The morning after the discovery of Demonic's dead mother was pretty quick. Kate identified the markings on Demonic's mother's neck as "Some Sick-o's making vampires more gross". Angel didn't bother to be there. Doyle, of course, had to be there in questioning. Demonic safely is spending time in some officer's custody.

Kate preferred to have the meeting at her desk.

"What's the mother's name?" Doyle asks first, before Kate could start.

"Cathrine D. Rainwater." Kate then covered her mouth. She looks at Doyle accusingly as if he had colon on him.

Doyle shrugs.

"Nope." Doyle said, with a laugh. "Don't have any."

"You saw the killers." Kate takes out a pen and paper. "What did they look like?"

I didn't see their human faces, Doyle thought, but I can describe their hair.

"Silver, smooth hair that is not receding..." Doyle tells her to his best ability Kate slowly looks up from the paper as he went on his big smart-cookie act, "Crazy faces, big ears, and oh the second one had dumbo eyes."

Kate puts down her pen on the desk, still holding the paper.

"You didn't see their faces." Kate acknowledges, having a rage-quit.

Doyle folds his arms.

"I saw their hair." Doyle leans back in the chair.

Kate combs through her hair.

"How many were there?" Kate puts both hands on her paper.

I killed the third one, Doyle reminds himself, and I threatened those younger boys.

"Two." Doyle then shudders. "It was the most..." As a half-demon who works for Angel Investigations...That had to be the worst. "Awful scene." Doyle shook his head, "Poor kid didn't know what was happening to his mom."

Kate raises an eyebrow, "How did you find the boy?"

"Don't call him, 'The boy'," Doyle told Kate, his eyebrows hunch together. Kate is one of those good officers who may get insensitive at times. "He has a name: Demonic. Don't treat a victim's child as 'The kid','The girl','the boy', ya lose steam at that point."

Doyle sighs.

"I was chased by...an old friend." Doyle puts his hands together, "And then I kind of barged inta the room and crashed inta a cabinet. I'm pretty sure the door slammed shut behind me. Ya can't defy high velocity and force, correct?"

Kate rubs her temples.

"Correct;" She sighs, agitated.

And then he continued.

"I got up, and then I heard him say 'Mommy? Daddy? Is that really ya?'." Doyle got pretty choked up on that part. If his mom is a Werewolf...Big Daddy could be here. He can feel there had to be something about Demonic's dad, asides to his mom being the Werewolf. A father would have good intentions not to leave big momma with their child. "He was standing in the hallway."

Kate taps her chin.

"If he knew his mom was home, why did he ask if you were his mommy?" Kate asks, raising two eyebrows.

Doyle shrugs.

"When a kid is scared…They ask for their parents." Doyle tells her, as a detective has a prostitute handcuffed to a chair. "And those handcuffs…There's a big flaw with those handcuffs; ya know that a small person can out of them?"

Kate tilts her head.

"Are you sure about not being chased for your wine?" Kate asks, a little curious on his running part.

Doyle looks at Kate, giving his 'I- am-real-sure' reaction.

"Those two guys did have angel and spider tattoos." Doyle adds, tapping the arm of the chair. "I don't forget an awful tattoo."

Visiting the police station was one of the things that Doyle's day had started out. He learned Demonic did not have many relatives around to take care of him. They didn't want to have a half-breed werewolf living in their house. So Doyle, true to his word, took Demonic in. However, he had to find Demonic's dad. Demonic needed his biological father the most.

"Another Demon attempted to kill you?" Angel said, not at all surprised. He has more focus on the pencil spinning on his desk (As though Angel is attempting to break some spinning record). What came with his friends Doyle and Cordelia into this great, huge agency did help Angel's cause. Angel did appreciate their work even when he didn't show it.

Doyle paces back and forth.

"Yes." Doyle said, slightly waving his right hand. "Do ya happen ta…know where kids like ta be cheered up?"

Angel's glance changes from his focused pencil spinning on the desk to Doyle.

"Doyle, you've been out there longer than I." Angel reminds him. "I have disagreements with the sun."

Doyle puts both his hands on the chair in front of Angel's desk.

"Angel, I got attacked and-" The door behind Doyle closes.

Angel saw this little boy with these particular eyes. He can smell a half breed werewolf when it came. This is one of those instances where his abilities kicked in. Being a Vampire not only means he can drink pig blood, live forever, and be unable to age physically...Angel may be one of the kind heroes out there, even to children.

"This is Demonic." Doyle finishes, tapping his fingers on the chair. "He's half Werewolf."

Demonic is twirling a small, little pen with feathers attached to its sides.

"Do you know where my Daddy is?" Demonic asks, his eyes stray from the gray pen to Angel.

"No, but mom must have been desperate for a 'original' name.' Angel said, sharing a chuckle with Doyle.

"What does original mean?" Demonic asks, curiously.

"New and different like my friend Angel here," Doyle refers to Angel.

"Besides your mom...not telling you about your dad." Angel leans forward in his chair. "Was there a name your living relatives mentioned a lot, like 'This is insertnames' kid."

Demonic twirls his pen.

"H-Killer."

Doyle has knowledge in these kind of things. Angel knew he could ask him about it.

"Doyle, what's an H-Killer?"

Doyle is almost standing there, like he remembered something.

"Doyle," Angel repeats, seeing that look in his eye.

Angel snaps his fingers.

"Ya sure about that name, Demonic?" Doyle asks Demonic, a bit concerned.

Demonic nods.

"Angel, H-Killer is..." Doyle had to stop there, figuring out how to explain this in a simple way. "That's not his dad's name. That's just the word for 'Ya are dead'-or soon ta be. It's like...Death on a waiting list."

Angel is lost.

Doyle opens the door in Angel's office.

"Cordelia, what movie did H-killer come from?"

Cordelia had been busy reading a book, but, Doyle just interrupted her.

"The Demon Seeker by Harry Ellen Ford." Cordelia shouts. "You just interrupted me on the best part of this book! I have an audition to be..."

Doyle shuts the door as Cordelia continues on a rant.

"What does a movie have to do with Demonic?" Angel asks Doyle.

"Everything, Angel. Harry is the one who revealed about demons we don't know of (things even a vampire would not like)before the movie." Doyle turns his attention back to Demonic. "Ya may want to wait outside the room, Demonic."

Demonic walks out through the door, letting it close behind him.

Cordelia puts down her book, expecting Doyle to come out instead of Demonic.

"Doyle,do you realize how far I was getting into character?" Cordelia is going off. "I was this close-oh You are?..."

Demonic sniffs her.

"Demonic."

Cordelia grabs a broom, in defense.

"You can't be a demon," Cordelia said, in her own defense. What were they thinking? Cordelia thought,I may have a ghost in my house. But seriously? Cordelia aims the broom at him. "Stop sniffing me!"

Demonic stares at her.

"That's... my name," Demonic takes a step back from her. He senses something about her. My hero likes her. Demonic deduces from the smell. Her house must be really clean."Demonic. Mommy told me I'm part Werewolf."

Cordelia puts down the broom.

"Oh." Cordelia slightly laughs. "My mistake."

Demonic sits on the couch.

"So...How did she know?" Cordelia asks, a little intrigued about Demonic. "About the werewolf part."

Demonic smiles, looking up to her.

"Mommy was a werewolf." Demonic looks down to his fingers. "Last year people broke into our home. Mommy went Werewolf on them. Another came to my room...I gave that creepy one several scars on his face "

Demonic demonstrates his ability to partially become Werewolf; His fingernails become sharper, fur grew up on his arm, and his ears became the shape of wolf-pup ears.

"You look adorable in your half werewolf form." Cordelia said. "...Did you get it from your mom?"

Demonic shrugs.

"Mommy's dad said I had H-Killer's nose. I have her eyes." Demonic puts down the pen to the side. "I miss my mommy."

Cordelia hugs Demonic, feeling sorry for him.

"Thank you.." Demonic sniffles, returning to his human form.'

Cordelia broke the hug.

"What happened to your mother?" Cordelia is actually interested.

Demonic sadly looks down to his legs.

"Vampires killed her."

"Dad?"

"I never met him."

Cordelia is a little taken back, hearing Demonic's situation.

"But Doyle, he killed mommys killers!" Demonic cheerfully said, he is in the most happiest moods today. "One of Mommy's killers, I mean." Demonic shrugs. "And he threatened them too."

Cordelia is even more surprised.

"He threatened them?" Cordelia repeats, far more surprised that Doyle's backbone has become better.

Demonic nods.

"Uh huh." Demonic continues. His eyes shine the way a kid looks up to some person who did something good. "He...He is my hero."

I wonder how Doyle found him, Cordelia thinks.

"You are lucky he found you." Cordelia explains to him. "Even if it were a accident."

Demonic picks up his pen.

"You think so?"

Cordelia nods.

"He has visions from The Powers That Be, and I'm sure if he was told to help you," Cordelia takes a notepad and pen. She quickly draws a doodle. Then shows it to Demonic. "He'll reunite you with your dad. Doyle may not be the best person, but he does keep his word."

The doodle has two stick figures; one is a tall stick figure hugging a wolf-like short figure beside a house.

Cordelia rips the paper off, and then gives it to Demonic.

"Daddy..." Demonic looks up to Cordelia. "Thank you for the hope...Miss?"

"Cordelia."

Demonic hears his name called from Angel's office, so he got up and went back back into the room.

"Doyle, I wish you told me about this in the beginning." Angel said, in a concerned voice. He is not scared what Doyle told him.

Demonic's eyes shine.

"Finding my Daddy?" Demonic turns his attention to Angel.

Doyle gives Angel the 'please help us' look.

"No, that will be Doyle's mission." Angel tells Demonic. He shares a glance with Doyle. "You found Demonic, Doyle. You can take care of yourself. Just send me e-mails for visions that are not pertaining to your case along the way.""

That's a good point, Doyle thought, but...

"What if there are vampires?" Doyle asks, a bit worried about it.

Angel laughs.

"You have weapons,Doyle." Angel reassures Doyle. "I trust you on this one."