He would get him for the cursed life he had gifted him.

He may have been his sire, his father, but he had left him with Holtz for 103 years.

Hadn't even tried to get him back.

He would pay dearly for that.

"I'm coming daddy." He thought viciously, rising from his coffin.

"I'm coming Angelus."

III

Gunn walked into the hotel, looking very displeased. Cordy looked up from the magazine she was skimming.

"What's wrong?" she asked, looking quite like she couldn't care less.

"Someone's been movin' in on our territory. Killed everything that wasn't nailed down."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Fred asked curiously.

"Well, ya I guess, but now I have nothing to do with my evenings. So I guess I'm helping you guys full time now. That cool with you English?"

Wesley didn't look up from the ancient text he was translating, but he grunted his approval.

"Where's tall, dark and broody?" asked Gunn, looking around for the vampire.

"He's upstairs." Answered Cordelia. "he hasn't been sleeping well."

III

"Will we be together forever angelus?" the breathless little form next to him asked.

"Of course darling. I'll never leave you."

"Even for Darla?" he asked looking up at him coyly, trying to catch him.

"Even for Darla, you fuckable little ex-catholic. Now slide over, daddy's hungry."

He sunk his fangs into the willing neck and the body beneath him moaned and writhed. He sucked and sucked, but nothing came out. He sunk his fangs in farther and a thick, muddy substance spurted into his mouth and down his throat. He tried to pull his head away and a hand clamped over the back of his head, keeping it in place. He felt himself begin to weaken, before he recognized the taste.

Dead-man's blood.

He had tasted it once before and knew it would weaken him before killing him more efficiently than any stake. He struggled against the hand, but when he did he was yanked back and slapped across the face.

"I thought you said you loved me daddy," hissed a voice through the dark. "You said you would never leave me. But you did. And not EVEN for Darla. Just to save your own skin. I spent 100 years being tortured by that man. All for you. Always for you. Everything for you."

A hand stroked his face.

"All I ever did was try to please you. But that wasn't enough. So, I suppose now ill have to destroy you. I hear I have a new little brother. Is he nice?"

"No…" Angel mumbled, trying to sit up. "Leave Connor alone."

"Connor? Is that his name?" Angel could hear the grin in the voice.

"what a good…IRISH…name." the hand traveled lower, then disappeared entirely.

Angel felt a hot breath on his ear.

"it's your fault. They're dead because of your mistakes."

"what?" Angel was confused and barley conscious.

An evil laugh echoed around him.

Angel woke with a start, the laughter still echoing in his ears. Something dripped from his chin. He wiped at it.

Cold blood.

He rubbed it between his fingers, confused, then sat up to rup his aching head. As he moved he felt a weight shift on his arm and looked down.

A woman, throat torn out, looked back up at him with sightless eyes.

Angel screamed.