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Fighting for Survival	By : AddictedtoBuffy Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander Views: 13766 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fighting For Survival
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Angel/Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. They are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy et al. I do not make money from the writing of this, it is purely entertainment. I do not mean any disrespect to the actors who have portrayed these characters. This fic contains explicit Male/Male relationships if you are adverse to this or are under the age of eighteen then please do not read. Thankyou to all the online writers who help keep the Buffyverse alive.
Summary: What if Buffy couldn’t stop the snake demon before it got back to Glory. Starts in the Buffy Season 5 Episode Shadow but then goes AU. Angel is the same as cannon up to this point except that Darla is not visiting Angel in his dreams despite having been brought back by Wolfram and Hart you’ll find out why later. Furthermore, this follows Jenns fic Playing Games found at AdultFanFiction or the Slashaholics Island. You don’t need to have read that to follow this but I do recommend it as it’s a great fic. I moved the timeline back a bit so that by the Season 5 Ep Shadow the boys are a threesome and Spike and Xander are only in Sunnydale to pick up their stuff before moving in with Angel.
Beta: Bubbysbub rocks! As always and makes this doubly as good.
Feedback: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I’ll get on my knees and beg for feedback both good and bad
Part: 45/?
Distribution: If I’ve said yes, take it otherwise please ask
Warnings: Mild torture (nothing worse than what was on the show) Mild Language Warning, violence and character death and explicit M/M sex and threesomes.
Home Page: I have a yahoo group which can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ForeverAngel/
Reviews: LadyVirgo - Thanks LadyVirgo, yes Sunnydale is where they are going for the big showdown of course.
Daeomae - Mmm interesting changes. But I'm not saying a word not saying a word at all. Glad you're enjoying as always thankyou.
A/N: A big thanks to Jenn for allowing me to use some of her ideas evident in Playing Games. Buffyworld is back! A big thanks to Howard Russell for bringing such a wonderful resource back online.

Chapter Forty-Five

A scabby minion scurried through the massive bathroom, gathering up piles of cosmetics as Murk walked by addressing the hoards of minions.

“Quickly, quickly! Already we're behind schedule! Someone's bound for a beheading” he called out, making his way to a enormous walk in closet where Jinx was taking stuff of the shelves and packing them into boxes.

“Let's make sure it's not me.” Murk remarked, thinking of what Glory had done to other minions.

“Why do we remain when our moment of triumph lies so close at hand?” Jinx complained, they had the key, the stars were aligning, they needed to get out of LA before the vampire and friends came back searching for the key.

“The glorious one, having acquired much in this world, doesn't exactly travel light.” Murk whispered, and after sharing glances they peered out into the main room where Glory was standing being fitted for an ornate gown.

“Hey! Minions, I can hear you. God-like ears don't miss much, you know what I'm sayin'?” She glared at them, hating their insolence. “Come here,” she barked out the order which they hastened to perform, not wanting to end up in more trouble. The minions started pushing each other, as they got closer.

“'Twas he who blasphemed, your magnificence.” Jinx began.

“Spurred on by treacherous urging!” Murk was quick to reply and Jinx hit him.

“Guys! I'm not gonna kill you.” Glory broke up their little argument and then frowned in puzzlement over her own words. “Not in the mood. What do you think that's about?” She asked unsure why she should feel such a thing. She usually loved tearing living creatures apart.

“In mercy does your power lie?” Jinx suggested though he knew it wasn’t true.

“No, brainless, in torture, death and chaos does my power lie.” She snapped and then frowned again. “So tell me, why am I not popping your head like a zit right now?” The minions shared glances not knowing the answer but not wanting to further incur the wrath of their god by telling her so. “Maybe I'm just hungry.”

“Yes, we shall fetch a, a lovely…” Murk began but Glory interrupted him as always.

“No, I'm not hungry.” She dropped the robe she was being measured for to the floor standing only in a simple black dress. Something too plain for Glory to usually wear except in special circumstances like these. “Uhh! Just a little tight in the skin is all. I've been waiting an eternity… well, 25 human years… and it all comes down to tomorrow night.”

“The portal shall open.” Jinx gushed, thinking of how brilliant it would be, just being there at that time.

“And the great Glorificus shall return.” Murk stated looking forward to that time.

“To the hell I came from. Where I'm gonna rain down more super-sized portions of slaughter, mayhem and bloodshed than any of you scabs can even dream about.” She thought of it for a moment as she sat on the nearest sofa but something wasn’t right. She didn’t feel that warm joy she always felt when she thought of the hellfire’s of home. “So how come I ain't happy?” She asked completely ignoring the minions who were confused; it wasn’t like their god to be like this. “Got everything I ever wanted ... still, something's off.” She proclaimed, twirling her wrist a few times as if it was what was off. “I don't know. What do you think?” She asked looking across the room to Dawn. The teenager was trussed up like a turkey on another couch whimpering in fear, it paralysed her, she could not think through it. She just hoped that Spike, Angel, Xander and the others would be there soon to rescue her.

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They rode in the car in silence, the lead to the whole convoy of five cars. They had quite a few people with them, plus weapons, personal supplies, though Angel didn’t think they’d use those, and a couple of books which the council had left them. Before heading to Sunnydale they were first making a stop at Glory’s apartment, just to make sure that she had really gone as well as see if they could find something that could be useful.

Spike was jittering, nervous about being back at the scene of his recent torture, and if they didn’t have Willow, Tara and Cordelia in the back seat he would be getting rid of his nerves by going down on Xander. Faith was with Gunn who was riding further back with some of his old crew. It had been difficult to convince him to leave Wesley and come with them but Angel thought it was well worth it. Without him, Angel didn’t think Gunn’s old gang would have been nearly as willing to help. They pulled up at the front of Glory’s apartment and as already agreed, Angel, Spike and Xander went in alone. They were almost certain that no one would be there and if they was, Xander would go for help while the other two distracted whoever they encountered.

They silently moved into the building and by silent agreement, took the stairs instead of the elevator. Spike was shaking and he balled his hands up into fists, attempting to keep them from shaking all over the place. Xander and Angel walked closer to Spike so that he could feel them against him but they didn’t say anything. Without slowing down Angel kicked the door open to the main part of Glory’s apartment. Angel and Spike could tell straight away that there was only one human inside and their heartbeat was irregular, so Spike relaxed and strolled across the space to turn on the light. Xander peered around the completely empty apartment, surprised the hell god hadn’t taken the curtains with her, as it appeared she had taken everything else.

Spike stepped inside further lighting a cigarette, needing the nicotine fix. Xander stepped around a circle of twigs and symbols on the floor, they walked towards where they could hear a heartbeat but Xander was curious and kept looking into other rooms. He wanted to see how a hell god lived, and oddly enough it wasn’t that different to how he himself lived. Xander found another door and opening it he walked in to reach up to turn on the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The room was dingy, little more than a broom closet and Xander didn’t think anyone would voluntarily live there. It made his old basement look like the Taj Mahal. Angel followed Xander in and stared round at the Spartan room. There was just a tiny unmade bed and a small table that held a lamp and a couple of books. Nothing more. What caught Angel’s eye though were the blue intern clothes hanging against the wall, attached to the blue shirt were that intern, Ben’s ID photo.

“Look’s like you were right Spike,” Angel surmised, gesturing to the tag.

“What kind of person would want to live in here?” Xander asked, not understanding, it just didn’t make sense. Ben was working for Glory, so he voluntarily lived in that tiny room? It looked more like a prison cell than anything else.

“I don’t know but there is someone here, someone wounded, maybe they’ll have answers.” Angel led the way out of the depressing room and up the sweeping staircase. Spike took a big drag on his cigarette when he realised they were going back into her bedroom, the area which he had first been taken to. There was a man on the bed, brutally injured and surrounded by his own blood. The clothes he was wearing seemed very rich looking and he had a tattoo on his forehead signalling that he was a knight.

“One of the bastards who hurt English,” Spike growled out throwing his cigarette butt at him, glad that he was dying of blood loss.

“Yeah,” Xander agreed, “but maybe he knows something bout Glory.”

“You sure Scarface here can habla the English?” Spike asked knowing that many of the crusade lot often only spoke some obscure old dialect.

“He understands us. Don't you?” Angel menaced moving closer to the dying man.

“I don’t need to talk to you vampire, I know what happened in Sunnydale, did you think we wouldn’t return?” the knight replied condescendingly, despite being ripped to shreds.

“Took you long enough. What are you supposed to be, some kind of chief?” Angel asked sarcastically, not liking this guy at all. They could have become allies against Glory and worked together, but instead these knights had barrelled in; swords bared and fought everything in sight.

“ General,” he sneered.

“General. In charge of what, getting captured?” Xander snarked.

“Or maybe he’s in charge of ballsing everything up and getting everyone killed.” Spike speculated.

“You do not frighten me, I am dying. But the instrument of chaos must be destroyed.”

“The instrument of chaos?” Xander questioned.

“Yes, the girl.” Spike stepped forward, vampire face to the fore, furious at his words.

“Talk about her that way again and she will be the last thing you will ever say and I will make sure you live for a long time buster,” Spike threatened.

“As I've been told, you protected the key of the beast.” He sneered.

“It's not that simple.” Xander replied.

“Yes. The key has been transformed, given ... breath, life. Yet, this makes no difference. The key is the link. The link must be severed.” The Knight intoned, “Such is the will of god.” All this upset Angel, Dawn was an innocent. It didn’t matter what she had been, she’d had a chance to be remade, pure.

“She doesn't remember anything about being this key you're all looking for. The only thing that she remembers is growing up with a family and people who love her. What kind of god would demand her life for something that she has no control over?” Angel pleaded, he had had a choice, a choice to follow Darla, a choice that led him to the point where he now fought for good, trying to right his wrongs but Dawn had no knowledge of her existence before being Dawn and she shouldn’t be punished for that previous existence. “We are not your enemy.” Angel could tell that his words were not getting through, that this man had closed his mind to other possibilities and nothing they could say or do would change his worldview in the slightest. Some people were too narrow-minded and stubborn for their own good and this knight was one such person.

“It is not her fault! She's human now!” Xander was upset that this man would murder a teenager if given the chance.

“The key is too dangerous ... to be allowed to exist. No matter what form it has been pressed into.” The knight intoned as if it were some ancient teaching. “You've no idea what you've gotten yourself into.” Spike was immediately on the defensive as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Why don't you tell me?” He challenged.

“What do you know of the beast?” The knight asked hoping to change their minds before he finished bleeding out.

“Strong. Fast. Hellgod.” Xander answered snuggling into Angel’s side.

“From a dimension of unspeakable torment,” the knight acted like this was some huge news but something that the lovers already knew thanks to the Watcher’s Council.

“A demon dimension. I know. She ruled with two other hellgods, right?” Xander replied when his lovers didn’t say anything, letting him direct this conversation.

“Along with the beast they were a triumvirate of suffering and despair. Ruling with equal vengeance. But the beast's power grew beyond even what they could conceive. As did her lust for pain and misery. They looked upon her, what she had become ... and trembled.” This was news to them and Xander shuffled nervously while Angel answered.

“A god afraid?”

“Such was her power. They feared she would attempt to seize their dimension for herself, and decided to strike first. A great battle erupted. In the end, they stood victorious over the beast ... barely. She was cast out. Banished to this lower plane of existence, forced to live and eventually die trapped within the body of a mortal ... a newborn male, created as her prison. That is the beast's ... only weakness.” He was fading fast and they all knew it, but Spike was more interested in the knight’s last words.

“Kill the man ... and the god dies,” he spoke out loud suddenly sure he knew the man’s identity.

“Unfortunately, the identity of the human vessel has never been discovered.” Spike was about to explain that it had to be Ben but Xander interrupted him.

“I don't understand. Now, I've seen Glory. Not a whole lot going on in the hairy chest department.”

“You have seen a glimpse of the true beast. Her power was too great to be completely contained. She's found a way to escape her mortal prison ... for brief periods, before her energies are exhausted and she's forced back ... into her living cell of meat and bone.” He explained before slumping back becoming exhausted.

“Its Ben,” Spike whispered so that only his lovers heard, Xander’s eyes widened in shock but Angel didn’t say anything, having come to the same conclusion.

“What about the key?” Angel asked wanting as much information as he could get before the general died.

“The key ... is almost as old as the beast itself. Where it came from, how it was created ... the deepest of mysteries. All that is certain is that its power is absolute. Countless generations of my people have sacrificed their lives in search of it, to destroy it before its wrath could be unleashed.” The General did not see the harm in telling them all he knew, he realised that him and his order had failed and if his knowledge helped these people stop the beast then his sacrifice would not have been completely wasted.

“But the monks found it first.” Spike told him.

“Yes, and hid it with their magicks.” The Knight agreed, still sore about that point.

“Why didn't they just destroy it? If the key is as dangerous as…” Xander asked but was cut off by a growling knight.

“Because they were fools,” he hissed with as much venom a dying man could possess. “They thought they could harness its power for the forces of light. They failed, and paid with their blood,” his contempt for the monks was evident.

“What does the key do? What was it made for?” Angel asked knowing that the knight was running out of time.

“It was created ... to open the gates that separate dimensions. The beast will use its power ... to return home and seize control of the hell she was banished from.” Xander laughed and all three men looked at him in astonishment.

“That's it? That's Glory's master plan ... to go home?” Spike smirked as he realised what had tickled his human lovers funny bone. Angel still looked blank and Spike vowed that when this was all over they would sit down and watch ET.

“You misunderstand. Once the key is activated, it won't just open the gates to the beast's dimension. It's going to open all the gates. The walls separating realities will crumble.” Xander gasped as how serious the situation was seeped into his brain. “Dimensions will bleed into each other. Order will be overthrown and the universe will tumble into chaos ... all dark ... forever.” The knight sighed knowing his time was up, he could know leave the world, what happened next would not affect him and he could have peace. His eyes closed as his spirit left his broken body. Xander, Spike and Angel were left standing there in dismay.
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