Just A Little
Unwell
Connor/Dana
By Vixen
With all the power
Wolfram and Hart had access to, they still couldn't fix Connor's life
with a simple spell. The memories slipped out slowly at first, barely
noticeable to the humans he lived with. He became obsessed with
thoughts of vampires. They were coming for him; he knew it. They
didn't exist; he also knew that. It meant very little when he'd wake
up screaming at night, feeling death's fingers creeping over him,
pulling him back to where he belonged.
Once the crack in his
sanity had begun, it deepened, and the past couldn't be contained. It
mixed with hid new memories and soon he couldn't tell which was which
or who was an enemy. In his mind, everyone was guilty and they all
deserved to be punished. One home had given him away, another had
lied to him and called him part of their family, and he wanted
vengeance. He craved it. Someone, he couldn't remember who, had
taught him the scriptures in Bible. The eye for an eye passage had
been one of his favorites.
His parents, his fake parents he
reminded them, sent him to a specialist after he attempted to kill
his sister, his fake sister he reminded himself. Did she even exist?
Did he? Nothing besides his need for revenge was real anymore. He was
only in his new prison, the San Francisco Psychiatric Hospital, for a
short while before being move to a place in England. The doctors said
it was because he was a special case, but he already knew that. While
everyone else in the place was crazy, he was special because he knew
the truth.
The doctors in the new place poked around his
insides mulling through his emotions, searching for something to fix.
They tried their tricks, played their games, and tried to find some
part of him that would accept the irrational as true. All their
attempts at saving him failed though, because Connor was through
lying to himself.
There was another in the place that knew the
truth. He found her one night after escaping from lock-down in his
room. The doctors should have known the boy couldn't be restrained
for long. Connor was headed for the exit when he passed by her room,
saw her rocking back and forth on her bed and mumbling a language he
didn't understand. After he broke down her door, the girl switched to
speaking in English, though her words were just as confused and
jumbled, "Heart and head. It doesn't hurt if you don't
move."
He moved towards her warily, watching as she
struggled against the bonds the doctors had placed on her. There was
something about the strength in her muscles, the force of her words,
her wild eyes that drew Connor forward, even when he knew escape was
more important. He reached for her chart that hung on the end of the
bed, "Dana. Your name is Dana?"
She screamed, low
and guttural, trying to undo her shackles by sheer will alone.
"Slayer."
"A vampire slayer?" He asked
standing over her bed, reaching out for her arm roughly to check for
a tattoo. He remembered one slayer, but this wasn't her. Alarms
started to go off in the building, making him react quicker. They'd
be coming for them soon. Undoing the bed straps, he smiled
mercilessly, "Good news, Dana. I'm in need of a Slayer. You're
coming with me."
As soon as the slayer was free, she
kicked him across the room. "No. You won't take me again. I
stole your hands, you can't take me now."
Connor could
hear people running down the hallway, doctors. They were coming for
them, but they'd be too late and he'd be gone. First though, he was
going to take care of the Slayer. He tackled her just as she was
about to leave the room, "You're wrong, Dana. I've still got my
hands," He tightened them around her neck, squeezing the life
from her. She struggled, but as dripping IV in the corner attested,
she still had drugs in her system.
He would have killed her,
but the sound of a doctor approaching brought him back to his
surroundings. Lifting the slayer's body over his shoulder, Connor
left the small room behind. It was time to leave their prison. There
was a doctor and a security guard waiting for them in the hallway,
but Connor was able to knock them over with a wheeled gurney.
One
of them reached for a walkie-talkie, "Mr. Giles. Connor's
escaping, we can't-"
His sentence was cut off when Connor
reached down and snapped the doctor's neck. The security guard was
already dead, they made a pretty picture lying dead together. Served
them right for trying to keep him locked away from the rest of the
world when Connor knew he was right. The boy grabbed the still
unconscious Dana from off the gurney where he had left her. Carrying
her out of the hospital, he evaded those who tried to stop them. By
the time they got away, Connor had only killed two people, though he
wished it had been more. They deserved more.
When Dana awoke
in his arms, Connor had to struggle for her not to attack him. He
dragged her behind a city building, the smell of urine seeped up from
the brick wall and above them the sky was black. It would rain soon,
they needed to get to shelter. She beat her fists against his chest,
so he punched her across the face, and their fight from the hospital
continued.
Ducking a punch, he yelled, "I just saved you
from that hell. Would you have liked if I left you there instead? For
the doctor's to pry open with their endless questions and medicine
that would make a liar out of you? You know the truth. That's good.
So do I."
"Truth?" She angrily brushed her hair
away from her face, focusing her eyes on him dangerously. "Vampires.
We fight them. We die. It's tradition. Passed down.. ages and ages..
We kill them."
"There's only one I'm interested in
killing," Connor told her, his look just as dangerous. He had to
search his mixed up memories for the right name, but when he found
it, his mouth spit it out like a vile thing, "Angel."
"Angel,"
She agreed, her mouth forming a twisted smile.
Connor stepped
closer to her, adrenaline still racing through his veins. She was a
deadly kind of beauty, and only more enticing because she knew the
truth, in their crazy world made for two, they were after the same
thing. Death for those who stood against them. He couldn't stop
himself from tasting her. Their mouths melded together, as he draped
one arm around her back, pulling her closer. She wrestled against
him, but that only made Connor want her more. He needed this. He
needed to know that he wasn't alone. The world might be a cold messed
up place, but her warmth made him feel closer to whole.
It was
weeks before she trusted him after that, but he was not going to let
her go without another fight. Her brain a playground, he pushed and
pulled on the right triggers in her mind until she began to trust
him. Stockholm's Syndrome was a very useful tool when he understood
how to brainwash her correctly. They stayed in London long enough to
save up a plane ticket back to Los Angeles, where the demons Connor
knew too well would be waiting for them. Angel knew he had escaped,
Connor had heard that in the demon underground he and Dana had made
their home amongst.
The demons didn't bother him anymore;
there were worse things out there than them. There were fathers who
lied to you, did spells on you, and locked you up in psychiatric
hospitals. All because they thought Connor was a threat. That just
made him laugh. A vampire walked free to run the biggest evil
corporation in the world, and they called Connor a threat. It wasn't
right.
Standing in front of the Wolfram and Hart office
building, Connor held a gun in one hand and Dana's hand in his other.
He gave her hand a squeeze and asked, "Ready?"
She
answered him in a dead language and held up a stake. She was
ready.
They burst in the doors and wasted no time getting to
work. Connor dispatched the security guards at the front desk with a
bullet through each of their heads before they could even react. With
any luck, the people on Angel's floor wouldn't even know anyone had
entered the building. Connor would be able to surprise them all, and
he would finally get the peace he'd been after. Darting for the
stairs, he tugged his vampire slayer along. They took the steps two
at a time, their unnatural strength driving them on.
When they
reached the right floor, Connor grabbed Dana and kissed her roughly.
She returned his affections, somewhere on the trip back to California
she'd fallen in love with him, if it could even be called love.
Neither of them knew what to call their relationship that was based
solely on need. Their one last moment ended and they stormed into the
lobby, eager to do what they traveled thousands of miles to
accomplish.
Connor thrust the gun out, shooting at anything
that moved. Dana followed suit with her stake, slaying all vampires
she came in contact with. There were so many screams shattering the
air, Connor couldn't help but laugh. For all their power, Wolfram and
Hart would fall quickly to him and his slayer. People started
running, leaving the office, but Connor wouldn't let them. He
reloaded and shot again, over and over, missing no one.
When
the last of the humans fell, Connor looked over as Dana fought a
vampire with bleach blond hair. The way she worked, her animal
instincts, they drove him on just as much as they did her. Soon there
was nothing but dust where once there had been a vampire. Dana
grinned savagely and bolted down a hallway after noticing another
vampire that had been trying to flee the room.
Connor surveyed
their work; bodies littered the floor along with wasted blood. There
was one person missing from the massacre, the one who was responsible
for everything, the one who had left him. He heard footsteps behind
him. The smell carried on the air; he didn't have to turn around. The
words twisted around vehemently when Connor finally spoke, "Hi,
Dad."
"Connor. What have you done?"
The
boy spun around, finding something funny in his father's question,
"What have I done? Me? I haven't done anything. This was all
your fault. You lied to me," He pulled the trigger on the gun,
pointing it at his father's head. "Again," He shot again,
aiming straight for the brain. "And again." Connor emptied
the cartridge, aiming for the same spot. It wouldn't kill his father,
but it would leave him in a coma for the rest of his immortal time.
If Angel ever did recover, he'd be insane. There were too many pieces
of his brain splattered against the wall for him to ever have a
normal life again, too many pieces missing. Just like the pieces
missing from Connor's life.
Thinking it a justified ending to
their relationship, Connor nodded and walked over to Dana. She had
just reentered the room, covered in dust; she'd done her job just as
well. He picked her up in his arms, twirled her around, the puddles
of blood on the floor lapping at his feet. They were a wonderful
team; each filled with so much hate. He could see many more conquests
in store for their future.
He fucked her there, amongst the
dead bodies, made her body rise and fall, and finally felt
peace.
.END.
