Dawn was less then twenty minutes away, and he still had work to do.
Slaying turned out to be a full time job, and no benefits. He had to slay,
had to kill the demons. If he didn't, who would? Connor turned down the
alley towards his place. They're where two back entrances, if you knew
where to look. He had only told cordy of the one, but she might have told
Angel. Not going to think about him now. Why waste time on something not
worth your time.
He turned down the alley and stopped, looking at a figure hiding in the shadows. Getting slightly annoyed at people fallowing him, he turned and raised a hand to fight if he had to.
The person fallowing him was a girl, 23, maybe 24. She wore black and carried a small doll in her arms. 'Looks tattered'. Connor let his hand drop to his side and stepped back to let the lady past. But she didn't want past. She stepped up to his side and pouted. "Dear boy smells of daddy." Taking a step back she held her arms over her chest and swayed back and forth.
Connor looked confused, was this one of the crazy people from the shelter. No they usually mumbled to themselves and ran off. She seemed to be sane, but a doll.she seems a little too old to have toys. "You alright?"
The girl smiled and lowered her head, "daddy smells sweet, Mrs. Edith thinks so too. Shall we find daddy?" The girl grabbed his hand and pulled him into the alley.
Damn she has guts, grabbing people and pulling them into alleys. "You shouldn't be out so late, it's not safe. Ill take you home if you want."
The girl smiled, "Such a pretty boy, what's your name. A knight should have a strong name. You'll be my knight wont you?"
Connor shook his head, "Connor, where do you live?"
The girl smiled evilly, "you'll take me to daddy, he misses me. I know it, hasn't he mentioned Drusilla. I was his favorite childe, and then he met the nasty slayer. But you'll make it better." She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear. "You'll bring me home".
He looked up at her confused and tried stepping back, only to bump against the wall. "Your one of Angelus's."
Drusilla moved one of his hands to her hip and started swaying to unheard music. The teen looked up to her eyes and was immediately lost in the swirls of smoke of her eyes. He put both hands on her hips and swayed with her, hearing music from somewhere.
She pushed him against the wall and moved closer to his neck. Whispering to him, "give me what I want".
He nodded, dazed from her thrall, and bared his neck to her. She licked her lips and kissed his neck lightly before catching the sent of blood pumping beneath his veins. The sound made her visage show; she kissed his neck again before sinking her fangs into his throat.
He felt detached from his body, vaguely feeling the fangs enter his neck before slamming back into earth.
Every sense was working overtime, he could smell his blood on her lips, feel his pulse weakening. Thought he was aware of everything going on, he couldn't make it stop. All he had to do was raise her arms away from his neck. White spots danced in his vision and he slumped against the wall. She was yelling, something about dancing to the king. Non-sense she finally let go and he fell against the wall breathing hard.
Dru crouched next to him and raised her wrist to his mouth; she knew she should have stopped sooner. But he tasted of daddy, and daddy tasted sweeter then dandelions. She bit into her wrist and let the blood run over her wrist before offering it to him again. "Ill bring you home."
The teen latched onto her wrist never breaking eye contact. He drank greedily, thirstily, wanting more with each gulp he drank. Connor lay on the ground, letting go of her wrist and shaking. He realized what he had done and closed his eyes. Dru pulled her arm away and was stroking his hair while his heart slowed. As it started skipping beats, she lifted his head and kissed his lips. Holding him close as he died, in the alleyway, three minutes from home.
Authors note: please be nice in the reviews this is a first for me. I don't normally write Angel fan fiction. This is also the first chapter story I've written.
He turned down the alley and stopped, looking at a figure hiding in the shadows. Getting slightly annoyed at people fallowing him, he turned and raised a hand to fight if he had to.
The person fallowing him was a girl, 23, maybe 24. She wore black and carried a small doll in her arms. 'Looks tattered'. Connor let his hand drop to his side and stepped back to let the lady past. But she didn't want past. She stepped up to his side and pouted. "Dear boy smells of daddy." Taking a step back she held her arms over her chest and swayed back and forth.
Connor looked confused, was this one of the crazy people from the shelter. No they usually mumbled to themselves and ran off. She seemed to be sane, but a doll.she seems a little too old to have toys. "You alright?"
The girl smiled and lowered her head, "daddy smells sweet, Mrs. Edith thinks so too. Shall we find daddy?" The girl grabbed his hand and pulled him into the alley.
Damn she has guts, grabbing people and pulling them into alleys. "You shouldn't be out so late, it's not safe. Ill take you home if you want."
The girl smiled, "Such a pretty boy, what's your name. A knight should have a strong name. You'll be my knight wont you?"
Connor shook his head, "Connor, where do you live?"
The girl smiled evilly, "you'll take me to daddy, he misses me. I know it, hasn't he mentioned Drusilla. I was his favorite childe, and then he met the nasty slayer. But you'll make it better." She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear. "You'll bring me home".
He looked up at her confused and tried stepping back, only to bump against the wall. "Your one of Angelus's."
Drusilla moved one of his hands to her hip and started swaying to unheard music. The teen looked up to her eyes and was immediately lost in the swirls of smoke of her eyes. He put both hands on her hips and swayed with her, hearing music from somewhere.
She pushed him against the wall and moved closer to his neck. Whispering to him, "give me what I want".
He nodded, dazed from her thrall, and bared his neck to her. She licked her lips and kissed his neck lightly before catching the sent of blood pumping beneath his veins. The sound made her visage show; she kissed his neck again before sinking her fangs into his throat.
He felt detached from his body, vaguely feeling the fangs enter his neck before slamming back into earth.
Every sense was working overtime, he could smell his blood on her lips, feel his pulse weakening. Thought he was aware of everything going on, he couldn't make it stop. All he had to do was raise her arms away from his neck. White spots danced in his vision and he slumped against the wall. She was yelling, something about dancing to the king. Non-sense she finally let go and he fell against the wall breathing hard.
Dru crouched next to him and raised her wrist to his mouth; she knew she should have stopped sooner. But he tasted of daddy, and daddy tasted sweeter then dandelions. She bit into her wrist and let the blood run over her wrist before offering it to him again. "Ill bring you home."
The teen latched onto her wrist never breaking eye contact. He drank greedily, thirstily, wanting more with each gulp he drank. Connor lay on the ground, letting go of her wrist and shaking. He realized what he had done and closed his eyes. Dru pulled her arm away and was stroking his hair while his heart slowed. As it started skipping beats, she lifted his head and kissed his lips. Holding him close as he died, in the alleyway, three minutes from home.
Authors note: please be nice in the reviews this is a first for me. I don't normally write Angel fan fiction. This is also the first chapter story I've written.
