Questions Needing Answering

Authors Note: Here's more...

Age 15

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Slay!

Connor walked home, now age 15, from a weird day of school. As he walked into the hotel he lived in, his Aunt Cordy and father looked up at him. They hung out way too much and there was sometimes where he wondered if there was more to the relationship. But even the thought of it was gross.

Angel looked up at his son and smiled. "Hey, kid. How was school?" Connor plopped down on the lobby couch. He hated it when his dad wanted to "learn" stuff about him. He was 15 not 5. He didn't need his daddy for everything. He always wanted to know how things were or wanted to help with homework.

"Weird. We finally got to work in the lab, for yearbook." Angel gave him a `That's my boy' look. Connor looked disgusted. "Yeah and just as a joke Sandy typed in my name and..."

"Sandy? She your girlfriend? I don't think you should be dating."

Cordy looked at Angel and whispered in his ear. "Buffy was 15 when you fell in love with her. 17 when you slept with her."

"Dad slept with a 17 year old? When he was 18 or something?"

"How did you hear me? I whispered." Connor shrugged.

"Don't you wanna hear what happened?" Angel and Cordy nodded. "Sandy typed in my name under search. We found like 10 sites on me. I didn't get to look at them though because my teacher was bitching."

"Connor!" the two adults yelled. As they did Wesley walked down the steps. Connor stood up and walked toward him.

"Hey! Wes! Can I borrow your lab top? I found this really cool site about me. Actually like 10."

Wesley looked at Cordelia and Angel, in fear. "Those are still up? I thought Fred took care of that."

"Wait. Still?"

"There were more but some couldn't be taken down." Cordelia said now as worried as the others. But none as worried as Angel.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Wesley! Get Fred to find out who has those sites up. I don't care how long it takes this time get it done. Cordy get Gunn and you guys go find out as many things you can from the local demons. I'll go have a talk with our friends at Wolfram and Hart."

"Demons? Wolfram and Hart?"

"Will do Angel. Gunn and Fred should be at his apartment. Wes, come with me. Angel don't worry. We'll make sure they're gone. Connor will be safe." They all started out of the room.

"Oh no you don't!" Connor yelled. "You're going to tell me why the hell there are web sites about me. Now!"

But it was too late. They others had already walked out leaving Connor to himself. He sighed, right now hating them more then ever. They never told him anything. He knew nothing about his mother. Nothing about why he was stronger then others. Nothing about anything. His life was a mystery even to him and it wasn't fair.

He walked around the hotel, angry. He sat down on the lobby counter. Looking around his surroundings. A smile crept upon his face as he looked at Wesley's office. The door was open, which never usually happened. He hoped off of the counter and ran toward the door. He walked in and sat on the chair. He quickly turned on the computer, eager to find out why they wouldn't tell him anything.

He searched a while. When he finally found the sites he had saw before he jumped out of his seat excited as he read what it said. " Reward: $500,000 for the miracle child. Dead or alive." It went on and on he read until he couldn't stand it anymore. What was he?

Angel got back from his visit to his favorite law firm. He hadn't been able to find out much. He had to hurt a few of them but that was the price they had to pay. It was a risk but a risk he would be willing to take. Anything for his son. Sure his kid didn't act like he used to. Sweet and kind. The kid who loved his father, the kid who was always asking for help from his daddy. But he was still his son. And despite what Connor said he loved him.

He stopped dead, well as dead as he could not being alive and all, as he saw his son looking through the fridge. Not just any fridge but the fridge that held all his "food".

"Connor! What are you doing? Haven't I told you not to go in MY fridge a million times!? What the hel-heck!"

"So while you all left" Connor said, turning around. "I went snooping around. The reason? I was being ignored. Which you know, I don't like. I found some interesting websites that apparently no more about my mother then I do. And there are websites about KILLING me. Why didn't you tell me about this? Huh? Am I not suppose to know about my own life. What am I? A demon? Or one of the monsters on that website on Wes' favorites? What am I?"

"Connor lets talk about this later. I have a lot of work to do. Just get out of my fridge and....."

"No! Lets talk about this now! What am I? Tell me!"

"You're a human boy."

"Liar! Tell me the truth."

"I am. You're human. I'm not!" Angel said, not exactly realizing it.

"What? I don't understand" Connor said, calming down.

"I'm not human. I'm a vampire. Have you ever seen me out in the day? Or go to church?"

"Impossible"

"You wanted to truth. There it is."

" And Mom?"

"A vampire too. She killed herself to save you. She was an evil vampire. The only way we were convinced that you weren't evil was that she was carrying your soul. She had your soul in her. And until you were no longer in her she would have your soul."

"You're lying. I'm not this.... Monsters aren't real."

"I've known people who thought that. They refused to believe the truth. They ended up dead. Still don't believe me?" Angel asked. He vamped out. "How `bout now?"

Connor jerked back. He took one look at his father's face, his real face, and ran out. He ran out leaving this life behind and going out. He didn't want to be a son of a vampire. Maybe Sandy would let him stay over.