Previously on Angel and Buffy the Vampire Slayer... 

(Cut to: Sunnydale cemetery)
Buffy’s resurrection by Willow, Tara, Xander, and Anya

(Cut to: Alley behind Magic Box)
Buffy: (to Spike) I think I was in Heaven. I was torn out of there by my friends. They can never know.

(Cut to: Buffy’s backyard)
Warren: You think you can just do that to me? You think I'd let you get away with that? Think again--

(Cut to: Tara being shot)
Tara: Your shirt…
Willow: Tara!

(Cut to: Angel, Fred, Lorne, Wesley, Gunn, and Skip)

Wesley: You’re saying her ascension was all part of this thing’s plan?
Skip: No, Cordelia was chosen to become a higher being because she’s such a pure, radiant saint. (scoffs) Pul-lease!

(Cut to: Sunnydale High School)
Anya getting killed by bringer

(Cut to: Hellmouth)
Buffy: I love you.
Spike: No you don’t. But thanks for saying it.

(Cut to: Land outside of Sunnydale)
Shot of Sunnydale crater. ‘Welcome to Sunnydale’ sign falls over edge.

Giles: I don’t understand. What did this?
Buffy: Spike. 

(Cut to: Andrew and Xander)
Xander: So did you see?
Andrew: She was incredible. She died saving my life. 
Xander: That’s my girl… always doing the stupid thing.

(Cut to: Hyperion Hotel)
Lilah: What was unclear?
Fred: I think the part where you just offered us Wolfram & Hart. 
Lilah: Just the L.A Branch.
(Wide shot of new LA offices)
Lilah: (V.O.) You win. We’re moving out. The Senior Partners are ceding this territory to you…

(Cut to: Angel and Lilah)
Angel: People like you, this place, that’s what’s wrong with the world Lilah. I will never be apart of this.
(Cut to: Connor with his new family)
Angel: (V.O.) Now let me tell you what the deal is gonna be.

(Cut to: Angel’s office)
Angel ripping open an envelope and an amulet dropping to the floor. Spike corporealizes from dust.

(Cut to: Lindsey talking to Spike)
Lindsey: You can call me Doyle.

(Cut to: Cordelia’s hospital room. She wakes up.)
(Shot of Cordelia talking to Angel in his office)
Cordelia: I’m just on a different road. And this is my off-ramp….I’ll be seeing you.

(Shot of Angel answering phone)
Angel: (on phone) That’s impossible. She’s standing right-. When did she die?

(Cut to: Fred being hypnotized by stone tomb, inhaling dust, coughing)
Angel: (V.O.) Fred’s dying.

(Shot of Fred in bed with Angel, Gunn, Lorne, Knox, and Wesley standing around)
Fred: It’s my boys.

(Shot of Wesley holding Fred in his arms)
Fred: You won’t leave me?
Wesley: I will never leave you.

Fred: Please, Wesley, why can’t I stay? 

(Shot of Fred dying, Wesley crying. Fred’s body convulses, falls to floor. Gets up, her hair is blue)
Wesley: (V.O) Illyria.

(Cut to: Angel talking to Wesley, Spike, Gunn, and Lorne in his office)
Angel: I’m talking about killing every…single…member…of the Black Thorn.

(Cut to: Angel talking with Lorne)
Lorne: Angel, I’ll do this last thing for you, for us, but then I’m out.
(Shot of Lorne shooting Lindsey twice)
Lorne: (V.O.) You won’t find me in the alley. Hell, you won’t find me at all. Do me a favor. Don’t try.
(Shot of Lindsey on the floor, dying)
Lindsey: You killed me? A flunky?…Angel, kills me…(dies)

(Cut to: Fights with Black Thorn)
(Shot of Spike rescuing the baby)
(Shot of Gunn staking vampires)
(Shot of Angel punching Hamilton, his neck snapping)
(Shot of Illyria walking past a totaled car)
(Shot of Wesley being stabbed in the gut by Cyrus Vail)

(Shot of Illyria kneeling next to dying Wesley)
Illyria: Would you like me to lie to you now?
(Shot of Fred crying, then kissing Wesley)
(Shot of Wesley dead)

(Cut to alley)
(Shot of Angel coming, then Spike, then Gunn)
Spike: You’re supposed to wear that read stuff on the inside, Charlie boy.
(Shot of Gunn clutching his bleeding stomach)
(Shot of Illyria dropping in)
Illyria: Wesley is dead. 
(Shot of demons making their way toward gang)
Gunn: You take the 30,000 on the left…
Illyria: You’re fading. You’ll last ten minutes at best.
Gunn: Then lets make them memorable.

(Shot of Angel)
Angel: Well personally, I kinda want to slay the dragon. Lets go to work.

(Cut to black)

Teaser

Fade In:
Ext:
The Battle….

The air seemed to crack when the two sides met in the middle of the alley. Angel, already bloodied and hurt, but filled with the power of the Wolf, Ram, and Hart, made his way past demon after demon. His sword clanked and clashed with the few weapons of the demon’s, but equally found their way into flesh and bone. 

Spike was doing as much damage as Angel was. His whole sodding body ached, but he fought on, determined not to die. He grabbed the head of a demon species he didn’t know, and didn’t care to know, and twisted with his hands. The demon sank to the ground and Spike smirked. This wasn’t too bad. 

Gunn felt like he was going to fall any second. He slashed away with his axe, demon heads rolling left and right, but his wound was hurting him way too much. The blood loss made him want to pass out, but he kept slashing, even when the claws of a vampire cut him good across the arm. 

Illyria scoffed at the weakness of her enemies. They broke far too easy and she smiled at the damage she had done thus far. She tore off the head of a vampire, watched as it turned to dust in her very hand and immediately landed a kick to the head of a slime demon. This was all too easy for her. She felt sick with how sad the demons of this world fought. She would show them what fighting was. 

The demons, in their number, started to dwindle down. Spike slammed his stake through the heart of a vampire, not even bothering to watch it dust. He heard a shriek like no other, and turned toward the noise. There was Angel, piercing the heart of the dragon with his sword. Spike sighed. He had wanted a go at the beast, but Angel took that away from him. It figured. 

Suddenly, there was a great light and boom. Almost all of the demons cried out, with what sounded like fear and anger, and fled the alley down the way they came. 

“Yeah, that’s right. Run off,” Spike taunted after the fleeting evil. “Finally realize when you have had enough of Big Bad eh?” 

“Spike, shut up,” Angel yelled at the bleach haired vampire, looking around. 

Spike silenced, only because he had nothing else to say, and looked around. He saw Illyria standing next to Gunn, who was sitting against a dumpster. He didn’t look good. Spike noted that they needed to get Gunn inside somewhere. 

“The dark one weakens rapidly,” Illyria noted aloud, hoping that one of the two vampires would hear her. 

“I know, I know. But we first need to figure out what scared off the army of hell in the first place,” Angel said, looking around. 

“Yeah, there was a white light. I saw it too,” Spike added, looking behind them. What he saw made his jaw drop open. 

There, standing there as plain as day, soaking wet, was Tara Maclay. Her soft brown hair stuck to her face from the rain and she looked around. 

Fade Out

Credits

Staring:

David Boreanaz as Angel
J. August Richards as Charles Gunn
Andy Hallett as Lorne
Amy Acker as Illyria/Fred
James Marsters as Spike
Charisma Carpenter as Cordelia Chase
Alexis Denisof as Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

Guest Staring:

Amber Benson as Tara Maclay
Sarah Michelle Gellar as Buffy Summers
Alyson Hannigan as Willow Rosenberg
Michelle Trachtenberg as Dawn Summers
Elizabeth Anne as ElizaDeath
Eliza Dushku as Faith
Vincent Kartheiser as Connor 

Act One

Fade In

“Tara?” Spike asked, stepping closer to the woman. Tara automatically stepped back, unsure. “S’alright luv. It’s me, Spike.” 

“Wait, Tara? Willow’s Tara?” Angel asked. Spike nodded, not taking his eyes off the woman. 

“I sense power from this one,” Illyria observed. 

“Yeah, she’s pretty good with the Wicca mojo,” Spike replied. 

“Spike, it’s impossible. I know what happened, this can’t be her,” Angel said. 

“Oh it’s her. Down to her scent,” Spike replied. He took off his coat and went to put it over her. 

“Look, we need to get inside somewhere. Gunn’s hurt, and those demons might come back. We can figure out who’s who later,” Angel urged, looking towards where the demons ran off. 

“Right,” Spike agreed, putting an arm over the trembling witch. “Time to go now luv. Get you some place dry and safe ‘right?” 

Tara nodded and let herself be led by the English vampire. 

Gunn tried to pick himself up, but all his strength was already gone. He looked up at Illyria, who in turn was staring down at him in, what he thought was, fascination. “Little help?”

Illyria gazed at him with her piercing blue eyes before reaching out and hoisting him up with one hand. Gunn winced at the pain that shot along his abdomen and clutched at his stomach tightly. 

“I am relieved you did not die. You have surpassed my expectations of you,” Illyria told him. Gunn tried to smirk at her compliment.

“Thanks, I guess. You did alright yourself,” he replied. 

Cut to: 
Int. Hyperion

Angel opened the two glass doors facing the back garden and looked around. No one was in sight, and he didn’t sense anyone, human at least, in the building. He motioned to Spike, who was helping Tara, and the rest of the group walked inside. 

Going to the wall, Angel flipped on the lights to the lobby and the hotel lit up. He turned around to see Illyria helping Gunn sit down on the red couch and then he remembered the bad shape that Gunn was in. He walked behind the front counter and took out the first aid kit. 

“Spike, bandage Gunn up,” Angel told the other vampire. Spike gave him a look. 

“Does it look like I know how to bandage someone up? I’m usually the one getting stitched up, not the other way around.” 

“Spike! Just do it,” Angel snapped, shoving the tin box at Spike. 

“What the hell burrowed up your ass?” Spike asked, opening the box and going to where Gunn was laying on the red couch. 

Angel paced quickly, stopped, and sighed. “We are in a real fix here Spike, in case you didn’t notice. The Senior Partners are probably real keen in finding us and sending their army of hell after us, which by the way, is more than enough demons to do the trick. All of which, are still in this city looking for us. I have two friends out there, both of which I will never see again, one of them at least. Top it off with the fact that we have someone here who isn’t even supposed to be alive, and you can see why I’m a little upset right now.” 

“The demons are no longer a threat. They have vanquished from this worldly plane,” Illyria announced. She was glancing at the hotel surroundings, not even bothering to look at Angel. 

Angel looked at her. “How would you know that?” 

“Its gotta be true. I mean, she is a former god king of the world right? We know she still has powers. Reckon that’s one of ‘em,” Spike said. He was wrapping large strips of gauze over Gunn’s wound, which had stopped bleeding.  

“Spike is right Angel, I think Illyria has a sense of her enemies. She probably could sense anyone in this whole world if she wanted to.” Gunn added. 

Angel looked over at Tara, who had thus far been completely silent. He watched her eyes dart around at everything. He could hear the shakiness of her breath as well. “Tara?”

Spike gazed over at the witch too. “Tara, love?” 

Tara glanced at Spike and lowered her head so she was staring at the ground.

Angel walked over to her and put a hand on her arm. Tara automatically backed up. “Tara? I’m Angel. We’ve never met, but I’ve heard about you from Willow.”

At the sound of Willow’s name, Tara glanced up. “Willow?” she repeated back, her voice soft. Angel knew that without his good hearing, he would have never heard it. 

“Yes, Willow. I know Willow. And Buffy, and Xander, and Dawn. I know all of them. So you see, I don’t want to hurt you. We’re here to help. Me, Spike, everyone,” Angel went on. 

Tara looked from Angel, to Spike, back to Angel again and nodded. 

“Ok, to help you we need to know some things. How did you get here? Do you remember anything?” Angel asked. 

Tara shook her head. “No, I don’t remember….wait, I-I do. I think so.” 

By this time, Spike had put the bandages back in the first aid box and walked over to where Angel and Tara were standing. Gunn was now sitting up and watching everyone else. Illyria was wondering into the office, her head looking every which way. 

“What do you remember love? Its ok, take your time a’right?” Spike told her. Tara looked at him and nodded. 

“I was sent…they said everyone was needed. Then I was in the alley,” Tara explained to them. 

“Who’s they?” Gunn asked. 

Angel looked to him. “The Powers. I think she was sent by the Powers That Be.”

Spike nodded in agreement. “Reckon so. I mean, that’s where I always figured she went. To the good place in the sky.”

“What do you mean everyone was needed?” Angel asked her. 

“I don’t know,” Tara replied. Angel smiled at her, to ease her fears, and looked over at Spike. 

“Who knows what’s going to happen next. All I know is that this woman here had to be brought by something pretty powerful and good to drive away all those demons like that. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens next.” 

Cut to:
Int.
Cyrus Vail’s Home

The entire room was silent. The lights still dim. The only ones in the grim chamber was the body of Cyrus Vail, whose head was merely dust and broken bits of bone lying on the floor. 

The other body, not ten feet away, was the still body of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, lying in a pool of his own blood. His eyes were still open, staring blankly at the ceiling. The wound on his stomach no longer bled. Just sat, holding a small amount of blood that wasn’t pumped out and onto the floor. 

Slowly, almost absurdly, the blood still in the wound slowly went back inside, as if it was being sucked back in. The blood vessels mended and all the organs closed up as if they had never been torn. Muscle tissue was magically restored and the flesh mended and closed up, not even leaving a scar. The was a soft wind-like noise and Wesley, thought dead, breathed in oxygen once again. 

When his brain had the air it needed, his fingers, sticky from his own blood, moved. His eyes fluttered open and immediately winced and closed again from the small amount of light that reached his eyes. When he finally got used to the light, he stared at the ceiling. The smell of death reached his nose and he already felt sick. He groaned and did his best to sit up. But before he did, he realized he was under no pain. He remembered Cyrus stabbing him, the blood, the pain, Fred…no, it was Illyria. Lying to him, just as she asked him and he let her. He accepted the lie. Fred was gone. To believe anything else was a lie. 

But now, he felt no pain at all. He felt for the wound, but it was gone. Not even a scar. The only proof he had been stabbed to death was the pool of blood he was still laying in and the torn shirt. He saw the body of Cyrus and figured Illyria took care of him. He was grateful for it. 

Slowly, he got up and looked around. His mind reeled over the fact that he was alive, when he should have and was dead. He wondered how and, most importantly, why he was alive and well. Angel’s last speech at Spike’s earlier came back to him and the words “alley behind the Hyperion” replayed in his head. He moved over to the wall and grabbed two swords, like the one that killed him. He checked his coat to make sure he still had his pistol before leaving. 

He needed to get to the alley as soon as possible. 

END ACT ONE