Spoilers: end of Buffy and Angel.
"I don't know about you guys," Angel gripped his sword, looking at the approaching demon army, "But I want to kill the dragon."
"Stand in line." Faith stepped from the shadows, "Heard about your little party, and figured you could use some help." Almost a dozen other slayers stepped out from the darkness, each one armed with a sword or axe.
"Sure." Spike managed to smile, "The more the merrier. Just wish you'd brought more friends..."
"Sorry: one emergency means one team." Faith looked round, "Now, where were we?"
Both sides charged at each other, daemon, slayer and vampire trading blow for blow in a desperate battle for survival. The demon solders in the service of the Circle of the Black Thorn's also entered battle with little or no regard for their own lives: all that mattered was extracting revenge on those who had killed their masters and anyone who stood beside them.
"To be in love
Must be the sweetest feeling that a girl can feel
To be in love..."
A soft voice started to feel the night, amplified by a portable PA system. The demons looked round in terror, many clutching their ears in pain. Both Spike and Angel looked likewise uncomfortable, while Illyria had apparently passed out.
"Where silver suns have golden moons
Each year has thirteen Junes
That's what must be for me...
To be in love..."
The Circle of the Black Thorn's army ran screaming into the night, the dragon flying out over the Pacific Ocean, never to be seen again.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Spike asked as the song ended, his ear still ringing.
"That? That was Minmei: one of the new Slayers." Faith smirked, cleaning the blood and guts off her sword with a rag, "Nice girl; demons seem to react strangle to her singing voice, but not exactly the brightest bulb in the box, if you catch my drift."
That was something that I've wanted to get finished for a very long time...