Authors Note: I still plan on continuin S, I'm just currently at a block as to how to get where I'm going in the story! No worries, I will continue it soon.

Also, this story takes place After the Fall (Last episode aired of Angel the Series).

Disclaimer: Angel the Series and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon and Kazui Productions. All rights reserved to them. I make no profit off this story. I only own the main character.

Chapter one: Feathers

Los Angeles. The City of Angels.

Connor sighed at the thought. He didn't believe in angels or Heaven. The only thing he believed in was that life on Earth could be shit, and that he was probably going to Hell when he died.

So he swung his arm out and plunged the stake into the vampire he was fighting.

It was odd in his opinion, the fact that life seemed so...normal. He was sure, that day that Angel had incurred the wrath of Wolfram and Hart, that the apocalypse would start. But, oddly enough, it didn't.

Of course, there was a small increase in evil creatures. But not by too much, just enough that he had to ditch his dream of a normal boy life and take up his title of the Destroyer again.

Or at least, he was the Destroyer when he didn't have classes.

For you see, Connor was enrolled in Sunnydale University. He was only in LA to visit his father, his /real/ father. Angel, after all, it was winter break. And he had decided to visit Angel and the gang for a weekend before Christmas.

After dusting the vamp, Connor grabbed his backpack, slung it over his shoulders and continued on his way to the Hyperion.

After leaving Wolfram and Hart, Angel and gang had gone back to the hotel, just like in the old days.

Connor swung the door open to the lobby and threw his backpack onto the couch.

"Anyone home?" He called out. No one had known he was coming, he had decided to surprise everyone.

Although, he was the one surprised when a girl, obviously close in age to him, popped up from under the lobby desk with a shocked look.

"Um...Hi...Was Angel expecting you...?" She looked at him as if searching for a name.

Connor stared at her before answering, taking in her appearance.

She wore black pants and a light blue tank that dipped low in back, exposing a large portion of her back.

She tapped her right foot impatiently, drawing his attention to the old sneakers she wore before he looked back up to her face. Her eyes were a very light shade of blue. She was obviously uncomfortable with his stare as she began tugging on her long black hair.

"Umm...Do you have a name?" She asked softly, fidgeting nervously under his gaze.

"Connor." He said, deciding she wasn't hard on the eyes.

"Oh!" She perked up. "I've heard of you! You're Angel's son!" She said with a smile as she bounded over and shook his hand.

"Yeah." He pulled his hand away from her. "Is he here? And who are you?"

"Sylene. And yes, but everyone is kinda asleep. It is pretty late, you know?" She nodded.

"Oh yeah. Kinda forgot it was so late. Why are you awake?" He eyed her, wondering exactly who she was and how she had joined Angel Investigations.

"I don't sleep." She said matter-of-factly.

He laughed at her joke. "Don't sleep? Like ever?" He rolled his eyes. "Okay, seriously. Why are you awake its..." He looked at his cell phone's clock. "Three am?! Damn, it is late."

"I just told you. I don't sleep. Ever." She tilted her head and he then realized she meant it.

"What...are you?" He asked.

She grinned.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Was her only answer.

"Sy, why are you making so much- Connor?" Angel asked as he stepped into the lobby, staring at the teens.

"Hey dad. Thought I'd visit for the weekend, didn't mean to get in so late though." Connor shrugged.

"I shall take my leave and let you two speak." Sylene bounded out the door and outside.

Connor heard a slight whoosh and he frowned wondering what it was but didn't get to question it as Angel clapped him on the shoulder.

"I'm glad you came, son."

::Sylene's POV::

I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the wind on my face. That boy, Connor...For the son of two vampires, he wasn't bad looking.

I'm glad he came to visit, Angel will be glad to see him.

I looked at the ocean far below me and grinned. I tucked my wings in and dived straight into the cold, salty water. I floated with the fish for a few minutes before surfacing.

I should get back.

I swam to shore and walked home. I loved the ocean. But there was a downside to swimming in it, the salt water was hard on my feathers.

Yes, feathers. Wings. I have them, after all, what kind of angel would I be if I didn't?

I walk into the Hyperion, noticing Connor and Angel must have retired to their beds, I decide to do the same. Not to sleep, as I don't need to. But more so I could shower the salt out of my feathers.

I walk up the stairs and straight into my bedroom, stripping completely naked and throwing my clothes onto the bed.

::Connor's POV::

Angel and I talked for quite a while before he decided to retire to his bed, I told him I would do the same.

"I'll walk you to a room." Angel had said, but I shrugged him off, remembering where my room had been when I lived here.

"Its fine, I got it."

So I walked into my old room, dropped my stuff, kicked off my shoes and plopped into bed without turning the light on.

I was drifting off to sleep when I was all of a sudden assaulted with cloth. I sat up straight in bed, only to be greeted with the sight of Sylene naked in front of me, her skin illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. I was about to ask her what she was doing when I noticed her wings.

Large white wings. Her wing span must have been a tad to much to unfurl them in the small room, so she kept them tucked up against her.

"What the hell..." I whispered it before realizing.

At the sound of my voice she whipped around to stare at me, shock on her face, yet she made no move to cover herself up.

"Why are you in my room?" She asked.

"This is my room." I replied.

She strode over and turned the lights on.

I averted my eyes from her naked form, but not before noticing the long white scar that ran from her left breast to her right hip. As I looked away I noticed the room was full of her things.

"Oh." I said as I looked around.

"Its fine, I guess." She then strode into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard the shower running and grabbed my things and quickly went to pick another room to stay in.

I was pretty sure I knew who was going to be occupying my dreams tonight.

::Sylene::

I scrubbed my wings carefully, not wanting to matte my feathers or accidentally pull any out. As I scrubbed I wondered why Connor had not noticed my things in my room. I supposed he must have just laid down and went to sleep without thinking on it.

Did Angel not tell him I had taken over this room? I liked it because it had a nice view of the stars at night from the window.

I also wondered why he had seemed so upset by my being there. I frowned as I began to rinse my wings off.

Sometimes, humans experienced emotions I did not understand, I figured that must have been why he looked uncomfortable. I must have accidentally triggered one of those emotions. But which one?

I feel emotions and understand them well enough, but there are a couple that I am incapable of feeling.

Embarrassment, Shame, true love, and Guilt.

It must have been one of those. By process of elimination, I determined that he was either guilty for not noticing he was in my room, or embarrassed by my lack of clothing. For, as I am told oft by Wesley, people got uncomfortable with nudity.

But at least I am more in tune to emotions than Illyria was. Illyria barely felt anything, and when she did, she didn't understand it.

I finished up and dried myself before clothing in sleepwear and lying down in bed.

I spent the rest of the night with my eyes closed, meditating until sunrise.