"Immortal Beloved..." CXX...



PG-13

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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 -https://www.angelfire.com/zine2/buffyrebecca/index.html , 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...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..." 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 laddyWhack (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...)

"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..."



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."





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