Title: Demons, Vampires and Freaks
Author: Eva
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters of Angel don't belong to me. Joss Whedon owns
them (lucky guy)
Distribution: anyone, anywhere just ask
Feedback: all is welcome
Note: don't be too harsh, my first angel fic!!!!!!
Chapter One Boats, Salt, Seawater and Revenge
Connor felt the cool spray of salty water against his face; he closed his eyes and imagined how it would feel to be hundreds of feet beneath the ocean, to be trapped in a box for all eternity. He imagined how it would feel to know that your son, your own flesh and blood, had put you there. He licked his salty lips as he imagined his father's fate, his own private hell (well at least not literally). Connor chuckled to himself.
"What's funny??" asked Connor's companion, his partner in crime. Connor chuckled again, louder this time as he thought to himself, it really isn't a crime to banish a monster, a demon.
"Don't answer me then," mumbled Justine, hurt that the boy hadn't confined the reason for his sudden sense of humour, in her.
As the boat neared the shore, Connor felt his senses tingling, "we have company."
"I know, their friends that have come to take me away from here," Justine answered. "Do you want to come?"
Connor pondered the suggestion for a moment, and then answered with a shake of his head. ."I think I this is where I belong."
"Okay," Justine said then she turned to face him, "will you be alright, here- I mean...all alone?"
"I've faced demons uglier than the very fire that burns in hell, snakes bigger than even this boat," Connor whispered in a menacing tone, "and you think I'm afraid of a little loneliness!?"
"I was just asking," returned Justine. The boat stopped at the edge line of the shore, Connor jumped off the boat and with one last glance at Justine, turned and disappeared into the darkness of the night.
Justine gazed at the spot where Connor had disappeared and thought to herself, he reminds me so much of Holtz, how could I even stand to be near him, let alone spend the rest of my life with him, knowing what I have done..HAD done.
Chapter One Boats, Salt, Seawater and Revenge
Connor felt the cool spray of salty water against his face; he closed his eyes and imagined how it would feel to be hundreds of feet beneath the ocean, to be trapped in a box for all eternity. He imagined how it would feel to know that your son, your own flesh and blood, had put you there. He licked his salty lips as he imagined his father's fate, his own private hell (well at least not literally). Connor chuckled to himself.
"What's funny??" asked Connor's companion, his partner in crime. Connor chuckled again, louder this time as he thought to himself, it really isn't a crime to banish a monster, a demon.
"Don't answer me then," mumbled Justine, hurt that the boy hadn't confined the reason for his sudden sense of humour, in her.
As the boat neared the shore, Connor felt his senses tingling, "we have company."
"I know, their friends that have come to take me away from here," Justine answered. "Do you want to come?"
Connor pondered the suggestion for a moment, and then answered with a shake of his head. ."I think I this is where I belong."
"Okay," Justine said then she turned to face him, "will you be alright, here- I mean...all alone?"
"I've faced demons uglier than the very fire that burns in hell, snakes bigger than even this boat," Connor whispered in a menacing tone, "and you think I'm afraid of a little loneliness!?"
"I was just asking," returned Justine. The boat stopped at the edge line of the shore, Connor jumped off the boat and with one last glance at Justine, turned and disappeared into the darkness of the night.
Justine gazed at the spot where Connor had disappeared and thought to herself, he reminds me so much of Holtz, how could I even stand to be near him, let alone spend the rest of my life with him, knowing what I have done..HAD done.