"Immortal Beloved..." CXX...
PG-13
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Disclaimers? We ain't got no disclaimers...I don' need to show you
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It's all yours and ME's...
Spoilers for Angel to the bitter end...Flee at once!...
Summary: Though the standard IB format, one of (120) versions of
events
following the end of Angel S5 episodes from "Girl in Question"
through
to "Not Fade Away" and beyond...
Archived (soon) at the 'Normal' Buffyverse page of the Buffy Rebecca
verse at -http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/buffyrebecca/index.html
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scroll down to "Immortal Beloved" series
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LA...Midst of battle as a vast, mostly lumbering horde of creatures
somewhat other than human in general appearance tries to regroup and
find its rather relatively tiny target in the muddle and confusion of
its repeated botched charges...
"Hang on a sec...They've fallen back..."
"Yeah...Say that Marcus bloke's blood is something...We're tearing
them to shreds...We keep this up and we might actually unlive through
this thing..."
"Please...They're mostly trampling and killing each other...Half of
them can't recognize a fellow demon from a lamp post...The rest don't
care what they kill...Just try and keep 'em busy till Illyria's had
enough time to get Charlie back...You ok?..."
"What's that supposed to mean?..."
"Spike, I only count three limbs on you..."
"The other arm's around here somewhere, I'll find it later...I'm
holdin' my own up, poof...Just stop trying to protect that precious
hair for Ms. Nina and join the party..."
"Is a whale of a time..." broad grin...
"That it is... Say...The boys and girls seem to be thinking it
over..." wave at where the nearest part of the horde was now trying to
sort itself into some kind of attack order...
"Should be a while..."
"And barely two hours till dawn...This is a piece of cake..."
"Uh-huh..." grin... "You did see me nail..."
"Yeah, for the fifth time...I saw...It was lovely...Though how one
could help but hit a thirty-foot dragon from six feet..."
"Hey...I killed it with two hits..."
"Some of us could've done it with one...Spared the poor thing a
little agony..."
"Shut up..."
"Tell me you didn't have that bloke with the red horns take a
picture..."
"It was for the record..."
"Oh, please..."
"They're nearly ready to try again..." point to where the horde had
managed to assume a vague kind of formation...A number more
preoccupied with dining on their wounded or dead comrades...Several
apparent leaders trying to beat or kill their way to establishing
order...
"Well, we'll lead 'em a merry chase...Ummn...You haven't
seen...Anything...?"
"No, not yet...Will, I don't want to be a bearer of bad tidings,
but..."
"I'm not expectin' her, Angel...Just would be nice if the Council
remembered a couple of Saviors of Humanity and dispatched a few
Slayers our way...You know what we need for this one...?"
"I saw a burned-out bar back there..." point...
"No...Well, yeah, a pint or some whiskey'd be nice...But I mean a
fight song..."
"A what?..."
"We need a good fight song...Get the spirits...And we the soul boys
got 'em in droves...And that Marcus blood up..."
"Are you out of..."
"Best to get movin'..." wave at the now charging mass... "Yeah..."
Pant... "Any ideas?..." "Lets try back through the alley there..."
"Ok, throw those barrels down...Good...They'll be channeled down here
to a six-thing line..."
"I meant about the song..."
"Spike!!..."
"Hmmn?...Oh..." turns to ram a long pole in his remaining hand into a
huge gray cross between a giant armadillo and ten foot
hedgehog...Angel despatching the driver... "Thanks...Now, I'd say a
good ole Irish ballad...As a courtesy to the bog-trotting bloss-
man..." Pulls a sheet from his pocket...
Hmmn...? "You brought the lyrics with you?..."
"For the Big One?...Natch... 'Sides, after I got Will, Jr. settled at
Miss Nina's before I went to the poetry slam I had some time on my
hands..."
Stares at sheet in his hands...Spike?...
Wait... 'Will, Jr.?'...
"'The Spanish Lady'?...Spike?...What kind of fight song is that?..."
"The best kind, mate...For two idiot romantics..." grin...
Which after a moment's stare was returned...
"All set?...You start...." "Hell, you wanted to do this, you start."
"I like this, I show a little friendly feeling...I could've chosen an
English song, ya know." "Spike?!" "Yeah?" "Duck!"
Whizz of hard-thrown battleaxe...Sound of thud of said axe burying
itself into the wrong Undead target, accompanied by scream of pain and
howl of rage... "Thanks?" "For what, poof?...I saw it. So?..." "I
still don't see what we need a fight song for..." "And you call
yourself a expatriate IrishUnman?"
"The Spanish Lady..."
"As I went down to Dublin city,
At the hour of twelve at night,
Who should I see but a Spanish lady,
Washing her feet by candlelight.
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coal,
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul..."
CHORUS:
"Whack (Arggh!!!!...Accompanying screams of several 'whacked'
creatures, the massed line of demons, falling back a moment...) fol
the toora, toora laddy
Whack (Sound of poles skewering several in the front line, more
screams...) fol the foora loora lay..."
"Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay..."
("We have them, charge them, kill them, you dolts!..." cry of demonic
Senior Partner Joseph, bald, lizard-eyed little nearly human-looking
fellow, in remarkably crisp suit, from the third row line..."What the
hell?...Are they singing?..." he turns to a junior commander...)
"As I came back through Dublin city
At the hour of half past eight..". (Ahhhhh...Arghh...A huge blue
furball of a creature is thrown back upon the front line...)
"Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Brushing her hair in the broad daylight.
First she tossed it, then she brushed it,
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam..."
("You cowardly...! We outnumber them five thousand to...!!" Joseph
hollers at the paralyzed force before him, holding now in front of
Angel's and William's flimsy barricade of barrels and trash...Hum...He
falls back a bit as some flaming wreckage is hurled his way by
Angel...)
CHORUS:
"Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay..."
("Hey they're good..." one in the front rank notes to a
likewise,greenish, six-foot insectlike comrade... "Not bad..." his
fellow shrugs...Both turning to force a panicky way back through the
mass as the barrels, now burning with gas siphoned by Spike from
several destroyed cars, roll their way...)
"Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay..."
("Oh, demon Lord..." Joseph sighs, head in hands, as the huge massive
wedge of Demonity stumbles back in panic...A good part of the front
row screaming and on fire... "Sir?..." "What now, Winthrop?..." he
stares at his junior... "Sir, we've a report..." Hideous screams from
the far rear of the demon mass... "What the Hell is...?" "Sir, I
think they've got reinforcements coming on our rear..." "What?...What
reinforcements?...Angel's kid and that broken-down wreck of an ex-
demon queen?...Tell the fellas in the rear to get some guts and..." )
"I stopped to look but the watchman passed says he "young fella now
the night is late
Along with you now or I will wrestle you
Straight way throught the Bride-well Gate"..."
("And there they go...!" Spike hollers... "Not quite...!" Angel points
to a number of monkey-like things crawling along the walls of the
buildings in the alley...)
"I blew a kiss to the Spanish Lady
Hot as a fire of angry coals
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul..."
CHORUS:
"Whack (Hideous monkeylike squeal...) fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay..."
("Sir...?" "What?..." Joseph turns to call to another commander...
"Damnit...Get those monkey boys some support!!...The only fellas in
our whole army with a few balls between...What?...What more to make
this the worse night of Demonity's existence?..." "Sir, we think it's
more than Angel's son and Illyria advancing on our rear...")
"Whack fol the toora, toora laddy ("Hang in there, poof..."
Arhhhhh....Another monkey creature falls to its death from Spike's
spear hit... "...they're ready to run..." Dozens of the monkey
creatures now charging across the walls of the buildings... "Uh-
huh...Spike, time to fall back..." "Just a mo, poof...")
"Whack fol the foora loora lay..." (Spike skewers two flying monkeys
as they bear down... "Didn't think they had more air support...Guess
we'd best pull back a bit...")
"As I went out through Dublin City as the hour of dawn was nigh
Who should I see but the Spanish Lady
I was lonely and want to sigh
First she coaxed me then she chid me
Then she laughed at my sad plight
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet as on that night..."
("Holy Christ..." Spike stares at the figure now regarding him with a
grin from the top of the nearest alley building to the left from which
several monkey creatures poised for a swoop now fell dead... "Holy
shit!..." Joseph in his ranks stares at the figures now appearing
along the building roofs...His own creatures falling from the walls as
a rain of stakes pour down... "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph..." Angel
stares... "Hey, watch it, girls!!..." "Hold it, ladies!...Hey, you
blonde twerp!!...You better damn well still be in one piece!!...Say,
great song, guys!..." Buffy calls...)
CHORUS: (remarkably louder now...)
"Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay
Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay..."
("Sir...? Why are we singing?..." "Shut up and sing, all of you...They
won't kill us if we've surrendered and joined their Chorus..." Joseph
hisses...)
"I've wandered north and I've wandered south through Stoneybatter and
Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond
Round by Napper Tandy's house
("Who the bloody blazes...?" "How would I know? I only visited Dublin
once when I was ten...")
Old age has laid her hand on me
Cold as fire of ashey coals
But where, oh where, is my Summers Lady, neat and sweet about the
soul?"
("Damn it, poof, did you say 'Summers' at that last?...Did you know
all the time she was comin'?" "Who, me?" Hard stare... "Well, maybe
Giles did say he'd think things over when I called him the other
day..." grin...
"Fellas!!..." Hug for Angel...
"Ow!...Hey?!..." William rubs remaining arm...
"Jerk...Keepin' me hanging all year...Say...Oh, my God?!...Will, where
the hell's your...?..."
"Eh...It's around here, somewhere..."
"Angel?!!..You promised to watch out for him, damnit!!...You swore if
I kept to your plan and waited till we got the Immortal and his
Partners out in the open..."
"You did what?!..."
"Heh...Well, it all worked out right?...Hey, there's still one more
verse..")
CHORUS
"Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay
Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay."
("Guys...Will, did you write that?..." eager beam...
"He certainly did...'The Summers' Lady' , he calls it..." Angel nods
solemnly...Will giving him a...
"Oh, Will...That's beautiful...You really are a jackass, you
know...Rome and making me wait so long and all, I mean...But that's
beautiful...And I suppose it was all Angel's and Giles' fault, them
and their 'big plan'..."
Uh...Angel eyes the glaring faces...
"Anyway, it's beautiful...Like that poem you wrote for me..." she
beamed again...
"Ummn...? Thanks...Just an adaptation, really...Poem?..."
"'To Cicely', stupid...Geesh, Angel?...Didn't you tell him about the
Watcher archives?..."
"Must've slipped my mind in all the confusion these last
days...Cicely..." he eyes her... "How's about one more
verse?...Spike?...Spike?..."
"Will?...You ok, honey?...William?...Oh, geesh...Great way to tell
him, Angel..." she holds the limp Will in her arms...)
CHORUS
"Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay
Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay."
("Will you guys shut up and somebody get me some water?!..." Buffy
calls...)
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