.::. Concrete Angel .::.
.::. Summary .::. Connor and Angel have resolved everything between them yet still step on the occasional rocky path. When Connor meets a girl he can't help but feel attracted to her. But her life is far from perfect. What happens when the Fang Gang discover she lives a life of hell on earth.
.::. Pairing .::. Connor/OC
.::. Disclaimer .::. I own nothing in Angel although I wished I owned a copy of Spike, Angel and Connor *drools*. However I do own the original character. Daisy McKendrick.
.::. Chapter One .::.
It was a normal night of patrolling for the Fang Gang. It was quiet. It almost seemed to quiet. But the Gang took time to enjoy the quiet atmosphere and now sat in Caritas with drinks in front of them. Connor was sipping at his coke as a demon moved to the stage and began singing a bad version of I ain't No Quitter by Shania Twain.
The fellow demons clapped however Connor was trying his best not to laugh along with Spike who had just downed another Shot of Tequilla. It was around the time another demon stepped on stage Angel said,
"We should do another round of patrolling."
Connor, Spike, Gunn, Cordellia, and Fred looked at him and nodded and they all stood. They waved goodbye to Lorne and headed out. Connor and Spike Patrolled together but as always they split up to cover more ground. Connor passed the park fence and went to the gate entrance and began walking down the small sidewalk in the park.
He passed the lake and moved to the playground. As he began to walk across the mulch covered play area. He heard sniffling. Looking around he spotted a small figure on the swings. Sitting with its head down. Connor approached and stayed prepared in case it was a demon or a vampire but then he caught a sound of the heartbeat and lowered his demeaneor some He walked over and stood next to the swing set.
The figure was of a teenage girl. She was small for her age but it was obvious she was not a little kid. She had blond hair that shown in the moonlight overhead, She stood around probably five feet and maybe a few inches. She was wearing torn jeans and a baggy shirt that was torn as well. In Connor's eyes she had obviously been through something. Her crying only confirmed it.
"Are you okay?"
He asked, The girl startled and looked at him. She scurried from the swing and backed away, shaking as she did,
"Please don't hurt me."
She said in a hoarse whisper that was almost inaudible. Connor got a look at her face it was red on the side and tearstreaked. It looked as if she had been hit. He scanned her quickly. Her arms were bruised slightly and she was thin. Thinner than he was after he got away from Holtz.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I was passing and heard you crying... Are you alright?"
He asked again she looked at him with wide green eyes. Eyes that looked like emerald gem stones. She shook her head and sank to the ground and covered her ears and gripped her hair in her fingers,
"I can't tell. I'll get hurt."
She muttered. Connor caught it and wanted to know what was wrong but questioning would lead to her wondering how he heard. She looked like an angel he wondered how anything or anyone would want to or would hurt her.
He knelt down next to her and touched her shoulder, causing her to flinch and pull away. He frowned slightly. then got the wiff of an irony like smell. Blood. he could see it dried on her shirt near her neck.
"Let me help you. You've been hurt."
She shook her head and burst into tears,
"No, no help. It'll make it worse please just leave me alone. I don't want to be punished."
She said as she stood and moved away and begain walking. Connor was tempted to follow. But thought against it. Getting a good wiff of her scent from the air he moved from the park and began running across town. He soon found his Father and Cordellia.
"Dad!"
He shouted as he neared and came to a stop. Angel looked at Connor worry crossing his features,
"What is it Con? Is something wrong, did something happen?"
He asked. Connor looked at his father and then said,
"I was patrolling in the park and came across a girl. She was. I don't know. She was skinny, tiny. had some blood on her. She was scared to death and was going on about not wanting to be punished or to get hurt. She wouldn't let me help her she got up and walked off but I feel it. She needs help. Her eyes they were pleading for help. Help she can't ask for."
Connor said looking between Angel and Cordellia.
"I know her scent. We can follow her."
Angel looked at his son and said,
"Whoa, Hold up. Slow down some... alright. We'll follow lets go back and trace the scent."
He said, the look in his son's eyes when he explained told him. That this girl he was talking about needed help, and was far to terrified to ask for it. The three went back to the park and Angel and Connor followed her scent to a road on the opposite side of the park up to an intersection. Then it just vanished. A stronger scent that smelt of alcohol and smoke was present.
The group looked at each other. Angel and Connor knowing it was a dead end. They met up with Gunn, Fred, and Spike and headed back to the Hyperion. They went over the very unactive demon and vampire patrol and then began discussing the park incident, Connor had. Fred frowned slightly,
"Poor Girl. Something bad must be going on or have had to happen for her to be like that. Especially if she was as skiddish as Connor says."
Gunn and Cordellia nodded in agreement along with Connor and Angel. Spike seem to be thinking the same thing as he also nodded sollemly.
.::. Authors Note .::. There it is. Chapter One. Chapter Two will hold much more. I hope, I am trying to move things at a even pace and have events happen fast yet not so fast it seems unnatural. But I can assure a bit more will go on in chapter two. Chapter 3 will most likely be packed with event happenings. Hope you like. Please Read and Review. Also I know Connor is probably a bit OOC but I haven't been able to catch alot of Connor Episodes to see his personality but thats why I set this a bit where him and Angel don't have many problems. I also see Connor as a kind and caring person.
