I wrote this story a couple of months ago when my brother. EvilEvilEvil man. Finally let me on his computer but I only just learnt to submit stories. So here it is. Plz don't judge me to. I'm to twisted to care.

Connor walked around the rat infested squat he called home it was dark out and he knew he should be out fighting vamps and demons saving the lives of strangers, but he couldn't he had other plans. He got the pen and paper and started to write the letter he had recited over and over in his head.

Dear dad

I want you to know I'm sorry I didn't ask to be born but I was I know that ever since I was born all i've done is destroy peoples lives Darla's yours Holtz's Fred Gunn Wes Lorne Cordy all because of me. So I'm going to make it right I'm going to fix whatever stupid cosmic mistake was made the night I was conceived. I know you never wanted me no one did. Darla killed herself so she didn't have to hear my first disgusting breath because she couldn't stand the feel of this thing squirming around inside her that's what farther said he said I had to be punished because I'm evil. You tried to love me at least I think you did and I'm grateful. I tried to be good I did my best honest but whatever I touched always just turned to nothing just a trail of destruction. I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted.

Love

Connor

Connor put the letter in an envelope and set it on the table he took out a knife put it against his wrists and dragged it along. He said goodbye to a world he never understood and a family he never got to truly have closed his eyes and died alone in the squat that he called home.

Angel walked up the stairs to his son's squat he needed to ask him if he had seen some demons from one of Cordy's vision he suddenly smelt blood. A lot of it. He ran up the stairs and flung open the door. He saw Connor lying in a pool of his own blood he ran towards him and checked his neck for a pulse. He didn't find one his son was dead. "No no this isn't happening please this isn't happening" angel whispered as he held Connors body in his arms he cried into his sons hair and held him close praying that through some miracle Connor would spring up and ask him what was going on. After about an hour angel carried Connor through the front doors of the hotel. " O hey angel…. O god what's wrong with him" Fred asked the others stared at him "he's dead" angel answered before breaking down n tears. The gang ran forwards and gasped at the sight of the teenage boy lying dead in his farther's arms.

Angel wiped the blood from Connors body as Wes got him a clean shirt to put on him. They pulled the shirt over Connors wiry frame and lay him down on angel's bed. Lorne came up to tell them the grave was ready and that Gunn had gotten a coffin from somewhere. "Angel we'll be downstairs bring him down when you're ready we have time." Wes said to his friend awkwardly where you suppose to say in these situations. Angel knelt by his sons body stroking his soft hair and crying, "this isn't fair" angel thought "Connors only a kid he had so much to live for why did he do it. This is my fault I should have seen this coming I should have helped him I should never have kicked him out why did I leave why was I so wrapped up in my own stupid fight that I couldn't see him struggling". Angel sighed through his tears and carried his sons body down the stairs his body was cold. It seemed wrong some how. Angel placed him gently in the coffin and kissed him on the forehead before putting on the lid and screwing it down. They buried him in the courtyard Fred and Lorne planted flowers over his grave in place of a headstone. Angel stood and looked at the freshly planted sunflowers and cried.

Angel Wes and Fred stood in Connors squat packing his things into boxes. He didn't have much just a few items of tattered clothing and some home made weapons nothing to suggest someone could ever have comfortably called the place home. "Hey angel this was on the table" Fred told the sad looking vampire as she held up a white envelope with dad scrawled on the front angel took it and read the message inside. Wes and Fred took this as a sign to leave and carried some of the boxes to the car. Angel dropped the letter to the floor and cried into his hands "o god Connor you were wrong you were wanted you were" angel thought "you didn't do anything wrong" angel picked up the note and thrust it into his pocket before leaving.