If this isn't hell, then am I in heaven?
It had been the four of us. Spike, Illyria, Gunn, and myself. Illyria showed up declaring that Wesley had died. Wesley was dead. I felt a surge of anger come over me. Part of it was towards myself for sending him into the fight - a fight that he wasn't able to win. The majority of that anger was towards the force I could feel coming towards us. Turning towards the thousands upon thousands of demons coming at us, I took a few steps forward. Gunn was injured and the rest of us weren't in much better shape. My only hope was that Connor had gotten out of the building and away from all the before it came towards him. Knowing that, I couldn't care what happened to me now.
"In terms of a plan?"
" We fight," I simply stated.
"Bit more specific."
Looking up, I saw a dragon flying high above all of us. Tilting my head, I smiled just a bit. " Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon." Stepping forward, I pressed my lips together and gripped the sword in my hand. "Let's go to work." The demons came at us as fast as they could, and I swung my sword, knocking the first one to the ground.
We all seemed to hold our on for the first few minutes. Gunn even seemed to be doing better than I thought he might. Smiling a bit, I turned back forward and pressed my way through the hoards of demons. They came at us in waves, and I did my best to keep them off of me. Turning around, I looked to see if I could see anyone else and the only one I saw now was Spike. I think I might have heard Illyria, but Gunn was no where to be found.
Glaring, I swung the sword around, knocking demon after demon to the ground. They fell, but so many more just kept on coming. I'm not really sure what I expected to come out of all this. Defeat Wolfram and Hart? Die? I really didn't know. I was forced out of my thoughts when I fell forward and landed on my knees. I cried out and struggled to stand, but there were just too many of them. I swung the sword above me, trying to beat them all back, but it wasn't doing much good.
My features shifted and I growled at the demons around me. I was finally able to stand, but it wasn't long before I was knocked down again. I had no idea where anyone else was or if anyone was still alive. This was it. The last fight and we were done. Opening my eyes, I looked up just in time to see a sword coming towards my head. I cried out again, but then there was nothing, only silence.
My cry stopped when I gasped for air that I didn't need and I opened my eyes, looking around. The demons were gone and I was alone. Looking to my hand, I saw that the sword I carried was now gone as well. I stood up slowly and carefully, looking around. It was obvious that I'd died, but where had I gone..and why wasn't anyone else here? I expected to wake up in the hell I remembered from before, but this wasn't the same. There wasn't the mutilated faces growling at you and taking you off for torment.
This was..nicer. I hadn't believed it possible, but..was this heaven? If it was then it was also much different than I imagined. It was darker and..emptier. I took a few steps, but had no idea where I was going. If this was heaven..would others be here as well? Would Fred, Doyle, Cordy? Or what about the other who had died even tonight? If someone like me was here then the others had to be. I wanted to call out and see if anyone was there to hear me, but didn't.
I just needed to know someone else was out there..somewhere.