Disclaimer- I write for fun, this is just some thing I thought up. I am in no way connected to the producers of the TV show Angel. I wish I did, or that I knew Vincent... purrrr! But life isn't that kind. I hope you like it, and any spelling errors, please ignore.
Note: This happens in the near future where Cordy and Connor don't sleep together, where Wesley joins up with Angel again, and where Fred and Gunn are engaged.
The grace and speed she fought with was because her life depended on it. There was a price out for her head. Out of seven attackers, she could only take down five until they got her. The last two were stubborn as hell. As a fist missed her by inches she double kicked him in his groin and stomach. Another high kick sent him sprawling. As he fell, she reached for her coat. Nestled inside were a few stakes. Unfortunately her attacker's partner was ready. He moved in like a snake and grabbed her wrist before she could react. He snapped it backwards. Quickly her foot encountered his foot. While he was distracted, she threw her elbow into his stomach. He shoved her away and she spun around trying to get her footing. Suddenly a hand gripped her hair and pulled on it.
Her head was snapped backwards and she came face to face with the previous attacker. Before she could do anything, his face changed. His fangs dug quickly and sharply into her neck. She felt the sucking sensation as he fed off her. This was not the first time this had happened. She prayed it was not the last. Quickly as soon as the pain started it stopped. He grinned at her with bloody fangs, then proceeded to head-butt her. Shoving her back she fell into the arms of the other vampire. Before she could push away, his teeth quickly sank into the other side of her neck. All she saw before passing out was a stake coming through the front of her previous attacker. Her whole entire body went limp.
(As the view shifts to the dusted vampire...)
The dust settled and the vampire holding the limp girl looked startled. He retracted his teeth, but then let her out of his grasp. She was non-responsive and totally limp. He hoped he was not to late. Connor knew he could not risk her life, if she was still alive. Her blood was still pulsing out of the sets of wounds. Closing the distance between them, he kept his steps slow and even. His stake up. He asked the vampire, "Midnight snack?"
The vampire looked confused and frightened. Using that awkwardness, he moved quickly with Angel's speed. Before the vampire knew anything, Connor was behind him. Quickly he stuck the stake into and through him, while hoping he did not hit the girl. The vampire popped into a could of ash, and the young girl limply fell to the ground. She landed on her side and did not move. Connor gently nudged her onto her back. Quickly he checked around to see if there were any more vampires hiding around. When it checked out to his satisfaction, he knelt down.
Seeing the double bite marks on her neck made him nervous. That would mean a larger loss of blood. He laid two of his fingers on her neck and felt for a pulse. It was there, but a little weak. Connor's hand gently brushed away the hair that was over her face. Her skin was pale and her scarlet hair stood out against it. Looking around, he picked her up. The only thing to do was to take her some place safe. His home. Moving quickly, he carried her away.
He got in no problem. The attic of the museum was a little tougher than he thought. He had to carry her over his shoulder while he climbed the ladder. He still liked the museum more than the homeless parks. He was still confused about Angel and felt that the situation was out of his control. He also did not know where his feelings fell. Carefully laying her on the bed and covered her. Hurrying into the bathroom, he went straight for the first aid kit. Bringing it into the room, he laid it on the bed. He carefully cleaned and bandaged her wounds. After, he took off her shoes and pulled the blanket tight around her. She should be out for a day or so. Setting up the traps was the first thing he did before cleaning up the mess. After, he sat down and watched her breath.
(A few hours later...)
The nightmare roused her from her sleep. She was completely disoriented as she glanced around the room she was in. Being lightheaded did not help at all. It got worse as she stood up. The thought of being captured by vampires again boiled her blood. She hoped she was with a friend, but she had to take care of herself. The best hope was to escape. She groped the side of the wall as she tried to make her way out. She found a door midway through her search. As her hand clasped around the knob, it turned from the outside. Quickly thinking, she picked up a book and held it high. As the person passed through, she brought it down. A young man crumpled to the ground.
Jumping over him, she ran. Jumping over and off the ladder, she landed on her fore legs. Scrambling to her feet she began to run. Suddenly something grabbed onto the lapels of her flannel shirt. Turning around she quickly slipped out of it with no problem. She always wore an extra shirt. With doing so, she came face to face with a young man. Pulling a stake that she hid in the back pocket of her jeans, she held it there, on him. She warned him, "Stay where you are."
"Put the stake away, I won't hurt you." His eyes seemed to plead with her. His hands came up in a defensive gesture.
"Bullshit! I suggest you allow me to leave, for that is what I will do."
She warned him. Taking a few steps backwards, she watched him for any signs of movement. Turning away, she fled quickly. She did not stop until she reached the safety of her home. Her breath wasn't short, for she was used to running this far this often. There were many teens at home. For it was a group home. Some were still up, while other's were not She slipped silently back into the home and into her room. The anxiety did not leave until she was there. Locking her door, she checked in all the places that someone could hide before she did anything.
When she knew it was all right, she stripped out of her old clothes and into clean ones. She glanced into the mirror as she did this. Her scars were still very visible and white. Scowling, she pealed off the bandages that were covering the holes on her neck. There were four puncture wounds. Sighing she turned away, walking to the door. She switched the lights off before she crawled into her bed. Closing her eyes she fell asleep again.
(While unknown to her, beneath her window...)
He had to make sure she arrived safely at her home. Surprise washed over him when she walked into a group home. Connor thought a girl like that would have a family. Holding her flannel in his hands, he glanced up again at her window. The lights were now off. He could sense her sleeping. Quietly he eyed the drainpipe that went all the way up past her window. Holding her shirt in one hand, he climbed the pipe. Making sure she did not stir or that he did not make any sounds, he opened the window. Climbing in, he made no noise what so ever.
She did not stir from where she slept. He carefully closed the window behind him as the wind blew in. Walking to her desk, he draped the shirt on the back of her chair. Glancing at the desktop, a picture caught his eye. Picking it up, he looked at it. It was of five people; the young girl and what he assumed were her parents and siblings. He wondered where they were and why she was in a place like this. Something caught his attention form on a clipboard on her wall. It was a newspaper clip. Glancing at it, it caught his attention.
It was about the murder of a family, except the middle child, a girl. Their car was found missing. For two weeks they searched for them. On the third week, the daughter turned up. She was almost dead from loss of blood. Doctors could not figure it out. She survived when none thought she would. She was then shipped to this home for she had no family. That was two years ago. Frowning he put the clip back on the clipboard. He knew now why she hunted them. Hearing her shift in her bed made him quickly leave.
The night was chilly and as he slowly walked through the night, he thought. About Angel, about his father. Before he knew it, he was at the hotel. There were countless things he wanted to ask Angel. Tonight he would ask them. Walking up the pavement, he opened the door. He found Angel, Gunn, and Fred talking among themselves. They all stopped when they spotted him. It was quiet for a while before Angel spoke. "Connor, what are you doing here?"
Pushing his hands into his pockets, he shifted from one foot to another. "I needed to ask you something." He waited to see if Angel would argue, which he did not. So he continued, "Do you remember two years ago when a family was massacred and a girl was taken for food for over three weeks?"
"Yes," Angel replied and shifted uncomfortably. "Why?"
"I ran into the her."
"Oh," was all Angel could say.
"Were the vampires ever found and destroyed?"
"They went into hiding," Angel answered. Gunn and Fred slipped quietly out of the room. "Why?"
"I saw a picture of her family and I wondered something. Were you looking for me all that time I was missing because you loved me?" Connor's eyes were set as stone.
Angel looked uncomfortable as he shifted from one foot to the other. "Yes Connor, I loved you. I still love you but you're a battle zone. Who you grew up with was wrong. Holtz stole you from me. When you accept that he was evil and tried to corrupt you, you may come back."
"I have startled to," Connor turned around and out the door.
(Later the next evening...)
The cemetery was quiet as it always was. She knelt down and placed flowers on the graves. Gently she leaned forward and traced the names on each of the four headstones. She was tracing her mother's name when she heard footsteps behind her. She heard a voice that startled her. "Do not let the anger and revenge eat at you."
Turning around she came face to face with the young man from the previous night. It was daytime, around dinnertime. About an hour before dusk. She lost her balance on the dewy grass. Slipping she scrambled across the grass until she was up and almost away. She turned and held him off at a distance. It was light, so he was not a vampire. "Stay away from me."
"I am not going to hurt you." He slowly moved forward a few more steps. "I just want to talk to you."
"Just stay where you are and speak. Don't come any closer." She moved back a few more paces, keeping a good distance between them. "I suggest you talk quickly."
"I know what happened to you last night. You're lucky to be alive."
"They would not have killed me."
"The just would have sucked you dry. You know most people don't live through one vampire bite."
Her whole body stiffened up at that word. "How did you know?"
Slowly he made his way a little closer. Three steps, four, then five. He gently lowered his voice and tried to subdue her terror. "There is a lot I know about you."
"Who are you?" Her hands were shaking while she spoke. Afterwards she noticed and gripped her hands together.
"Connor," he moved a few more steps closer. "What is your name?"
Shaking her head, she changed the subject. "What do you want from me?" She pulled her sweater closer to her body. Her body shivered as a gust of wind blew.
"To help you. To do that I need to get you somewhere safe." He put his hand on her arm and started to pull her with him. She jerked suddenly and backed a few steps back.
"No, I'm not going anywhere until you explain yourself."
"Listen, I do not have time to explain it all."
"Make the time or else I wont-" her sentence was cut off mid way by a shrieking of a siren. Whipping her body around she looked into the distance. She knew what she would see, but she prayed she was wrong. The fire was coming from a building, outside there were teens and adults. The group home was burning. She moved quickly and her feet knew what to do. Her feet hit the pavement at full speed as she covered the three blocks. There were police and firefighters trying to deal with this problem while the kids and adults were standing around and wringing their hands.
Her memories were in there. Terror seized through her. She pushed through the officers and firefighters. Ignoring the warnings yelled, she ran into the burning building. She heard more shouting but ignored them as she hurried up the stairs. The heat was unbearable. Flames leaped out at her. Her heart was thumping fast. She was frightened but she knew she had to do this. The whole place was burning as she made it to the second story. Covering her eyes, she ran straight through the flames and near where her door would be. Quickly peeking, she moved to her door. Her hand was about to close around the door handle when someone grabbed her from behind. Swearing she was tossed over a shoulder as she was carried through the fire, flames, and heat. Suddenly the cool air was surrounding her body. She was carried through the people and set down. She turned angrily to the person who carried her out.
"You had no right!" She yelled at Connor. "No right! That was all I had left." Her eyes were fueled with tears as she yelled. She looked as if she was about to slap him when her eyes wavered and her knees buckled. Her vision blurred and she collapsed into Connor's out stretched arms.
(Duh Duh Duh!!!)
Note: This happens in the near future where Cordy and Connor don't sleep together, where Wesley joins up with Angel again, and where Fred and Gunn are engaged.
The grace and speed she fought with was because her life depended on it. There was a price out for her head. Out of seven attackers, she could only take down five until they got her. The last two were stubborn as hell. As a fist missed her by inches she double kicked him in his groin and stomach. Another high kick sent him sprawling. As he fell, she reached for her coat. Nestled inside were a few stakes. Unfortunately her attacker's partner was ready. He moved in like a snake and grabbed her wrist before she could react. He snapped it backwards. Quickly her foot encountered his foot. While he was distracted, she threw her elbow into his stomach. He shoved her away and she spun around trying to get her footing. Suddenly a hand gripped her hair and pulled on it.
Her head was snapped backwards and she came face to face with the previous attacker. Before she could do anything, his face changed. His fangs dug quickly and sharply into her neck. She felt the sucking sensation as he fed off her. This was not the first time this had happened. She prayed it was not the last. Quickly as soon as the pain started it stopped. He grinned at her with bloody fangs, then proceeded to head-butt her. Shoving her back she fell into the arms of the other vampire. Before she could push away, his teeth quickly sank into the other side of her neck. All she saw before passing out was a stake coming through the front of her previous attacker. Her whole entire body went limp.
(As the view shifts to the dusted vampire...)
The dust settled and the vampire holding the limp girl looked startled. He retracted his teeth, but then let her out of his grasp. She was non-responsive and totally limp. He hoped he was not to late. Connor knew he could not risk her life, if she was still alive. Her blood was still pulsing out of the sets of wounds. Closing the distance between them, he kept his steps slow and even. His stake up. He asked the vampire, "Midnight snack?"
The vampire looked confused and frightened. Using that awkwardness, he moved quickly with Angel's speed. Before the vampire knew anything, Connor was behind him. Quickly he stuck the stake into and through him, while hoping he did not hit the girl. The vampire popped into a could of ash, and the young girl limply fell to the ground. She landed on her side and did not move. Connor gently nudged her onto her back. Quickly he checked around to see if there were any more vampires hiding around. When it checked out to his satisfaction, he knelt down.
Seeing the double bite marks on her neck made him nervous. That would mean a larger loss of blood. He laid two of his fingers on her neck and felt for a pulse. It was there, but a little weak. Connor's hand gently brushed away the hair that was over her face. Her skin was pale and her scarlet hair stood out against it. Looking around, he picked her up. The only thing to do was to take her some place safe. His home. Moving quickly, he carried her away.
He got in no problem. The attic of the museum was a little tougher than he thought. He had to carry her over his shoulder while he climbed the ladder. He still liked the museum more than the homeless parks. He was still confused about Angel and felt that the situation was out of his control. He also did not know where his feelings fell. Carefully laying her on the bed and covered her. Hurrying into the bathroom, he went straight for the first aid kit. Bringing it into the room, he laid it on the bed. He carefully cleaned and bandaged her wounds. After, he took off her shoes and pulled the blanket tight around her. She should be out for a day or so. Setting up the traps was the first thing he did before cleaning up the mess. After, he sat down and watched her breath.
(A few hours later...)
The nightmare roused her from her sleep. She was completely disoriented as she glanced around the room she was in. Being lightheaded did not help at all. It got worse as she stood up. The thought of being captured by vampires again boiled her blood. She hoped she was with a friend, but she had to take care of herself. The best hope was to escape. She groped the side of the wall as she tried to make her way out. She found a door midway through her search. As her hand clasped around the knob, it turned from the outside. Quickly thinking, she picked up a book and held it high. As the person passed through, she brought it down. A young man crumpled to the ground.
Jumping over him, she ran. Jumping over and off the ladder, she landed on her fore legs. Scrambling to her feet she began to run. Suddenly something grabbed onto the lapels of her flannel shirt. Turning around she quickly slipped out of it with no problem. She always wore an extra shirt. With doing so, she came face to face with a young man. Pulling a stake that she hid in the back pocket of her jeans, she held it there, on him. She warned him, "Stay where you are."
"Put the stake away, I won't hurt you." His eyes seemed to plead with her. His hands came up in a defensive gesture.
"Bullshit! I suggest you allow me to leave, for that is what I will do."
She warned him. Taking a few steps backwards, she watched him for any signs of movement. Turning away, she fled quickly. She did not stop until she reached the safety of her home. Her breath wasn't short, for she was used to running this far this often. There were many teens at home. For it was a group home. Some were still up, while other's were not She slipped silently back into the home and into her room. The anxiety did not leave until she was there. Locking her door, she checked in all the places that someone could hide before she did anything.
When she knew it was all right, she stripped out of her old clothes and into clean ones. She glanced into the mirror as she did this. Her scars were still very visible and white. Scowling, she pealed off the bandages that were covering the holes on her neck. There were four puncture wounds. Sighing she turned away, walking to the door. She switched the lights off before she crawled into her bed. Closing her eyes she fell asleep again.
(While unknown to her, beneath her window...)
He had to make sure she arrived safely at her home. Surprise washed over him when she walked into a group home. Connor thought a girl like that would have a family. Holding her flannel in his hands, he glanced up again at her window. The lights were now off. He could sense her sleeping. Quietly he eyed the drainpipe that went all the way up past her window. Holding her shirt in one hand, he climbed the pipe. Making sure she did not stir or that he did not make any sounds, he opened the window. Climbing in, he made no noise what so ever.
She did not stir from where she slept. He carefully closed the window behind him as the wind blew in. Walking to her desk, he draped the shirt on the back of her chair. Glancing at the desktop, a picture caught his eye. Picking it up, he looked at it. It was of five people; the young girl and what he assumed were her parents and siblings. He wondered where they were and why she was in a place like this. Something caught his attention form on a clipboard on her wall. It was a newspaper clip. Glancing at it, it caught his attention.
It was about the murder of a family, except the middle child, a girl. Their car was found missing. For two weeks they searched for them. On the third week, the daughter turned up. She was almost dead from loss of blood. Doctors could not figure it out. She survived when none thought she would. She was then shipped to this home for she had no family. That was two years ago. Frowning he put the clip back on the clipboard. He knew now why she hunted them. Hearing her shift in her bed made him quickly leave.
The night was chilly and as he slowly walked through the night, he thought. About Angel, about his father. Before he knew it, he was at the hotel. There were countless things he wanted to ask Angel. Tonight he would ask them. Walking up the pavement, he opened the door. He found Angel, Gunn, and Fred talking among themselves. They all stopped when they spotted him. It was quiet for a while before Angel spoke. "Connor, what are you doing here?"
Pushing his hands into his pockets, he shifted from one foot to another. "I needed to ask you something." He waited to see if Angel would argue, which he did not. So he continued, "Do you remember two years ago when a family was massacred and a girl was taken for food for over three weeks?"
"Yes," Angel replied and shifted uncomfortably. "Why?"
"I ran into the her."
"Oh," was all Angel could say.
"Were the vampires ever found and destroyed?"
"They went into hiding," Angel answered. Gunn and Fred slipped quietly out of the room. "Why?"
"I saw a picture of her family and I wondered something. Were you looking for me all that time I was missing because you loved me?" Connor's eyes were set as stone.
Angel looked uncomfortable as he shifted from one foot to the other. "Yes Connor, I loved you. I still love you but you're a battle zone. Who you grew up with was wrong. Holtz stole you from me. When you accept that he was evil and tried to corrupt you, you may come back."
"I have startled to," Connor turned around and out the door.
(Later the next evening...)
The cemetery was quiet as it always was. She knelt down and placed flowers on the graves. Gently she leaned forward and traced the names on each of the four headstones. She was tracing her mother's name when she heard footsteps behind her. She heard a voice that startled her. "Do not let the anger and revenge eat at you."
Turning around she came face to face with the young man from the previous night. It was daytime, around dinnertime. About an hour before dusk. She lost her balance on the dewy grass. Slipping she scrambled across the grass until she was up and almost away. She turned and held him off at a distance. It was light, so he was not a vampire. "Stay away from me."
"I am not going to hurt you." He slowly moved forward a few more steps. "I just want to talk to you."
"Just stay where you are and speak. Don't come any closer." She moved back a few more paces, keeping a good distance between them. "I suggest you talk quickly."
"I know what happened to you last night. You're lucky to be alive."
"They would not have killed me."
"The just would have sucked you dry. You know most people don't live through one vampire bite."
Her whole body stiffened up at that word. "How did you know?"
Slowly he made his way a little closer. Three steps, four, then five. He gently lowered his voice and tried to subdue her terror. "There is a lot I know about you."
"Who are you?" Her hands were shaking while she spoke. Afterwards she noticed and gripped her hands together.
"Connor," he moved a few more steps closer. "What is your name?"
Shaking her head, she changed the subject. "What do you want from me?" She pulled her sweater closer to her body. Her body shivered as a gust of wind blew.
"To help you. To do that I need to get you somewhere safe." He put his hand on her arm and started to pull her with him. She jerked suddenly and backed a few steps back.
"No, I'm not going anywhere until you explain yourself."
"Listen, I do not have time to explain it all."
"Make the time or else I wont-" her sentence was cut off mid way by a shrieking of a siren. Whipping her body around she looked into the distance. She knew what she would see, but she prayed she was wrong. The fire was coming from a building, outside there were teens and adults. The group home was burning. She moved quickly and her feet knew what to do. Her feet hit the pavement at full speed as she covered the three blocks. There were police and firefighters trying to deal with this problem while the kids and adults were standing around and wringing their hands.
Her memories were in there. Terror seized through her. She pushed through the officers and firefighters. Ignoring the warnings yelled, she ran into the burning building. She heard more shouting but ignored them as she hurried up the stairs. The heat was unbearable. Flames leaped out at her. Her heart was thumping fast. She was frightened but she knew she had to do this. The whole place was burning as she made it to the second story. Covering her eyes, she ran straight through the flames and near where her door would be. Quickly peeking, she moved to her door. Her hand was about to close around the door handle when someone grabbed her from behind. Swearing she was tossed over a shoulder as she was carried through the fire, flames, and heat. Suddenly the cool air was surrounding her body. She was carried through the people and set down. She turned angrily to the person who carried her out.
"You had no right!" She yelled at Connor. "No right! That was all I had left." Her eyes were fueled with tears as she yelled. She looked as if she was about to slap him when her eyes wavered and her knees buckled. Her vision blurred and she collapsed into Connor's out stretched arms.
(Duh Duh Duh!!!)