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Spike dodged Nikki’s flying kick, before snapping the chain and cracking Xin Rong in the face, spinning her through the air. Anne struck her son in the back with both fists, as Drusilla held Spike by the shoulders and drove her knee into his groin

“Okay, somewhat understandable,” Spike groaned, falling to his knees in pain

“Get him now while he’s down,” Nikki called

Spike gritted his fangs and rolled away from Nikki, smacking her leg out from underneath her, making her lose her balance. Seizing on the moment, Spike rose up and shoved her aside, then spun around and used Xin Rong’s momentum to throw her into Nikki, taking them both down, as he faced Drusilla and his mother

“Bad Spike. You’ve been a wicked, wicked boy and must be punished,” Drusilla said, “How shall we punish him, Mother-in-law?”

“He killed us all, my dear girl,” Anne replied, “We’ll return the favour”

“Well, lucky for you, you’re not my real mother,” Spike said

Anne growled, baring her fangs, before charging at her son. He stood his ground, inclining his head at the last moment to dodge her punch and drove his fist into her stomach, then dropped her to the ground with an elbow to the back, before getting tackled to the ground by Drusilla, with her ending up on top

“Bringing back memories?” Spike smirked

Drusilla responded by punching him in the face. He growled and bucked his hips, throwing her off, then flipped up onto his feet, as Nikki’s fist slammed into his face. Reeling back from the blow, Spike blocked and backhanded her, then drove his boot into her stomach, throwing her back, as Xin Rong landed a kick on Spike’s jaw, throwing him onto his back. He groaned, before getting up and cracking Xin Rong across the jaw, then dived under Drusilla’s fist, grabbing the Vorax and whirling around, the blade slicing through Anne’s throat. Spike closed his gold eyes as Anne was reduced to dust. At that moment, Illyria came flying out of the air, ripping up about five metres of earth

“What the hell?” Spike asked, as a shadow fell over him, “Oh, holy crap!”

The massive form of Ollaiyrii towered over him, while Fred was walking before the Old One, a small deadly smile on her face, as Illyria got to her feet, wiping the blood away

“Illyria, do you know that guy?” Spike asked, “Cause it looks – oooph!”

“It’s my father,” Illyria replied, before backhanding Fred

Spike kicked Nikki in the stomach, then threw Drusilla aside, as Xin Rong kicked him in the face, spraying blood from his lips. Spike growled and swung his fist, but Xin Rong ducked under his arm, kicking him in the back. Spike got punched by Nikki and spun around with a kick to her chest, before grabbing the chain and wrapping it around his right arm. Drusilla lunged at Spike, but he struck her in the face with his chained fist, followed by a left punch and backhand, as Nikki tackled him to the ground. She straddled him and raised her stake over his back, when a dagger suddenly appeared in her chest

“Thanks, love,” Spike said as Nikki burst apart in a cloud of dust

Illyria dodged one of Ollaiyrii’s tentacles, then grabbed onto a second and hauled herself up. He tried slapping at her with his tentacles, but Illyria nimbly leapt from tentacle to tentacle, making her way up her father’s body and reaching his shoulders

“And just when I thought you couldn’t get any lower,” Ollaiyrii said, “You go and consort with a filthy vampire. They are the lowest of lows”

“Screw you, mate, with the filthy vampire crap,” Spike said, flipping him the bowfinger

“He is a Champion, Father,” Illyria said, dodging a tentacle, “He is my Champion”

“Bah! He is a vampire. Nothing more than common filth. Less significant than the muck that resides upon our feet”

“You are wrong”

A tentacle came flying at her and she jumped off, throwing a dagger at her father’s voice. His growl was loud as he struck Illyria, smashing her to the ground. Illyria didn’t move, as Ollaiyrii brought forth another tentacle to deal the final blow. However, Spike smacked Drusilla aside and kicked Xin Rong onto her back, before grabbing the Vorax and rushing to Illyria’s side, raising the Vorax towards Ollaiyrii’s oncoming tentacle. The blade buried into the flesh up to the hilt, as Ollaiyrii roared in pain and annoyance, removing his tentacle from the sword and swinging another towards Spike. He leapt over the tentacle and landed, just as Fred uppercutted him, while Illyria was trying to get up

“Fred? Oh, this seriously can’t be,” Spike said, getting up

“I’ve been telling myself that ever since I saw my father,” Illyria said

“This is the woman who’s trying to take my place by my dark prince’s side,” Drusilla said, glaring at Illyria with gold eyes, “Trying to play Mummy in my place”

“Who are you?” Illyria demanded, blue eyes blazing

“Uh, this is my sire, Drusilla. Drusilla, this is my missus, Illyria”

Drusilla growled and lunged at Illyria, who threw her into Fred, as Ollaiyrii swung again. The couple dived out of the way, as Xin Rong lunged at Spike. He sidestepped back, placing his hands on her head and pulling hard to one side, the bones in her neck snapping. Her body crumbled into dust, as Illyria kicked Drusilla in the stomach, before having to dive out of the way of Ollaiyrii’s tentacles, while Fred struck Spike in the face. A second blow from the same fist spun Spike around onto his hands and knees and he got to his feet, seeing another familiar face before him: Non

“I have no idea what you’re doing here,” Spike said, “Don’t feel remorse over your death. Cause that’s what I guess why the Slayers and my mother were here. Remorse”

“But I’m there in your mind,” Non said, “You did kill me”

“And I’ll happily do it again, you bloody minx”

Fred burst into dust when Illyria stabbed a dagger into her stomach, as Drusilla punched her in the back with both fists. Illyria stumbled and whirled around, getting a kick to the stomach, as Spike struck Non with his chained fist, followed by a blow to her stomach, then dropping her to the ground with an elbow strike to the back. Non rose up, kneeing Spike in the groin, then punched him in the face. Spike groaned in pain, as Non lifted him up onto his feet and slammed her elbow against his jaw, making him spit blood

“Come on, Spike, don’t give in so easily. That’ll be a shame”

Spike growled and headbutted her, before dropping to his knees, just as one of Ollaiyrii’s tentacles soared overhead and impaled Non through the torso. She gasped in surprise, as Ollaiyrii flung her body aside like she was nothing, her body crumbling into dust. Which now left Drusilla, who was fighting Illyria, and Ollaiyrii, who was waving his tentacles about. Spike grabbed the Vorax and the chain, before heading over to the fighting women

“Here, let me handle this,” Spike said, “You take care of your daddy issues”

Illyria looked up at her father, as Drusilla tried to hit her, but Spike was quicker, catching Drusilla’s arm and kicking her in the stomach, knocking her back

“My dark prince wants the goddess. No more place for me,” Drusilla said

“Well, considering the fact that you’re dead and I’m in this world created by the bloody Reaper where he plays around with the dead girls in my head and bring them to life”

Drusilla lunged at him, swinging her fist, but Spike caught her arm, using his other arm to trap her to his body, wrapping his arms around her and trying to keep her still

“Come on, love, let’s be nice about this, shall we?”

“Are you coming back to me, Spike?” Drusilla asked

“Sorry, love”

Cha-chink

Drusilla stared at Spike as she turned to dust before him. Spike sighed, resuming his human face as he clicked the stake back into his sleeve, before turning to the battle between Illyria and Ollaiyrii. The ex-goddess was doing her best to avoid her father’s tentacles, as Spike rushed in, took aim quickly and threw the Vorax towards Ollaiyrii’s face. He roared and removed the sword, before hurling it back down. Spike and Illyria dived out of the way when the sword buried into the ground up to the hilt. Just then, Ollaiyrii burst into a massive cloud of dust, as Spike pulled with all of his might on the sword, managing to wrench it free, then wiped the dirt away

“What does this mean now?” Illyria asked

“I have no idea, love,” Spike said, “But we survived. Painfully”

Just then, the entire landscape started to shift and change, morphing from a grassy field containing an asylum to a desolate wasteland. They were standing upon a cliff, which was overhanging a field filled completely with wooden stakes, while the sun blazed high in the sky, but without any effect on Spike

“Okay then. Illyria?”

“Yes?”

“I’m open to suggestions”

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