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This story is No. 2 in the series "The Chronicles of War". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: It is the final battle between Wolfram and Hart and the Angel crew.

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Harry Potter > Xander-CenteredchrishillFR1511,1216149,64116 Feb 0716 Feb 07Yes
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in or associated by Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, or devised by Rorschart's Blot. This story is done without malice and without profit from it. It is simply for the enjoyment of the readers.

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The rain kept coming, and in the alley behind the Hyperion, Angel, the first demon vampire to regain a soul ran with his sword in hand.

In many ways, he was an anomaly. A creature that duplicated the actual vampires of this world, and should have been in truth a soulless demon in the form of a man long dead. His 'job description' should have been to bring the Mortals of this world to it's knees with corruption and crime. Having a soul, a true soul, made him more than any could have imagined, and a true protector, much like the fictional Dark Knight known as Batman.

His soul rang with the guilt of the past, but he knew that this night, no matter what happened, he would at least partially atone for the pain and suffering he had caused over the centuries.

He reached the chain link fence at the end of the alley where he was supposed to meet the rest of his team, but no one was there. Another strike against him. Another pain to add to his soul.

"Boo" Spike said as he walked out of the darkness towards a person he considered his friend. Spike would have readily admitted that he wasn't a good person, but thanks to the man in front of him, a woman who should have killed him, and a strange mortal man, he had a second chance. A chance that he was using to set things right.

Angel asked the question that needed asking. "Anyone else?"

Spike looked at his friend, feeling the emotions that played across the mind of his fellow souled vampire. "Not so far. You feel the heat?"

Angel nodded, "It's coming."

Spike grinned. Couldn't let his last stand go out without staying in character. "Finally got ourselves a decent brawl."

The sound of running broke their reverent state, and they say Gunn coming towards them with his homemade battle-axe. The steps getting less sure and weaker. "Damn! How did I know the fang boys would pull through? You're lucky we're on the same side, dogs, 'cause I was on fire tonight.

"My game was tight," Gunn coughed weakly, collapsing into the arms of Angel and Spike who led him to a box to sit and rest.

Spike looked at the wounds on his friend. In another time, he would have been gladly licking up the blood. Now, it made him sick to think that was how he had survived for decades. "You're supposed to wear the red stuff on the inside, Charlie boy."

Gunn looked at his wounds and asked, "Any word on Wes? "

"Wesley's dead." Illyria said as she jumped down from the top of the fence. Her face absolutely stoic. "I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence."

Angel face told the story. Wesley was his friend, the one who had stood by him throughout the battles. The person he would miss the most.

Gunn cried. Wesley was the one who had really given him a chance. Made him more than just another gang-banger, and always offered him an out. He would be missed, and he would be avenged.

Spike hung his head. In the short time he had known the watcher, Wesley had impressed him. It wasn't the fact that he was a determined man that did so, it was the fact that he would risk anything for what was right. It was a true strength, and one to be admired. He looked up to see a crowd getting closer. "Well, wishes just happen to be horses today."

Angel nodded, looking at those he could take out his anger upon. There are hundreds, if not thousands of demons of all sorts, shapes and sizes. Even a huge winged dragon is flying towards them. "Among other things."

Gunn looked at what would be his death. It would be a worthy one. "OK. You take the 30,000 on the left..."

Illyria looked at her friend, "You're fading. You'll last 10 minutes at best."

Gunn stood up, "Then let's make 'em memorable."

Angel stepped forward, with Spike, Gunn, and Illyria following. Spike moved to flank Angels right side with Gunn a step behind to the right and Illyria to the left.

Spike spoke up looking at what would be his death. "In terms of a plan? "

Angel ground out. "We fight."

Spike snorted, "Bit more specific."

As Angel stepped forward, he replied, "Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon."

The demon hordes, less than 30 metres away, are getting ready to charge.

An unexpected sound breaks in the silence as the two groups approach each other. Motorcycles from overhead. This is enough to cause both sides to stop and look up, to see four people coming in for a landing in front of Angels group and facing the oncoming hordes.

"You know, I had to find out about this the hard way." the one on the left said as the clothing he was wearing changed to armour, and the walking stick in his right hand changed to a huge battle axe.

The being on the far right snorts as his clothing shifts to a long cloak and the sword in his hand shifts to a scythe. "You know, Wolfram and Hart have annoyed me. I don't like being annoyed."

"I get their bodies for spell components." one of the women said.

"Save a few for me. I have a few diseases that I need to test." said the other.

"Then it's time to ride." the figure in armour, now recognizable as Xander, says.

With that, the motorcycles the four were riding changed to horses, and they charged the demons, with spells flying and weapons cutting. The horde in front of them didn't stand a chance.

Spike looked on and said, "I knew there was a reason I didn't get on Xander's bad side."

Angel questioned, "Spike?"

"Face it, Mate." Spike said, "The demons are the ones I'm sorry for. You know the rumours about Xander and his having a brother."

"Yeah, but those were just rumours."

"Well, we're bloody seeing the reality. Xander, brother of Mr. Black, also known as Death. That makes Xander war. The Doctor, perfect place to hide Pestilence, and Henchgirl, who's nutritious drinks would make sense if she was Famine. Wolfram and Hart have annoyed the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse." Spike said as the Dragon was destroyed by a flying ship that was now doing a strafing run at the demons below it.

Angel smiled, "I think the Senior Partners are looking at a corporate takeover of massive proportions."

The End

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