Disclaimer: Ok, if I owned Angel, I would be molesting poor Vincent whatever-his-last-name-is and rolling in cash. However, I do own my OC, Raven and everything related to her.

A/N: It's happened………again. I've started a new fic, this time, an Angel one. I've been playing around with this plot for awhile and decided to finally give it a shot, seeing as I've been a huge fan of the show for a long time…….and I just love the character of Connor. I don't know why………probably the whole 'dark, brooding, suicidal poet' thing he's got going for him……anyway, let's get on with this shall we?

Summery: Raven is a half-demon, ridden with psychic powers and cursed with having to endure these powers for a millennia, unable to end her own life. Desperate and suicidal, Raven seeks for a being to put an end to her wretched existence…….. and chooses Connor. In a twisted game of cat-and-mouse, she tries to anger him into killing her and ending her visions - but what if the Angel gang wants to keep her alive for exactly those reasons?

In The Arms of Death

Prologue

Death…..

It seemed the word had been chasing itself in my head since the dawn of time. Even when I was a child and laying in my crib, I wondered if the word had planted itself in my subconscious. It seemed like my only friend, or even my only lover, the only thing I had left to cherish was the thought.

Damn him……. that bastard who had cursed me in all my half-demon glory. My crazy Christian father who thought to stop me from the ultimate sin (suicide, after I had attempted it at 18) by making me live…….. and live…….. and live……. seemingly forever, and everyday the images came.

Accidents, murders, deaths……….. deaths of everyone, but me. And that's how it went for decades, me, frozen in time, watching others die, but unable to die myself. Like dangling meat in front of a starving dog chained to the floor. I felt that helpless sometimes.

On occasion my fury would well up and before I knew it, an animalistic howl left my throat, lost and desolate against the never ending sky. Never-ending……like the lie I couldn't escape. I had challenged so many demons over the decades, fighting badly on purpose, trying to get the knife to enter my chest without making it obvious……and still, somehow, unbidden, they would die. I knew it was my father and I wanted to hunt him down so many times, but I never did.

Maybe I didn't think that he deserved my effort to find him and bitch him out. It would be useless in the end, he wouldn't lift the curse, and I wouldn't lay a hand on him. It would only send me in one big, meaningless circle, but not quit a waste of time. More of an occupant of time - seeing as it was all I had left.

Time……….. time……..and, just for a little change of pace…….. more time.

At least, that's what I thought. Until two nights ago when I had seen Him. The tall boy with light hair and hard eyes, killing anything demonic that walked into his path, and I had to say, I was smitten. Not only to his looks, but the power coming from him, the hatred, the pain, the sadness. I knew exactly what he was feeling, because I at some point, had felt it all before as well.

That and I felt the emotions of anyone within a twenty-foot radius of myself, but that was besides the point. To me, he looked exactly like the Angel of Death, come knocking on my doorstep. Now, all I had to do was find him again. He was obviously a demon slayer of some kind, and I knew just what to lure him with.

Smirking, I walked into a demon bar.

A few arrangements, and my stage would be set, all he had to do was answer.

I wish I knew his name. I struggled hard for a second, reaching out to spirits that were walking the streets, asking them the name of the boy I had seen. For a moment, I didn't think that anyone was going to answer until a women answered me. Not out loud, but through my mind as clearly as my ears.

Connor………… the son of a vampire……of Angelus, or what was left of him. Now overtaken by a soul and a conscious, a human heart within a monsters body. All of this information was being rattled into my ear like the buzzing of a fly and normally I would have been annoyed at finding such a chatty spirit, but I wasn't this time.

I took it all in like a child with candy.

Connor………… at least now I knew the name of what I hoped - and prayed- would be my savior, my idol, and finally……….my killer.

A/N:

Well, there we go, longer then most of my prologues. Surprising since it's like, 4 in the morning and I can hardly type over my yawning. Anyways, I have high hopes for this fic, and I love feedback - minus pointless flames that don't do anything by amuse me - so please, if you decided to read this, please leave a review and give me your opinion!