1 Questions Needing Answering
A/N: So I've decided to write more. I wanted to hate this fic but now I'm in love with it. You can't have 18 year old Connor. He's mine! All mine! I imagine him sort of cute so… I may continue some more. Lets just see where this goes and if a get some different people to review. And since this fic has gotten the most reviews I may cool it down a bit so that I can get some reviews for my other fanfictions. I have so many who people refuse to review. I guess that may be because I can't write but still…
Connor blocked the punch his father threw at him. He kicked Angel in the face and moved behind him, knocking him to the floor from behind. "Take that vampire scum!"
"You may be the miracle child, special and all, but that won't stop me from tasting your blood. Little one, you have no idea what is to come." Angel said as he stood up. "If I fail more will come. Just because I took part in making you doesn't mean I can't … un-make you."
"How lame." Connor yelled as he punched him in the face. Angel returned his punch with a punch of his own. "Wow. You're a vampire with a soul, that you just happened to lose not too long ago. Does that make you the ubervamp? I don't think so. I'll kill you father."
"Really? You think so?" He kicked Connor in the gut. Connor fell to the floor. " Now I kill you."
"No!"
"You see that won't stop me, Connor. Instead of saying no, you have to trip me. I fall to the floor and you use that chance to stake me. Should we have another go?"
"Dad, you kicked me in the gut. Give me some time."
"We need to practice. If Angelus were to come back I would want you to be ready to kill me. Now get up and kill me."
"But wouldn't you rather me fine a curse to curse you with?"
"No, by the time you find the spell it may be too late and you would be dead. And if I turned evil in the first place, I don't deserve to come back. Now get up and fight me like you hate my guts."
Connor smiled. Ever since he had agreed to help save the world, blah, blah, blah, his father pushed him. They way Angel thought about it was that they had all this lost time to make up for and with the coming days Connor needed to be ready for anything they threw at him.
Meanwhile upstairs, Cordy and Wesley were talking. It wasn't normal to be this bored, as they were now. Wesley had his regular books. Prophecy yadda yadda ya. Cordy was not happy with what they had found last time they went looking for those books. Neither was Connor.
Two weeks ago, they gang, excluding Gunn and Fred, had gone prophecy book hunting. They had reached the center of the old library when they saw the horrible sight. Sandy Clancy's dead body on the floor. Wolfram and Hart had gotten to her. She turned against them and they got to her. They killed her.
Connor stayed in his room for days, but Angel convinced him to train so that he could take his revenge later on, after saving the world.
But Connor had questions of his own.
"Dad, why would somebody have their own daughter killed?"
"Some people are just like that. He was evil. I would kill you if I was evil. I'd kill you in an instant. That' why we are training. Now punch me."
"Why would anybody want to do this?"
"Do what?"
"Train all day, train all night, just so the world will stay a bit longer. It's not like once the world is saved that people will know what happened. It'll just be another day to them. Why would you want to put your life on the line for nothing?"
"It's not the glory you want to work for, it's they good fight. (Sob, Doyle) If all you want is recognition become an actor. If you want glory, you have right there. Save the world and the glory comes with it. Nobody may know but you do and that's all you need to know."
"Why do you do it? Why do you fight? Sure you have a soul, but there are people out there with souls and they still do bad things. If you wanted you could go hang with your vampire buddies over a pint of fresh human blood. But you don't. Why?"
"I need… I want to help people. Like I said before. I love to feel like I've done my part. I live in this world, you have to pay a price. My price is my work."
"Thanks Dad."
"No problem…. Son"
A/N: So I've decided to write more. I wanted to hate this fic but now I'm in love with it. You can't have 18 year old Connor. He's mine! All mine! I imagine him sort of cute so… I may continue some more. Lets just see where this goes and if a get some different people to review. And since this fic has gotten the most reviews I may cool it down a bit so that I can get some reviews for my other fanfictions. I have so many who people refuse to review. I guess that may be because I can't write but still…
Connor blocked the punch his father threw at him. He kicked Angel in the face and moved behind him, knocking him to the floor from behind. "Take that vampire scum!"
"You may be the miracle child, special and all, but that won't stop me from tasting your blood. Little one, you have no idea what is to come." Angel said as he stood up. "If I fail more will come. Just because I took part in making you doesn't mean I can't … un-make you."
"How lame." Connor yelled as he punched him in the face. Angel returned his punch with a punch of his own. "Wow. You're a vampire with a soul, that you just happened to lose not too long ago. Does that make you the ubervamp? I don't think so. I'll kill you father."
"Really? You think so?" He kicked Connor in the gut. Connor fell to the floor. " Now I kill you."
"No!"
"You see that won't stop me, Connor. Instead of saying no, you have to trip me. I fall to the floor and you use that chance to stake me. Should we have another go?"
"Dad, you kicked me in the gut. Give me some time."
"We need to practice. If Angelus were to come back I would want you to be ready to kill me. Now get up and kill me."
"But wouldn't you rather me fine a curse to curse you with?"
"No, by the time you find the spell it may be too late and you would be dead. And if I turned evil in the first place, I don't deserve to come back. Now get up and fight me like you hate my guts."
Connor smiled. Ever since he had agreed to help save the world, blah, blah, blah, his father pushed him. They way Angel thought about it was that they had all this lost time to make up for and with the coming days Connor needed to be ready for anything they threw at him.
Meanwhile upstairs, Cordy and Wesley were talking. It wasn't normal to be this bored, as they were now. Wesley had his regular books. Prophecy yadda yadda ya. Cordy was not happy with what they had found last time they went looking for those books. Neither was Connor.
Two weeks ago, they gang, excluding Gunn and Fred, had gone prophecy book hunting. They had reached the center of the old library when they saw the horrible sight. Sandy Clancy's dead body on the floor. Wolfram and Hart had gotten to her. She turned against them and they got to her. They killed her.
Connor stayed in his room for days, but Angel convinced him to train so that he could take his revenge later on, after saving the world.
But Connor had questions of his own.
"Dad, why would somebody have their own daughter killed?"
"Some people are just like that. He was evil. I would kill you if I was evil. I'd kill you in an instant. That' why we are training. Now punch me."
"Why would anybody want to do this?"
"Do what?"
"Train all day, train all night, just so the world will stay a bit longer. It's not like once the world is saved that people will know what happened. It'll just be another day to them. Why would you want to put your life on the line for nothing?"
"It's not the glory you want to work for, it's they good fight. (Sob, Doyle) If all you want is recognition become an actor. If you want glory, you have right there. Save the world and the glory comes with it. Nobody may know but you do and that's all you need to know."
"Why do you do it? Why do you fight? Sure you have a soul, but there are people out there with souls and they still do bad things. If you wanted you could go hang with your vampire buddies over a pint of fresh human blood. But you don't. Why?"
"I need… I want to help people. Like I said before. I love to feel like I've done my part. I live in this world, you have to pay a price. My price is my work."
"Thanks Dad."
"No problem…. Son"
