unnecessarily from Spike’s throat and into the semi cold night sky.
As his boot was about to strike down onto Thomas’s face once more, the younger demons hands snapped straight out, clasping tightly around Spike’s leather clad foot. Shoving upwards, he pushed Spike off balanced sending the platinum blonde vampire spiraling backwards onto his posterior.
***
“Buffy!” Angel shouted out as he watched the blonde crumple to the floor after a powerful right hook from one of the remaining vampires she was facing. The man that knocked her down now hovering over her prone body with a sardonic look on his face, his foot positioned behind him ready to kick her battered frame.
Growling in anger he uppercut the vampire standing in front of him, sending the newly turned demon flying a substantial distance backwards. Spinning around, he swiftly removed a stake that was hidden inside his blazer and sunk it deep within the closes standing vampire, not waiting for the monster to turn to dust before moving on to his next victim, dusting him as effortlessly as well.
“Back it up pretty boy,” snarled a moderately large vampire with a rather unique taste in fashion as he halted Angels progression towards the slayer. The sides of his head were shaved while the top was gelled up into a Mohawk that was dyed purple. The right half of his face was covered in a black tribal tattoo while his left side was adorned with various piercings. “Where’d you think you’re going big fella?” He barked out as his ring clad hand connected squarely with the much older vampires right cheek bone, sending the taller man stumbling backwards a few steps
“To my girl,” Angel growled out as he took a step forward, punching the punk rock vampire in the stomach with the hand that was tightly clenched into a fist around the stake. As the demon bent over at the waist from the impact of the punch, Angel took that opportunity to use his right hand to rip the eyebrow ring out of the punks brow. As soon as the demon jerked upwards in pain Angel placed both hands in a diamond position in the center of the howling vampires chest, pushing him away.
Once there was enough room for him to move around the punk demon, Angel bolted to the Slayer’s side, tackling the vampire that was brutally kicking her in the torso. As they clashed to the ground Angel head butted the much smaller fiend in the hopes of rendering him incapacitated while he scrapped his hands out from under the slender body, plunging the now dull stake deep within the walking corpse.
Just as he was about to lift the nearly unconscious slayer off of the ground, the gothic vampire, his face now gushing with blood from where the piercing was ripped out of his brow, speared the more experienced vampire in the chest. Somersaulting backwards, the two demons landed in a heap on top of each other, fist and elbows being thrown haphazardly as they tried to connect their hits with any unexposed flesh.
The two fought for what felt like an hour before Angel was able to scamper away on his hands and stomach, briskly scurrying towards the stake that scattered a few feet away when he was tackled by his opponent. As soon as his fingertips touched the rough exterior of the stake he was yanked backwards at the ankle by his adversary. Flipping over, he kicked the demon with the abnormal body modifications in the face successfully knocking him off balance before turning back around for the stake.
Swinging back around, Angel pulled the stake up just in time to impale the Mohawked vampire as he lunged forward, the serrated piece of wood sinking deep into the vampires un-beating heart. Wiping at his chest, the brooding vampire brushed away the now permanently dead vampire before hoping to his feet.
“Buffy,” He said gently, as he took two quick steps to the blondes side. Brushing the hair off of the Slayers face he examined the numerous cuts and bruises before gently scooping her up off the pavement.
“Angel,” Buffy said weekly, her eyes rolling upwards as she pronounced his name. “We have … to save … Xander.”
“I’ll get him,” Angel promised as he made his way towards the two fighting teenagers, the slayer cradled carefully in his arms.
***
The words ‘get the witch’ reverberated in the back of her mind as she fought desperately against the four slightly more advanced vampires. If anyone was going to ‘get’ the witch it would be her. With a renown set of strength she pushed upwards, knocking two of the vampires to the grown. With a boisterous laugh she lashed out with both of her hands at the nearest vampire, digging her sharpened nails deep into his throat until flesh started to tare away from muscle and nerves. With one final tug, she completely ripped out the vampires throat, crumpling the demon to the ground in a heap of blood and then dust.
Snapping her head slightly to the right, her vibrant golden eyes beaming harshly into those of the dull yellow ones of the remaining standing vampires. Letting out a slow emotionless growl, “You’re next,” she proclaimed before advancing on him, her brows furrowed downwards in pure unadulterated hatred.
Quickly advancing on the bald vampire, Willow grabbed the sleazy demon by the center of his overly stained grey shirt. She punched him directly in the center of his face, watching as her arm and his head snapped backwards with the force of the punch. Using her arm that was already hyper extended, she yanked it back forward, his head flinging towards her like a whip, giving her the perfect opportunity to repeatedly punch him over again.
On the forth punch to the vampires now flatten nose, she released her tight grip on his greasy shirt, letting him take a few steps backwards before leveling a round house kick to his temple, watching with pure satisfaction as he tumbled straight to the asphalt. Swiftly twirling around, her right knee coming resting on the ground as her left swept across the smooth pavement she became eye level to groin with one of the vampires who just picked himself up off of the ground.
Smirking to herself, she let loose with a right jab, catching the male vampire in his family jewels with her boney knuckles. She watched as his eyes slightly bugged out and his Adams apple wiggled up and down in quick jerks before he slowly dropped down to his own knees. Once on his knees, his hands clasped firmly around his throbbing dick, she gripped her right hand around his meaty neck, slamming his head backwards into the blacktop, cracking his skull open on the cement and rendering him immobile for the time being.
As blood rushed from the open wound at the back of his cranium, the sent of copper wafted upwards, attracting the last conscious vampire who was now standing on shaky legs. “Your bloods gonna be running red next sweetheart,” he said in a thick southern accent, the steel under his faded grey cowboy boots clapping awkwardly on the cement street as he began slinking in the redheads direction, his brown handle bar mustache curdle upwards in what was suppose to be a menacing snarl.
Giving him what she considered to be her own intimidating snarl, she waited perched on her right knee until the burly Texan was only a few feet away. “Bring it,” she said in a deep throaty growl, her top lip vibrating like those of a pissed off Rottweiler while guarding its territory. Although her head was downcast, she kept her eyes glued onto the man approaching her, instantly catching the small movement his left hand made as it brushed up against his hip, a small metal object hidden in the inside of his palm.
Once he was in arms distance of the redhead, he flicked his left hand out, his palm snapping upwards along with a royal blue butterfly knife that flapped open across his knuckled. As the device flipped open, his four fingers bent inwards to keep the ‘safe handle’ in place as the ‘bite handle’ rotated around his thumb before coming to latch together with its counterpart in the middle of his palm.
“This is just to easy,” chuckled the robust Texan as he pointed the short blade down at the kneeling vampires face. Thrusting the tip of the blade towards the redheads throat, he watched with genuine horror as the seemingly meek female vampire flung her head backwards, dodging the cool steal metal blade with ease.
“My turn,” Willow said dangerously, her eyes finally rising to meet his. Quickly, her left hand came up to grasp tightly around the larger vampires weapon wielding wrist. Twisting the wrist in her hand counter clockwise, she didn’t stop rotating until she heard bones crack and the metal weapon release from his meaty grasp. With a devilish snicker she jammed her right hand, palm opened, upwards, effectively snapping the demons elbow in its opposite bending direction.
“Ahh,” the Texan screamed in agony as he looked down at the Ulna bone that was protruding from his skin. “You little bitch!”
Putting pressure on the arm that she just broke multiple times, the redhead used the feeble appendage to help lift her slender frame from off of the floor, effectively snapping the weakened radius bone in the process. “Not so easy anymore huh?” Willow teased as she hovered over the vampire who was slowly sinking to one knee in pain, her left hand still holding tight onto his mangled arm.
Walking slowly around the much larger demon, Willow twisted the injured arm backwards, twisting the shoulder nearly out of its socket. Once she was directly behind the practically crying vampire, his bulky frame now almost completely lowered to the floor, she hefted her right foot onto the center of his back. Placing more then half of her weight onto that one foot, she waited a few seconds, torturing the demon as the tendons in his arm extended further before giving him a firm kick, propelling his body forward into the tarmac while completely tearing his left arm clean from his body.
Bending down, she retrieved the knife that was laying next to the wounded demons body. In her crouched position she examined the shiny royal blue handle for a second or two before looking at the disfigured arm still clutched in her hand. “I can end all your suffering if you want.” She said in a nonchalant tone, her head cooked to the side.
“Go to hell,” the demon growled, his right hand clenched tight around his profusely bleeding nub.
Letting out a short laugh and a smile that was no where close to reaching her eyes, “Not for a long time.” She swung the handle of the knife around in her palm before letting the weapon fly loose from her grip.
***
Dino launched off the sidewalk with a shove from his boss in the direction of the brunette and the dirty haired blonde. His face transforming from that of its normal stoic stature to that of its hideous demonic form. He carefully stalked around the fighting witch, careful not to get into her line of sight and set off what he considered to be her spirit fingers.
He watched her for a short while, sizing her up and looking for a perfect time to strike. He waited until she casted another fireball, knowing from those precious few minutes he spent watching her that it took her a few minutes to recuperate after each spell. With a mischievous grin, he glided across the street in the direction of the witch, his eye’s trained on the back of her throat.
His golden eyes burned bright as he was within a foot of her, his meaty hands coming up to wrap around her mouth and midsection. As he gripped the witch tight around her stomach and mouth he yanked back sharply, pulling her a significant distance away from her demon fighting friend. Once he was sure he had a firm grip on the struggling witch in his hands, he cranked his mouth open wide, his top teeth extending farther as he brought his face dangerously close to her succulent neck.
Panic stricken, Tara screamed in terror against the hand that was tightly clamped down against her mouth. Wiggling frantically, she kicked her legs hysterically as they swung a good half a foot off the ground, hoping against all odds that she might catch the demon in the shin with the heel of her shoes. As ice cold air tickled the back of her neck, most likely emanating from the demons decrepit throat, the blondes eyes grew wide and her heart skipped a beat as it started pounding even faster then it currently had been.
Just as she felt the razor sharp teeth of the unknown vampire graze across her porcelain skin, the head nestled close to hers jerked backwards violently, his grasp on her body squeezing tighter for just a second before letting go completely.
Shaking loose from the vampires grip, Tara took two steps away from the demon before turning around, staring at the immobilized demon. There stood the stout demon, his golden eyes glazed over and his mouth still hanging open, a small silver object just barely exiting the opening of his lips. Raising her right hand, she was in the process of conjuring up another fireball when a silky smooth voice from behind the immobilized vamp interrupted her spell.
“Now there’s no need to kill the lad. He’s already in a great deal of pain and he won‘t be moving for quite a while.” Smirked the redhead as she sleekly walked towards the blonde, the Texans dismantled arm dragging on the ground from her own left hand, a trail of blood following in her wake. “Here, lets just make sure he really is down for the count.” Lifting her hand up she gripped the handle of the butter fly knife protruding from the nape of the demons neck, twisting the blade clockwise so that it would rip ligaments and muscles away from the second and third vertebrae before yanking it out of the ashen colored flesh.
Bring the blood covered knife up to her lips, she let her tongue slink out of her mouth, licking the assailants blood clean off of one side of the dagger. “Tasty,” she said with a purr before suddenly flinging the dangerous weapon straight at the blonde.
“Guh,” Tara shrieked as the bloody knife flew right by hear head, the whooshing sound it made as it spun head over end reverberating in her eardrum. Both of her hands instantly flung up to her face to check for any significant damage. When none was forth coming she spun around on her heels to look behind her to see where the redhead had aimed. There, laying on the floor a few feet away was a lanky vampire, his bicep hooked under Xander’s throat having recently been chocking the young brunette, the blue handle of the knife jutting out through the demons right eye socket.
“You,” Tara said as she looked back and forth between Xander, who was panting ferociously on the floor, and the vampire who was staring at her oddly. “You saved Xander.”
“You’re wearing my coat,” Willow said nonchalantly as she glided towards the blonde, the Texans limb still held firmly in her grasp.
“Uh,” Tara faltered as she looked down at the leather jacket then back at the redhead who was nearly covered from head to toe in blood as she slowly walked towards her. Taking a step back from the redhead who was tracing patterns through the blood on her torso, Tara slowly raised her right hand so as not to cause alarm. Whispering softly she started to conger another fireball.
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