Title: Manifest Darkness
Episode 04
Authors: Sovereign and Elizafan568
Rating: R - things get dark fast.
Notes: This story starts half way through season five of Angel in the episode "Damage". It goes AU from there with some cannon parts to it.
Summary: Factions for good struggle with each others existence while something darker this way comes.
Feedback: Sovereign - xsovereignx@yahoo.com and
Elizafan - elizfaith568@yahoo.com
**
Fath waved her hand, her long, black rob flowing about. "Alright, its settled then. Amy, work your dark mojo and send Cain down to Georgia and the Lt. here to LA, within a few miles of the Wolfram and Hart offices. And be covert with it, we don't want our presence know yet. That means no massacres...yet." Faith laughed, an evil and maniacal one that she had perfected.
"Yes ma'am, I will depart as soon as Amy is ready. Until then, I'll go make sure all my weapons are prepped...just in case." Cain remarked as he saluted Faith and marched off.
CMO Calendar walked up, none pleased about it, and readied a small packet of pills. The Empress ordered these pills be given to all out going agents. A few anti nausea, a few pain killers, but Jenny knew the only one she cared about was the big blue one. Cyanide concentrated to six times its effectiveness, and its use was simple. Take this if captured. Fail to do so, and you'll wish you had. She offered the small bag to the Lt. in no formal manner, nor with any kindness. Personally, she wish the woman would choke while taking the pill and die really slowly.
Lt Madison took the bag with a wise ass smirk on her face, then trotted off to ready her few things of gear before taking the trip to L.A.
Jenny then began preparing the bag of chemicals for Cain to take with him out of her med kit in case he ran into someone worth questioning. *med kit my ass. More like an assassin's pill store.* She mentally bitched as she filled a couple of empty pills gels with some truth serum. She tried to block it out, but, the truth was so think and dirty around here. If she could just get away for one minute it would be worth a life time. She readied another few pills not entirely sure what use nerve toxin would be in a recon mission, but it was what the Q and A teams always got. *I wish that stupid toaster would just rust and die* she thought.
Faith stood up and stretched a bit, her robe moving enough to show she was wearing very little underneath. "Ya know, that portal jump still gets me all tense and crampy, Griffin..." she said, slipping a dark, sly, sexy smile at him, "mind giving me a hand in the back. You've done some really fine work here and I think it deserves a little reward., a little tension release for both of us." she said, motioning to the back room she knew had been prepared for her and would have to be the best and most private in the place.
Griffin saluted, his excitement showing all over his face and in his movements. "Yes ma'am. Right away ma'am." he blubbered out, following her to the back as everyone, aside from Jenny who was disgusted, maintained a pretense of seeing and hearing nothing.
"Great. Those two rolling around on the floor like a couple of weasels. I'm nauseous already." Jenny said, quickly taking one of her own stomach medications. She waited for nothing really, as she waited for Madison and Cain to return to hand them their bags.
Cain came marching back into the room, standing over Jenny with his hand outstretched. She handed him his kit and he turned and headed over toward Amy, who was already ready and waiting on him, her preparations complete. If it was one spell show could do easily and quickly, it was a teleportation spell. Making her incantation, she sprinkled some dust, ground up bones of a child was more like it, over Cain and in seconds in vanished in a swirl of black mist. Amy noticed Jenny giving her the evil eye and flipped her off. "What are you looking, marshmallow? Jealous of someone who can use real magic."
"Yes of course I am." Jenny bowed her head slightly. The bow was anything but reverent. It was to hide the smirk on her face as Jenny used her white magic skills to grow a pretty little bouquet of roses out of the rather obnoxious headdress/hair beret on top of her head. Sure that the master Black magician hadn't noticed Jenny stayed bowed as Lt Madison came walking up.
Madison just looked at the witch, unsure whether to laugh mock. "You look nice." she said, giving the witch a big pretty smile, with now sentiment but mockery behind it, since she was sure the witch wasn't aware of it.
"Come on, get over here. I got better things I could be doing that waiting to transport you." Amy said with aggravation. She opened her mouth to make a smart remark but Amy quickly said her incantation, spread the dust, and the Lt. was gone without a word. "Sorry, but really didn't feel like hearing one of your smart-assed comments right now. Now let's see if I can find someone to torture. I'm bored." Amy said as she stomped off, turning her nose up as she passed Jenny.
As the black witch left, Jenny watched her with her stupid flora infested hair barrette, and for the first time laughed.
**
The gang stood outside of Fred's room, in the medical wing of Wolfram and Hart. Angel, Lorne, Gunn, and Spike. Faith would be along, they all knew, but she was dealing with a very corporeal bit of her past. The four men walked in circles, sat and generally just moved nervously as the final moments came to one of their own. Each, in his own way, ran the gambit of emotions as they thought of the lively girl from Texas withering away and them, for all their power, unable to do one single thing about it.
Spike had never felt this useless in his entire existence, alive or not quite. Gunn dealt with a secret guilt of having let the box into the building. Lorne felt useless as Spike did, with some mortified feeling thrown in by what he saw just before they ushered her into the emergency room. Angel was half depressed and half enraged, and completely unsure of which one was correct.
And there they sat. Four heroic souls, unable as new born children to help their dying friend.
Spike, seemingly out of nowhere, put his fist through the far wall. Everyone jumped slightly and looked over at him, looks of shock on their faces. "Sorry...just...damn it all the bloody hell." he exclaimed, with drawing his hand and returning to pacing back and forth.
Lorne opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he heard the door to Fred's room open. Wesley walked out, a look that could not named on his face. Everyone turned to him and knew without him speaking that Fred was gone. "She was strong, right to the end...she was strong. Better than any of us." Wesley said, barely a whisper.
Angel read the tone of voice, the equally haunted look, and knew Fred's brave fight was over. He hoped there really was such a place as Heaven. If there was, he knew Fred would find her way there. She deserved it. For now, he just laid a hand on his long time friends shoulder. He wanted to say something, but, what was there to say? Some lame line about how sorry you were? Perhaps come crap from th mouth about how they were all with him. No. Wesley and Fred both deserved better than that. Instead, he just met his friends haggard look, and gave him a nod to know that he would be there for Wesley, no matter what.
Wesley looked up, a glazed over look in his eyes, not really seeing anyone. "You can say your goodbye's, if you want...I just..." Wesley mumbled. He was completely numb and didn't feel like he was really there.
The group exchanged glances and nods, know that now was the last chance they would have. Angel opened the door and lead the way in, everyone else followed, slowly and quietly as it seemed like the longest walk in the world. They spread out around the bed, Fred's lifeless body on the bed, covered over with a white bed sheet.
Angel looked down at the still features of their lost member. Peace seemed to have taken a hold and she looked as though she would get up in a moment and ask something like 'Why ya'll look so sad?' Angel had known death long enough, been on all sides of it, long enough to know that Fred wasn't coming back. He looked up at the others, each running through their minds how Fred had touched their lives, making them just that much better for the time. Finally, Angel found some words that seemed to fit. "She was more than a friend. much more."
"She never gave up on me, on making me corporeal again...she said I was worth saving no matter what and that..." Spike said, his head down, looking at the floor.
Gunn opened his mouth to speak, a look of guilt, seemingly missed by the group, on his face but was stopped when Fred's body started to convulse violently, rocking the bed and causing the group to jump, almost in unison. Fred's body rolled onto the floor, still convulsing. Wesley heard the nosie from outside and rushed in. "What the hell's going?" he exclaimed, looking at Fred convulsing on the floor.
"Get back!" The warning was surprisingly, shouted by Lorne. Whose eyes had picked up the oddest occurrences going on in various places on Fred's face. The others quickly took heed, stepping back, getting on the opposite side of the room form the reanimated body.
"I thought you said she was bloody gone you wanker!" Spike growled at Wesley, who honestly was too stunned out of a massive depression to really even form words. "That is not gone its.."
He never finished, as Fred stood before them, her back to them. A sound of creaking muscles and popping joints quickly coming and going. Her head moved in a gesture of someone stretching a cramped neck. Then, with a startling quickness, she turned around to face them, and they were shown the truth. Her brown eyes, now electric blue. The blue theme seemed to run rampant, in her hair, on her forehead, her hands, what could been seen of her chest as well, disappearing under the shirt she had worn last. Crooking her head oddly she looked at each of them, and they at her before she spoke, looking over her body first, "This will do."
"Illyria..." Angel said, barely audible. Spike heard it and was instantly overtaken with rage. If this was the thing that killed Fred, then he would make it pay. Vamping out, Spike charged the being that was once Fred, only to be knocked across the room, into the wall. He hit it with a thud, making a huge indenting in it and knocking him unconscious.
"Interesting..." Illyria said as she looked over the rest of the group. "Any more wish to challenge me?" she said, more like a statement than an actual question as the rest of the group looked at her, stunned.
"What are you?" Angel asked, not taking the more aggressive and painful route Spike had.
Illyria almost smiled at the question, but it was the questioner that brought her amusement to a halt. She cocked her head to one side then glared at him. "You should have more respect for your King half breed." she looked at Wesley, then Lorne. "Humans, half breeds and transdems. This is not the way I left the world."
"Transdems?" Angel asked.
"It's oldspeak" Lorne replied. "It means any creature who has crossed dimensional planes to get to any other plane."
Wesley, snapping out of his state of numbness, looked at Illyria, a dull rage in his eyes. "How can you all be so calm about this? The thing that killed Fred is right here in front of us, using her body, and your talking to it. It has to die." he said, his mind clouded with a torrent of emotions that could not be described.
"That's not exactly what were doing, and I think Spike already proved that attacking her is the last thing we need to be doing." Lorne said, not taking his eyes of Illyria as he found himself nearly frozen in a mix of awe and fear.
"Why did you kill Fred?" Angel asked, a bit more aggression in his tone, yet still weary of any creature who manhandled Spike that way Illyria did.
The blue being tilted her head for a moment, then looked down. "You mean the shell? Does that bother you? That she is gone?" she asked, her voice nothing more than mildly inquisitive.
"She was our friend." Angel growled back, then looked over at Wesley for a moment. "And more to others."
"Her absence, " Illyria responded. "It has disrupted you? Caused a difficulty to your lives?"
"Difficulty...difficulty...It's caused more than that you..." Wesley exclaimed, moving towards Illyria but held back by Angel.
Angel looked Wesley dead in the eyes, almost in a staring him down kind of way. "Leave. You need to leave right now. You're too emotional and too close. Go." he said in a commanding voice.
Wesley wrestled himself from Angel's grip, spit at the ground in front of Illyria and left the room without another word. He had things to do...things to investigate or so he told himself.
Angel turned back to Illyria. "So...what now? What do you plan on doing now that your here?" he asked in a tone that was stern, yet holding back his true emotions.
"I plan to reclaim my army and my throne. To rule over this world, this dimension as I have done before. You all shall witness the return of a great age, and have the honor of being my pitiful subjects." she said, a certain force to her voice.
Angel sighed, looking at the ground. "I thought as much. Well, don't let these pitiful subjects slow you down, my God-King. Go and do what you must. Just tells us where your headed, so we can go there to worship and serve you, if it pleases." angel said, bowing low, motioning to the others to do the same. Gunn and Lorne, completely lost at what Angel's plan was, went with it, bowing low as well.
Illyria smiled faintly. "I go to my sarcophagus, then to find the Qua-ha-saan, he shall show me the door to my temple and my kingdom." she looked down at them. "It would be wise of you to not attempt any deception half breed. I did make your species, I can eradicate it at a whim as well."
Remaining bowed, Angel spoke again "Yes, God-King. No deception. We are here to only serve you to the best of our humble abilities. What would you have us do to best serve you?"
Illyria detected no deception so she saw no harm in giving them orders. "Good. Once I find my Qua-ha-saan and the door to my temple. I will contact you and give you the location so you can make preparations for my armies' arrival. For now, do nothing but be as you were before my arrival." Illyria said, walking slowly but deliberately out of the room.
Once she had gone, Angel and the others returned to there feet. "Okay, what the hell was that all about?" Gunn asked, looking at Angel dumbfounded.
"An Ancient One." Lorne replied. "THE Ancient One. Before there was earth and man kind and music and even the Rolling Stones."
"Your point?" Gunn asked, still dumbfounded and stunned to his socks.
"Little lesson Charlie Boy." Spike interjected, a massive gash and knot on his head. "There's a certain book that claims something about 'let there be light'. Illyria was the ruler of the things that lived in the dark before that."
"Okay, getting that part, but Angel, why did you bow to her and let her have her way. Shouldn't we be trying to stop her or something?" Gunn asked, trying his best to forget his guilt in the new problem.
"I think Spike more than proved the force isn't going to work...not yet anyways. Best to placate her for now until we can figure out how to get rid of her. Slip up and were all going to be dust." Angel said, racking his brain for a solution as he saw Faith enter the room, a clueless look on her face.
"Okay, what the hell did I just miss, cause, damn." Faith remarked sarcastically, feeling better about herself after her talk with the mayor, her father, but still horrible about Fred.
"Fred's gone pet." Spike managed, looking at the blood on his hand from the cut on his head. "However, her body is doing a marvelous impersonation of Grumpy Smurf and nancy boy there let it run out of here scot free."
"Shut up Spike. We don't have time for that." he looked at Faith "You uh.. Didn't happen to see what looked like a really huge smurf Jennifer Hewitt hybrid go thrashing out of here did you?"
Faith felt her heart sink at the word of Fred's death but knew now wasn't the time for grief. "No, but I heard some guys talking about some guy down in the lab going apeshit, saying something about "She's here...she's finally here...I must go to her." Not sure what the deal was but sounded weird." Faith said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Didn't Illyria say something about find her Qua-haa-something or other? Maybe's it's this guy in the lab?" Lorne said, a light bulb going off.
"Right." Gun answered. "Nuts.. no.. Knox. He has made it so obvious that he had the hots for Fred." He looked at Wesley. "I bet you that it was him who picked Fred for Illyria. It's in my head to know that things can cross over but they need someone to act as a facilitator. Knox is the only one other than us that spent any time around Fred, and I know it wasn't us."
"Right. Let's get down there now, find out what he knows and if it was him." Spike said, hitting the wall again and gritting his teeth in a mix of anger and pure frustration.
"Remember, stay calm and let me do the talking." Angel said, mostly directing the comment at Spike. The group nodded and followed Angel at, as quickly as they could. They needed to get there before he left with Illyria. She they could find out exactly where she was headed and what she was going to do.
Following the path was not hard. Apparently having something that predated the Senior Partners set off every alarm in the book. Dead monsters and demons, broken booby traps and guards in different states of consciousness, broken doors, destroyed walls lead them to the lab, where the blue tinted Illyria was talking to a rather chatty Knox, who was doing a wonderful job of brown nosing.
"Your greatness. You have no idea how thrilled I am to finally see you. I have worked so hard for this day, sixteen hours a day seven days a week plus holidays and vacations." he stared with awe at her. "How may I serve you my King?"
Illyria simply put her hand on her former prison, seemingly ignoring Knox. The air in the room grew thick as some sort of power seem to transfer from the sarcophagus to Illyria. A suit of black leather seemed to grow out of her skin. Opening her eyes, she spoke, "I'm ready. Take me to the gateway to my army. I will rule over this world as I did before. As it should be."
"Yes, of course. Right away your highness. I already have everything I need to open the gate right here. It's in what is now a museum downtown. Allow me to lead you there." Knox said, blabbering and nearly drooling in the presence of his life-long project at last.
The gang retreated quietly allowing the two to exit the building and head out of the door. Angel talked to the group as they followed. "We got to try to take them out while they are busy opening this gate. It's the only way I can see... where is Wesley?"
"Said there was something on the casket he wanted to look at first before he came." Spike replied. "Said he'd catch up."
"Knowing Wes, he's not slacking of when something this big is going down. It's gotta be important to this. But still, we need to follow them, Wesley can catch up. Just hope he's not too late with whatever he's doing." Remarked Faith, knowing that Wesley was extremely unstable at this point, but she still trusted that he was driven to see this Illyria thing through, one way or another.
"I hope so.."Angel said as they walked, knowing that Wesley was extremely unpredictable at a time like this. But he figured Faith was right, at least he hoped she was.
**
Half an hour later found Knox and Illyria in the main lobby of the History of Natural History. An attempt to open the door to her temple had been stopped by barriers built by creatures that were, at one time, barely above the groveling half breeds she had left behind. Knox assembled the 'keys' and soon the door was ready to be opened. An ancient excitement filled the Ancient God-king as she raised her arm to open the door and begin the reclaiming of her dimension. After, she would destroy the miserable Powers that Be and reign as the only source of law and rule.
"Hold it a sec, God-King. I have an objection." Angel said from behind as he and the others entered the room and spread out.
Illyria snarled at them as she turned to face them. "So, you wish to disobey after all. No matter. You are no more than mere flies to me." she spoke in her condescending tone as Knox moved to cower behind her. Angel opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off as a shot rang out and a bullet went straight through Knox's heart, dropping him in a second. The group turned to find Wesley standing in the door way with a smoking gun in his hand.
"Wes, what the hell was that? He was human...granted a really shity one, but still..." Faith said, a mix of sarcasm and shock, as she realized just how far gone Wes had become. The thought alone made her sick. She was hoping that they could become close, maybe patch things up between them and have what she wanted with him, a watcher and slayer relationship. At this point, however, the chance seemed less than ever.
"He helped kill Fred, so he dies. Your next, Illyria." Wesley said as he pulled a strange gem from his pocket and tossed it to Faith. "There, use that. It should help neutralize some of her powers. Namely the time-stopping one." Faith looked at him dumbfounded, know clue how to use it.
"Excuse me, " Spike said, "Time-stop..." he was cut off as Illyria seemed to close the distance between them in the blink of an eye and back-handed him into the wall. "If you wish to challenge me, then fight and die like the bugs you are." she said.
Faith curled her fingers around the gem then went at Illyria full steam as Angel came around the other way. With a Illyria moved fluidly, easily dodging kicks and punches from the Slayer and Vampire. She easily flicked her hand out and caught Angel square on the jaw, sending him flying through the air. She then turned her attention to the Slayer.
Illyria watched this girl, oozing with a familiar strength, as she attempted to attack her. Unlike the ensouled vampire, whose blood was tainted with vestigial versions of her own powers, this one seemed to have it, just a lighter, weaker form. Illyria caught one punch from the girl, then caught another, but rather then hit her, she simply stared at her in interest. "What are you? You are not human."
"I'm more than just human, I'm a Vampire Slayer." Faith said through gritted teeth as she kicked her leg up, catching Illyria in the chin with little effect. She gave her several knee's to the stomach, and another to the face, but still her grip didn't loosen. Illyria squeezed Faith's fists, dropping her to her knees. A knee to the face knocked Faith onto her back.
"Explain. What is this Vampire Slayer you say you are? How were you created?" Illyria asked, her interested seeming to be peaked.
Spike, with his ever present mouth making ever present words spewed forth with "Human kind's answer to your little plague sweetheart. They siphoned off a little of that bad mojo and made themselves a super hero to protect them." He charged at her but she easily knocked him on his ass, spinning birds around his head.
"So, you are the creation made in answer to mine. Interesting." Illyria said as she watched Faith get back to her feet.
"Yeah, so that means if you're the thing that made them, then its my job to kill you to. Just like all the others vampires and demons I've killed. For Fred, I will kill you." Faith exclaimed charging Illyria again, who easily dodged Faith's punches and kicks. Faith was at the top of her game but still she was near powerless against the power of the God-King.
Illyria grabbed Faith again, trying to still her and, it seemed, exam her. Faith leaned back, putting as much distance between them as possible. She then bent forward, bringing her leg over her back in a kick. The speed and fluid motion of the move surprising Illyria and the kick itself knocking her backwards. Faith followed with a series of punches, hitting Illyria in the face and chest. "How' did you like that, Miss I-used-to-rule-everything?" Faith spat.
Illyria then reached out, despite getting pummeled about the body and face and snatched Faith by the throat. It was, oddly, not an attempt to kill, or even harm really. Illyria soon revealed what she had in mind. "Vampire Slayer, you will come to understand true power. The true power of your future ruler." She reached back with her hand and opened a space that looked as though everything was underwater. "You, above any other should witness this truth." and Illyria began to make her move toward the door, seemingly oblivious to the punching and kicking Slayer in her grasp.
"Let me go, you bitch. Let me..." Faith exclaimed, struggling all her strength to no avail as they disappeared into the portal. Angel and Spike charged after them but the portal closed before they could enter it.
"Damn it." Angel said. "We can't lose another one! We can't lose Faith, not now." Angel exclaimed as the anger and fear he felt was evident in his voice and on his face.
"The slayer's tough. If anyone can survive alone with Illyria, it's her. Trust me, I've seen her toughness first hand." Spike said, trying to calm Angel down in a way that caught himself by surprise.
Wesley walked over to the two of them, staring at where they had disappeared. "Thought you hated her Spike, but your right. I believe in Faith. She'll be okay, at least that's what we have to think until were proven wrong." Wesley said, his calm exterior hiding his true feelings. *Make it through this, Faith. We still need you; still want you here. Avenge Fred's death and come back to us.* Wesley thought
**
The effect of dimensional travel ad diverse effects on Faith and Illyria. Faith seemed to be racked with sharp pains allover her body while Illyria had no adverse effects at all. She simply half dragged, half carried the Slayer with her up the stairs. "You must understand what I am doing. Some part of you must realize that I am the only answer for the existence of any and all." during the whole ride and monologue, Illyria didn't even slightly try to hurt Faith, instead, insuring Faith was going to be the first one of her world to see the oncoming army.
Her strength nearly gone, Faith stopped fighting so she could try to catch her breathe and recover some strength. "All I know is the things you have created caused pain and suffering to the human race for years, forcing them to create me. I don't see how that makes you any good to anyone." Faith said, her voice filled with disdain for this demon...the Old One.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand the struggle of mine." Illyria replied. She walked the top few steps. You were created to defend that which was created to smite me." She cleared the top step and looked up at a ruin. The temple statue, its strong effigy fitting for her regalness was now destroyed and crumbled, and behind that lay her army, long dead, and nothing more than dust, ash and bone. She released Faith without even thinking. She stood, staring at the desolate destruction that was her temple. There was no Army to reclaim, no power to be had, no throne upon which to base her power. Illyria, the God-King of the Ancient Ones had defied death and returned... to nothing.
She fell to her knees and reached her hand into the sand that was her altar, and felt so very alone. All the bravado, all the power, and all the legendary status that she had bled away into nothing. She was the Last, the only Ancient, and without an Army, without her people, without her followers, she was nothing more than the last Ancient. "All gone. My... world is gone.."
Faith got to her feet, looking down at the seemingly now toppled god. "This is what you deserve. Trying to reclaim something you don't have a right to anymore. Killing an innocent woman who was better than all of us. You shouldn't be here. You're not wanted her, so why don't you just go back to the hell you came from and leave us in peace. You have no place here...not anymore." Faith said, holding her shoulder where Illyria had been holding her. It was as sore as hell.
Illyria could not argue that. She entertained a memory of a time when for a creature such as Faith to have said such a thing to her would have caused suffering and agony for an eternity. Instead, she stood up, looking the Slayer in the eye. "I will open a door back to your world. You may leave me now." Illyria waved her arm and the wave effect in the air returned.
Faith walked over to the portal, stopping to look back at Illyria, at the form that was once Fred. She could still she Fred in this creature, but knew that her soul was long gone. A tear streamed down her cheek as she entered the portal, leaving the fallen god to her personal hell. Faith hoped it was a long, painful one, and that she'd never she this thing again.
Illyria watched the Slayer leave then turned back to look at the ashes of nothing. "My world is gone, but I still feel another."
Spike watched as the ripple effect returned and Faith came flying out in a tangle of arms and legs. She hit the ground hard, but seemed no more the worse for wear. "Damn Slayer. You did it! Done her good I bet. Deserved it, rotten harlot." Spike cheered as he picked her up, Wesley pulling her up on the other side as the disoriented Slayer attempted to regain her balance.
"Wish I could take the credit, but I can't. I didn't do anything but speak my mind as always. Looks like her army...her kingdoms' gone. She's got nothing left, so she just let me go. It was like her whole purpose for existing disappeared with it." Faith said as she leaned on the two, her strength all but gone.
"Well, I guess we don't have to worry about retaking over the world again then, But she's still a threat. Way too powerful and way to unpredictable to rest easy yet." Angel said as he walked along side them. "Better head back to the office for now. Get Faith patched up and figure out what to do when she comes back. I'm sure we haven't heard the last of her." he said, his worries slightly relieved with the news of Illyria's army not being a threat but knowing that Illyria herself was enough.
"I'm still a bit worried though." Gunn interjected, obviously coming with an even bigger cloud to rain even more on a already awful day.
"How's that Chuck?" Spike asked.
"Well, " Gunn started. "The last time Illyria didn't get her way, well, she made vampires and has made people pay out the neck for her temper tantrum. Who's to say she won't make anything a lot worse this time just to be petty..again?"
Faith thought about it for a second then replied, "Maybe, but I don't think so. She just seemed lost. Like she didn't know what to do or where to go. If it wasn't for her killing Fred and creating vampires, causing suffer to innocents for thousands of years, not to mention the need for Slayers, whose lives are a step short of torment themselves, and, well, everything about her existence, I might have actually felt sorry for her. Anyways, can't really do anything right now. So, you guys mind getting me somewhere I can rest, I'm really in a bit of a spot right here." she said, grunting in pain before passing out, the fight and the dimensional travel taking a lot out of her.
T.B.C...
