Title - Love Conquers Most
Author - Paige
Summary - Does love truly conquer all?
Rating - PG-13 for violence.
Disclaimer - Not mine.
Distribution - Really? Do you want it? Just ask!
Feedback - Please.
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Paige stared at him with huge eyes, her entire body trembling. The demon behind her chuckled, not recognizing the danger.
But Paige could see it, oh yes. In his eyes...Connor wasn't there, just an icy coldness.
Just the Destroyer.
And she was suddenly very, very afraid.
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The Destroyer drew in a deep breath, cold inside. "Let her go," he said, voice clear and flat.
The demon cuddled his mate closer, and a spike of anger shot through his soul. "Why should I?" the foul creature hissed. "I wanna keep her." He glanced at his minions. "Kill the brat."
A slow, predatory smile dawned on the young man's face. "Try it."
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He came back to himself moments later, surveying the carnage around him. Paige had pressed herself against the wall, as far away from him as her bonds would allow.
The demon who had held her was headless at his feet. Bastard.
Connor moved toward Paige, reaching for her arm, to help her up and know she was ok..
But she jerked away, scrambling to her feet and backing away a pace. "Oh, god, don't touch me. Please, Connor, just...don't touch me."
Faith stepped up and wrapped an arm around the trembling girl's shoulders. "It's alright, baby. Let's just get you back to the Hyperion, huh?" And the darker Slayer led the trembling Gypsy away, Paige's face buried in her leather-clad shoulder.
And Connor found himself staring after them, wondering what the hell he was going to do now.
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Paige was securely tucked into bed, in her favorite pj's with her favorite stuffed animal and a strong sedative in her system to calm her. Angel hadn't asked where Wes had gotten them, and Wes hadn't supplied the information. There was so much the vampire still didn't know about the Watcher...
He found Buffy waiting for him in the kitchen, watching Connor as he paced the lobby like a caged animal.
"He's afraid," she said softly.
Angel nodded. "He thinks he might lose her."
"Will he?"
He shrugged. "He might. The darker side of him...what he got from Darla and I...It scares her."
Buffy nodded thoughtfully, then looked up sharply. "Darla?"
Angel smiled and kissed her blonde hair. "It's another part of that long story. You go first. What's this I hear about Willow's...girlfriend?"
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Couch, door, pillar, window, repeat. Over and over and over until he thought the pattern was permanently branded to his brain.
What if she hated him? Thought him the monster he'd once considered Angel?
But then, wasn't he?
TBC...
Author - Paige
Summary - Does love truly conquer all?
Rating - PG-13 for violence.
Disclaimer - Not mine.
Distribution - Really? Do you want it? Just ask!
Feedback - Please.
--
Paige stared at him with huge eyes, her entire body trembling. The demon behind her chuckled, not recognizing the danger.
But Paige could see it, oh yes. In his eyes...Connor wasn't there, just an icy coldness.
Just the Destroyer.
And she was suddenly very, very afraid.
--
The Destroyer drew in a deep breath, cold inside. "Let her go," he said, voice clear and flat.
The demon cuddled his mate closer, and a spike of anger shot through his soul. "Why should I?" the foul creature hissed. "I wanna keep her." He glanced at his minions. "Kill the brat."
A slow, predatory smile dawned on the young man's face. "Try it."
--
He came back to himself moments later, surveying the carnage around him. Paige had pressed herself against the wall, as far away from him as her bonds would allow.
The demon who had held her was headless at his feet. Bastard.
Connor moved toward Paige, reaching for her arm, to help her up and know she was ok..
But she jerked away, scrambling to her feet and backing away a pace. "Oh, god, don't touch me. Please, Connor, just...don't touch me."
Faith stepped up and wrapped an arm around the trembling girl's shoulders. "It's alright, baby. Let's just get you back to the Hyperion, huh?" And the darker Slayer led the trembling Gypsy away, Paige's face buried in her leather-clad shoulder.
And Connor found himself staring after them, wondering what the hell he was going to do now.
--
Paige was securely tucked into bed, in her favorite pj's with her favorite stuffed animal and a strong sedative in her system to calm her. Angel hadn't asked where Wes had gotten them, and Wes hadn't supplied the information. There was so much the vampire still didn't know about the Watcher...
He found Buffy waiting for him in the kitchen, watching Connor as he paced the lobby like a caged animal.
"He's afraid," she said softly.
Angel nodded. "He thinks he might lose her."
"Will he?"
He shrugged. "He might. The darker side of him...what he got from Darla and I...It scares her."
Buffy nodded thoughtfully, then looked up sharply. "Darla?"
Angel smiled and kissed her blonde hair. "It's another part of that long story. You go first. What's this I hear about Willow's...girlfriend?"
--
Couch, door, pillar, window, repeat. Over and over and over until he thought the pattern was permanently branded to his brain.
What if she hated him? Thought him the monster he'd once considered Angel?
But then, wasn't he?
TBC...