My silence on the plane said it all. I was next to the window, and all I could look at was below me, the vast ocean, and the clouds that encircled the plane beside me. I paid no attention to anyone on the plane. My thoughts clouded my mind enough. I didn’t know what I was even going to do when I got there. I was a woman of plans and strategies, I could think them up in a second. It went with the slayer power…But this was something that I had no idea how to execute. The only thing that I could do was wait until I landed, and waited until I saw for myself what was going down. I was worried about Angel, Spike, and Wesley more than words could say.
So when the plane finally arrived, I could already tell that something was going on. People knew that there was either something coming or something was here. The place was completely packed. I could barely make it through the lines and out the door in a fast paced fashion. I didn’t care about a damn ride. I cared about getting there, so I rented a car, with the money that Giles gave me, and sped out of there faster than I have ever driven…. And I don’t drive. I wasn’t sure where it was I was even going, but from the direction of the people, and the obviousness of the scenery, I was going the right way. It was so dark out, and I could tell that it had happened. It had to have happened. The building was gone. It wasn’t vanished. It was rubble, and by the looks of it, if there was anyone in there, then they were rubble too. I had a huge crunch in my stomach, not for the grief of that damned building. I couldn’t care less about it.
It was my fear that three beings that I cared about were part of that building. I slammed on the brakes, right in the middle of the street. I didn’t care at that point as I shot out of the car, and stared at the empty place. There was nothing and nobody around. The rain poured down so fast and hard that it started to hurt every inch of my skin. I peered out into the destruction, and couldn’t do it anymore. If they were here, they were gone, and I wasn’t prepared to accept that yet.
It seemed like just yesterday when I was bringing my decision to Giles to bring the crew on the right path. I heard some things that crossed the line for me, and I didn’t want to think that I wasn’t going to ever be an influence in their decisions when it came down to what was right and what was wrong. That was the plan 2 days ago. The plan today was to find them. The plan was to go the Hyperion. It was the last place that I could think of before I was out of options, and before I was one step closer to finding out that I was too late. I wasn’t going to let myself succumb to that belief. Despite the wreckage of the law firm, there was still one place that I could think about finding them…and it was still dark, or the hell mouth was still making it dark, so that meant that whatever was happening, was still in fact, happening. I didn’t know what happened, and by now, I didn’t care. I didn’t care at all.
I could see a few blocks away, the street where I vaguely remembered the directions to the Hyperion. It was a completely different scene. Darkness, and rain was a constant. The demons, the screams, noise, bad energy…it was all there, and for a split second, that gave me hope. I knew that this was where they had to be. I thought about it for a second, and I didn’t have a weapon.
I didn’t need one.
I got out of the car, just as I saw demons, and things that I had never seen before crowding the streets. It was something that I had never seen before, something that was scaring me, every second that I lingered. I ran toward the hotel, ignoring demons that weren’t in my way, and plowing through the ones that were. They weren’t my concern at the moment. I ran intently to make it to the front door, but something stopped me.
The corner of my eye revealed something that stopped everything moving in me. It stopped the pain of the rain, and the surroundings of the hell that had broken loose.
…and I knew one of them. Probably all of them, but one figure stood out above all of them, and that was Spike. I raced toward him, and picked up a sword that was lying on the ground. In order to get to him, I had to fight, and I chopped off all the heads that I could.
There weren’t that many, most of them were headed the other way. Gunn was down, and the other being I couldn’t recognize. I didn’t see Angel anywhere, and I sucked back my worst fears.
I dropped the sword, took a deep breath that was neither refreshing or comforting, and bent over Spike.