Connor in the Past - Chapter 2
Note: Words in ** are thoughts.
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*My head still hurts.* was Connor's first thought upon waking, along with, *Ouch.*
Connor slowly opened his eyes, blinking to let them adjust. It was still dark outside and he was still lying in the middle of the street. He carefully sat up, making sure nothing worse than a few cuts and bruises had happened to his body. Sometimes being the son of two vampires had its pluses. Connor looked around, the truck was gone, and he appeared to be the only one around. Looking closer at the scenery he noticed that the buildings weren't as tall as he remembered them. In fact, the city was quiet, very unlike L.A., no matter how late it was. Connor stood up and walked to the sidewalk studying the buildings more carefully. This was different. A different place, definitely not Los Angles. He walked along the sidewalk noticing a few people drifting around, quietly making their way home. He turned a corner and noticed a larger building with a sign in front. It read, 'Sunnydale Library'.
*Sunnydale? Why does that sound familiar?* Connor thought, staring at the sign. Suddenly he heard Cordelia's voice in his head.
"Sunnydale was never a normal town, what with living on the Hellmouth and all, but I guess I just got used to it. My yearbook never seemed weird to me...well until I couldn't remember anything about life in Sunnydale."
It had been one of the many slightly depressing talks they had, had after she regained her memory.
"Sunnydale." Connor whispered, thinking of the crazy town Cordelia had described. The Hellmouth, complete with demons and vampires.
Connor stared at the sign for a moment longer, before turning away. He had no idea how he had ended up in Sunnydale. He didn't even know exactly where Sunnydale was in relation to L.A. He began to walk the nearly deserted streets, heading in no particular direction.
*How did he get here? Why was he here?* Connor asked himself as he walked. But he had no answers. *I want to go home.* Connor thought, looking around the strange town.
*What? Home?* Was his next complete thought. When had he started to think of L.A. as home? He hadn't realized home had changed for him in the last months. But looking around Connor realized he'd give almost anything to be back in the city of Los Angles.
Before his thoughts could depress him farther he heard faint sounds of fighting. He turning his head in the direction of the sounds and began to follow them. The sounds grew in volume until he reached a cemetery. He jumped over the fence effortlessly and continued towards the sounds. Then he heard, "Angel!"
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"Angel!" Buffy yelled to him as three vamps tried to take him from behind.
Angel quickly turned to the vamps and dusted the closest one as the other two rushed him.
Buffy fought the two vamps on her as two more closed in. Breaking the hold of the vamp behind her Buffy kicked the one on her right and staked the one in front of her, giving herself more room to work.
Angel in the mean time had dusted the second vamp and the third would not be far behind.
Buffy staked the vamp she had recently kicked back as Angel ran to help her with the last two. The remaining vamps lasted only seconds before they too were nothing but piles of dust.
"Just another night of wonderful slayage." Buffy commented to Angel as they brushed dust off their clothes.
"Yeah, wonderful." Angel replied as he noticed a tear in his shirt.
Buffy smiled up at him, noticing the tear he was looking at. Angel may be a vampire with a soul and he may be 240+ years but he still worried about his clothing. It actually made Buffy feel more connected to him, because he understood when she got upset over getting demon slime on her new sweater. Unlike Giles, who looked at her like she had grown three heads when she mentioned it.
Angel sighed, knowing another shirt was ruined and looked to the blonde slayer in front of him. Smiling, he caught her eye. "Walk you home?" asked, holding out his hand.
Buffy smiled and grabbed his hand. "Always."
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Connor watched from the shadows as his father and a blonde girl fought vampires. The blonde was amazingly strong and Connor wondered if she too was a vampire. Seeing his father confused Connor further, because last he knew Angel was still in L.A. And this girl seemed to know him rather well.
Connor's first thought had been that Angel had done this. Angel had sent him here. But he quickly dismissed that idea. If that were true, Angel would have been waiting for him. Old habits died hard. Connor watched as Angel and the blond held hands and began walking away.
He hesitated briefly before following.
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"So, what were we talking about before the vamps attacked?" Buffy asked Angel, as they walked through the darkened streets of Sunnydale.
"Your Biology class, you just had a test in there."
"Oh, yeah. I'm not sure how well I did. I studied my butt off for that test and I swear half of it looked like a foreign language."
"I'm sure you did okay. I know you've been studying for it, and you seemed to be confident last night."
"Yeah." Buffy turned quiet as they walked, thinking about the horror that was high school. No matter how hard she tried, she never seemed to be able to do well. Although she did manage to get high scores on her SAT test, so maybe not all was lost.
They turned onto Buffy's street and Buffy slowed her walk. Angel glanced at her and readjusted his walk. Saying good-bye was always hard for them. A lot of nights Buffy stayed at his place, but they tried to limit that. Buffy's mother worried when she wasn't home and with the curse still in effect, the temptations were easier to manage with a little down time between sleepovers.
"Well, here we are." Buffy said softly as they stopped on her porch.
"Yep."
"Do you want to come in?"
"It's late, and you do have school tomorrow."
"Right. Well, I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Of course. Good night. Sweet dreams." Angel smiled down at her.
"Night." Buffy replied as she leaned in to kiss him.
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Connor watched from across the street as Buffy and Angel kissed. His sensitive hearing had made it possible for him to overhear most of their conversation. She wasn't a vampire. She was a high school student. And she lived in a nice house, and for some reason she was kissing his vampire father and the two of them had been in a cemetery late a night fighting other vampires. Connor's confusion grew.
He watched as his father waited for the girl to disappear inside the house and close the door before turning to leave. As his father began to walk back the way he came, Connor stepped into his path.
"Dad."
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TBC.
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