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~Past~

A four year old Connor, stood with his eyes closed, finishing his count to 100 just as Holtz had told him too.

When he opened his eyes, he was all alone, tied to a tree. He knew the routine. He quickly cut himself loose, before running off to find Holtz, as was his training.

He found Holtz with relative ease, only running into a few demons along the way.

That night as Holtz tucked him in, Connor asked where his mother was.

"She killed herself to be away from you, son. You were born of demons and they didn't want you." Came the answer.

"Because I'm a demon bastard?" Connor asked, not fully understanding his words, and Holts nodded yes.

"Tomorrow, I'll leave you to fight the demons on your own, all day. You can either do it, or die." And with those words, Connor closed his eyes to sleep, knowing again tomorrow he would continue training so one day he could kill the one known as 'Angelus'.

~Future~

Connor stood with a smile, holding his newborn son. He never thought he'd be lucky enough to have a family, love, or a home. Yet here he was.

"Let me hold him." Came Dawn's weak reply, half asleep from just giving birth.

He kissed the child once more, before handing him to his mother, Connor's loving and devoted wife, 'The Key'.

Dawn smiled. "What should we name him?" She asked.

Connor didn't even have to think before answering. "Wesley Daniel Angelsson."

~Present~

Connor walked down another alley, his mind racing. It seemed it was always racing anymore, thoughts of who he was and who he could have been running around.

He ran into a small nest of vampires, taking all his uncertainty and anger out on them, before continuing on his way.

If nothing else, Connor wanted to know he belonged. In that way, he was like all teenagers, yet, the fact that he had been raised in a hell dimension made him unnatural.

He walked around L.A, noticing all the families.

He stopped and watched with envy, as a woman picked up a small crying child, wiping the boy's tears and kissing his fears away. Connor scowled and walked off, not able to stand his jealousy any longer.