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CHAPTER SEVEN

I'm not a virgin anymore
I've been taken
I've been hung up
I get down and start it over again
I've been open
And I've been closed like a book
And burned down like a written sin
I just thought you should know my darling
Before we begin
I'm not a virgin anymore

Not a Virgin – Poe

Connor let the rain trickle down over his face. He didn't know showers like this were rarely seen in southern California nor did he care. The night was young and he had anger to burn. He knew he should have stayed in the hotel. Wesley had gotten their reinforcements. Whatever it was, it was arriving today but Connor hadn't waited to see.

He couldn't hang around the hotel even though he knew he should. But Cordy was there and right now he didn't want to see her. He knew Angel had to have prompted her to talk to him. It was something Angel would do. He could ruin anything. There weren't words for the pain that tore through him.

Connor looked up at the dark sky, knowing he should just go back home. Maybe they hadn't missed him yet. Maybe he wouldn't have to endure listening to them berate him non-stop for not being a team player. All he needed was to listen to Cordelia yell at him or even speak to him one moment more, because after their afternoon talk it was all he could do not to put her through a wall.

Connor hated being angry at Cordy but he couldn't help it. Earlier they had talked about their relationship while waiting for Wesley's reinforcements. The talk left Connor on his knees, too weak to stand. He had wept piteously much like the sky was doing now and Cordelia had been less than sympathetic. After the why-we'll-never-work-as-a-couple talk, Connor had fled the hotel. He knew there wasn't a prayer of them not noticing his absence as much as he wished there were. Even if he went home now, he was in trouble.


And he didn't want to go home. He wanted to kill something. The Beast that had broken his ribs, his father, something. An unfortunate something chose then to cross his path, a gang of vampires. Of course, he had gone into their territory to find trouble as he already knew of them from the times Gunn had dealt with them when trying to find Angel. He welcomed this battle with opened arms, flipping right into their midst.

"I care about you but!"  Connor snarled, slamming a stake into one of them. "I can't be with you or your father. It's just too hard. It's wrong." Another staking, this time leaving him choking on the dust as he parroted Cordelia's words to the vampires who were trying to encircle him. "I wanted to give you something special, like hell." Stake one then dodge under the arms of another. "Don't give me the happy puppy look." Miss with the stake, break its neck instead. "You deserve someone your own age." Stake, puff, spin to face another vampire. "Who's she to tell me what I want and deserve." Slam the wood home, feel the body dissolve around it, yes this is what he needed but there were still so many of them.

"Sure, surround and pick on the little guy."


Connor whirled, hearing that cocky female voice. He saw her in the shadow and rain. She should have been terrified. Everyone was in vamp face. It was obvious he was surrounded by demons but the dark-haired woman wasn't afraid. Before Connor could warn her off, she leapt into action. Two vampires were gone before they even knew what was happening. Connor whirled back after the vampires as well. Within moments he and the brunette were fighting back to back in a cloud of vampire dust. Then all was silent except for he and the woman panting softly from the exertion.

She shook herself like a wet dog, showering dust and rainwater everywhere. "That felt so good. You have no idea. It's been nearly three years since I've had a good fight." She ran her hands over her slim body. "And slaying still makes me hungry and horny. Spent those years waiting for a good meal and a better lay." Her nose wrinkled as she looked around. "Guess I'm not going to find anything to eat around here."  Her wonderful eyes, darker even than Cordy's, fastened on him. "But from the way you handled yourself in a fight I'm betting the other is a good possibility."

"What?" Connor swallowed hard. He knew what. He had been offered sex very quickly in the past from women expecting money for it. He had always refused. Father taught him better than that. But tonight he felt like being what he was; the bastard son of two demons. He was going to be as bad as they were. He didn't expect this warrior to ask for money. There was something different about her, just the way she moved and fought told him that much. There was something special about her. He could sense it.

"I think you know what." She ran a hand over his sweaty cheek.

She was so warm. He could smell her desire despite the night rain's attempt at washing everything away. Connor felt the lust washing through him, already heading south. "Where?" His voice went husky.

She took his hand and led him deeper into the alley. She jumped up and grabbed down the bottom edge of the fire escape. She scrambled up to the second landing then pulled him to her. No words were exchanged before her lips met his. The kiss was so hungry Connor thought she might swallow him whole.  She might not exactly be his age but he'd show Cordy just how well he could get along without her. The woman grinding against him wasn't beautiful but there was something alluring about her.

She pressed him down onto the wet fire escape landing. Connor's hands moved over her, her shirt stuck to her firm body by the rain deluging down on them. It added a rawness to their coupling. With Cordelia, Connor had felt passion, love and joy. This was sheer animal lust. It felt dirty and wonderful all at the same time.

When it was over, she swung off of him and pulled on her pants. "Thanks. I really needed that."

Connor didn't know what to say to that so he just pulled up his own pants, his eyes never leaving her.


She looked back at him and smiled. "How'd you learn to fight vampires like that?"

"Sort of born to it." He offered her a tentative smile.

She snorted. "Same here. Let's get out of the rain. Come on, I have a place not too far from here." She smiled, crossing over to him. She ran a hand over his arm. "You have potential."

Connor knew by now everyone was probably worried about him but he didn't care. Too bad. What did the offspring of demons care about the following the rules? He didn't want to stay in the hotel at the first place. "Sure. I'm Steven by the way." Connor didn't know why he said that. Maybe it was because he was tired of being Connor. He only took that name to disarm Angel but got stuck with it once Gunn and Fred decided they'd take over as parents for him. Maybe it was time he shed his skin and that dumb name with it.

"Faith," she said, bounding down the fire escape.


Connor didn't bother with the steps. He just vaulted over the side, landing like a cat.

Faith grinned at him. "Yeah, a whole lot of potential."


She motioned for him to follow her and loped off. Connor matched her pace easily, surprised when she didn't seem to tire much. Then again, the strength with which she had held him down told him she wasn't a normal human. Still, she didn't smell like a demon or look like one. And he didn't care. Tonight, he was going to be his father's son, no matter what the cost. Faith took him back to familiar ground. She paused at the front door to the Hyperion.

"Come on, I'm staying at the hotel," she said.

He glanced at the front door nervously. He couldn't believe this. He found himself hoping everyone was out. He knew Faith wanted more from him and he wanted to give it to her. Still, he knew this wasn't' exactly the right thing to be doing. "But I…"

"You haven't changed your mind, have you?" She looked at him oddly. "I know this sounds bad, slutty even, but tonight I just need someone. I don't need a lot of talk."

Connor realized he must be looking at Wesley's reinforcements. Either God had given her to him or he was laughing at him, as Gunn would say. Either way, Connor didn't care. "I'm the quiet type."

"Good."


Faith led him inside. No one was around. Connor figured they were probably all out looking for him. He knew he should tell Faith that, that they should go and look for Angel but he didn't. He just followed her upstairs and into her room.

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"I'm cold and I'm wet," Lorne muttered as the group came back to the hotel.

"I'm worried about Connor," Cordelia said as Gunn, Wesley and Angel put away their weapons.

"We looked everywhere for him," Fred reminded her, wringing out her long hair.

"I can't believe he just took off," Angel muttered, pulling off his drenched duster.

"I can," Gunn shot back. "The whole time we were looking for you, Angel, he'd just go off on his own. He doesn't play well with others. I'm not worried about him. He does this all the time."

"Yes, but back then we didn't have the Beast out there slaughtering people," Angel countered, pulling a cleaning cloth out of the weapons' cabinet so he could dry off the sword before putting it away.

"Angel, Connor knows not to go up against it alone," Wesley said, drying off his lenses.

"Does he? He blames himself for it being here in the first place," Angel said, his eyes squeezing shut against the anguish that thought caused. No one had really disabused Connor of that notion. What if his son did go find the Beast thinking he had to be the one to slay it.

"And he knows it can hurt him. You know he doesn't really want to be here. He's probably out sulking." Gunn shrugged.

"I hope you're right," Angel said, shooting a hot look Cordy's way. She flinched.

"I just wish I hadn't told Faith to go out on patrol by herself," Wesley said. "We could have used her to help find Connor but she was so adamant about just getting prison out of her system."

"I shudder to think what that means," Cordelia said, shivering in her wet clothing. "I need to get dry."

"We all do. We should just turn in. Faith will come back when she's ready and so will Connor I guess," Angel said, hating the idea that his son might be out there doing something stupid that could get him killed.

As the others dispersed, he caught Cordelia before she went upstairs. "He left after you spoke to him, didn't he?" Angel asked.

Cordelia couldn't quite meet his eyes. Guilt should have been on her face but Angel knew she didn't seem to have much acquaintance with that emotion. "I'm sorry, Angel. I did what you asked. I told him how I felt."

"And that wasn't what he wanted to hear."

"No. I didn't mean for this to happen." She glanced up at Angel. "I'm sure Gunn's right. Connor is probably just off somewhere cooling down. He's not stupid, Angel. He wouldn't go after that demon alone."

Angel let her arm go. "I know. Go on, get into something warm before you get sick."

Angel watched her go then headed upstairs. He decided to check and see if Faith had come back already. He heard something coming from her room. There was no mistaking the sounds he heard but the scent leaking around the badly fitted old door shocked him. This couldn't be right. Angel knew he should just keep on walking, go to his room, get some sleep and pretend his senses weren't telling him anything but he didn't. He rapped on the door. "Faith?"

He heard them shuffling about and someone came to the door. Faith opened it a crack, just enough to peer around it. He could see a little of her dark bare flesh and could smell his son all over her.

"Um, Angel, is there something you need? I'm sort of busy," Faith said, her voice thick and low.

"Yes, I know, with my teen-aged son," he said and instantly wished he hadn't. He should have just stayed out of this but this was his child and he had to look out for him.

Faith dropped back, letting the door open. She didn't seem the least bit shy about him seeing her naked. Connor, while not shy, looked fairly afraid to see his father looming in the doorway. "What?"

"We've all been out looking for Connor. Looks like you found him," Angel said, trying to sound less angry.

Faith whirled back around, facing Connor, her dark eyes hardening. "You told me your name was Steven."

"It is," Connor said, glaring at his father, shifting on the bed as if unsure if he should stay there or get up and get dressed.

"It was," Angel countered. "Or have you decided to make another change?"

"If I had any idea, Angel I'd never…" Faith said, casting an angry look Connor's way.

He rolled out of bed, face red with rage. "Why is it every time you show up, Dad, I'm suddenly not good enough to be with?" he snarled.

"Just get your clothes and get to your room, Connor," Angel said wearily.

"Connor just keeps getting used. And you wonder why I want to be Steven again?" Connor snatched his pants up off the floor and struggled into them.

"Look, kid, I'm sorry. It was just supposed to be fun, you know." Faith seemed uncharacteristically embarrassed.

"I know. It was until he showed up." Connor shot his father a withering look.

Faith blushed a little at that. "Yeah, well, maybe you ought to just listen to your father."

"Why start now?" Connor asked, brushing past Angel as he left the room.


Faith grimaced. "Sorry, Angel."

He held up a hand. "I'll deal with him. Don't worry about it."


Angel shut the door and ran after his son. "Connor, wait up." The boy didn't listen so Angel dragged him to a stop. Connor shrugged free. "What do you think you were doing, Connor?"

Connor refused to look at him. "Having a little fun."

"That isn't right," Angel said softly, flashing back to this exact fight with his own father over two centuries before.

Connor's full lips twisted. "Why not? We fought together, took out a whole gang of vampires. She's the one who wanted to so why not? It's not like Cordy wants me any more. And now Faith doesn't either thanks to you. Anything else you want to ruin for me?"

Angel let his son's anger just wash over him. "Connor, jumping from one woman's bed to another's is wrong. You can't do something like that."

"Why?" Connor thumped Angel's chest. "Isn't that what you did when you were my age?"


The venom in Connor's voice numbed Angel. He felt his anger go from simmer to boil and he tried to battle it back. "If you want to be like me, Connor, I can go out and buy you some beer. You can get drunk, screw around and end up dead in an alley just like I did. Is that what you want?"

"Why not? Fitting isn't it since I was born in one," Connor shot back, shoving Angel.

Angel just let him do it. "Connor, letting yourself get used isn't going to make you feel any better about what happened between you and Cordy."

Connor cocked his hand back as if to punch his father. His lips trembled as his eyes misted. He let his hand fall as the tears came. Angel pulled his son against his chest.

"I know you're hurting, son. And I don't know how to make it better. But you're just making it worse. You scared everyone by running off like that and Faith…well, I'm not going to tell anyone about tonight, all right?" Angel rubbed Connor's back.


The boy broke away from him, wiping his face. He just nodded and started for his room. Angel just watched him until he was sure Connor was indeed going back there then he headed for his own room. He felt bad about embarrassing Connor and Faith like that but he knew he had to end that relationship quickly. He didn't blame either of them really. Faith was just Faith. He knew what it was like to be a highly sexual creature locked up without a way of getting release. He suspected that was part of the reason Wesley had let her go as well. He just didn't want his son to turn out like him, bedding every woman he could find just for the pleasure of it. He knew deep down Connor wasn't like that, that tonight was all about pain and betrayal. He could keep it a secret and come morning, he'd talk to Faith and ask her to do the same.