Poisonous
O.C. I'm so so sorry! I uploaded the wrong document. So I didn't finish
this story, but if you'd take your time I finished the ending so it's
clearer. Once again so so sorry.
By the way, that episode last night rocked. Angelus kicks ass. Even though
everyone knows that Doyle would have been back if Glenn hadn't died. So
this story is dedicated to Glenn, in loving memory.
Wesley smoothly, coolly, entered the Hyperion hotel. He glanced around, figured Fred and Gun was upstairs so he proceeded onto the kitchen where he found Cordelia and Eve.
"What's up," Eve asked as soon as Wes came in, with a nod. Wes nodded to her. "Name's Eve," she told him as if she was reading his mind.
Wesley nodded and shook the hand she offered. "Wesley."
"So, this is how the Angel investigations work. Pretty slow. How bout we go and stake ourselves some vamps?" Eve pleaded, the boredom showed in her voice.
"It's kind of dangerous without Angel," Wesley answered. It was, after all, humans vs. vampires just never ended in the good way.
"Come on man. Let me show you how a person should kill vampires." The expression on Wesley's face didn't change. "Please?"
Wesley half glanced at Cordelia who shrugged him an answer then he was back to Eve. "15 minutes."
Patrol was real slow. Angel decided to join Buffy during patrol. Just like old times. Angel's eyes remained on the pavement throughout most of it. How could he laugh with her, or talk to her at all, after what she did. After what she does, after how she acts. How could a person change so much during 4 years?
"Angel?" Buffy asked, knowing that she didn't need to ask a question. Angel turned to look at her, his eyes completely blank, not wanting to love anymore, not wanting to feel anything.
"I'm fine," Angel, said half annoyed half wishing that he hadn't come in the first place. Buffy didn't believe in him, how could person remain the same for 4 years?
"Angel. I'm sorry. But you left. I had to move on. I'm sorry for hurting you. You know I still love you so stop casting me aside and talk to me." Buffy laid her hand on his arm softly, making him stop and face her.
"I didn't mind you dating or moving on but I planned you to move onto the living not the younger." Angel glanced but down. Buffy softly raised his chin.
"Angel." Her hand found the back of his neck and then pulled him into a passionate kiss.
Connor slowly opened his eyes. He glanced around the room, giving them time to adjust. Eve wasn't there, not that he cared.
"Connor?" A voice asked, the owner rising from her seat. "How you feeling?" She asked as she moved closer to his side.
"Cordelia?" Connor asked in a childish voice. He was still dead tired even though he's been asleep for 5 hours. The wound was still bleeding, seeping through the blanket. It still hurt, a lot more than a normal stab would.
"How's the stab?" Cordelia ask sinking to her knees as she leaned over the bed side.
"Better," Connor lied. It'd looked better if he'd seem to be improving.
"Can I take a look?" Cordelia asked, in a steady, trying desperately not to make him mad.
Connor was about to say no but a shock went through him, triggering the wound, making it bleed more and causing him to groan in the process. Cordelia rose to her feet and sat on the edge of the bed. She pushed the cover off of Connor. His shirt was covered in that blood liquid. Cordelia slowly peeled up his shirt. The wound hadn't healed at all; in fact it looked bigger to Cordelia than it was 5 hours ago.
"The bandage hadn't stop it at all," Cordelia said more to herself than to Connor. Pain rose in Connor's face as he laid back onto the pillow. This was a pain, a pain he couldn't fight, a pain he couldn't ignore and a pain he couldn't do anything about. It angered him, more than anyone could imagine. How could he of give that demon a chance to get the best of him? How could he come crawling back to Angel when he was down? "Connor. I don't think this is a normal cut. I've seen stabbed wounds before, hell I've had one by own, they're not suppose to grow. How'd the weapon look?"
"It was a knife. Like a steel stake. But.It came from his body; stabbed itself out of his hand then returned," Connor forced himself to say, trying to wash away the pain.
"Oh.Well, this could be poison or, or something else bad. Wish we had someone else to depend on besides Angel," Cordelia spoke to herself with the knowledge that Connor could hear her.
"You do," a familiar voice stated, with a taste of an Irish accent. Cordelia's eyes dashed up to meet the demon's.
"Doyle?" Cordelia asked still not believing what she saw. Cordelia slid rather fast off the bed, but smoothly, lightly, trying not to hurt Connor. She ran inches to the door and flung a hug on Doyle. When it was far past letting go time Cordelia couldn't bring herself to. She had let him go once, she was too afraid that if she were to let him go this time, he might vanish; it might all be a dream.
"Cordelia," Doyle breathed. "We've never hugged," he recapped. They never did, and now he didn't have to say anything to make her. He wouldn't push her off, no he loved her too much; he absorbed the hug.
Connor shook on the bed; it wasn't out of coldness it was out of shock. He was going into shock. His breathing became shallow, unbearable, unstoppable. Cordelia released Doyle from the hug and turn to look at Connor.
"What's happen?" Cordelia asked Doyle. Boy it sure did feel good to ask some you actually know.
"Shock," Doyle answered. He walked into the room and to Connor's bedside. "Hey. Don't go to sleep. No, stay awake." Doyle shook Connor lightly. Connor eyes fluttered open then close then open once more. "Cordelia." Doyle turned to Cordelia. "Ice. And a wet towel. I don't know how to treat his wound but that should help at least." Doyle never ordered around Cordelia but she took this order and left the room
"Doyle?" Connor asked without looking at him. Doyle turned to look at Connor. Connor had brought up the closest hand and laid it on Doyle's. "How'd you get back? You're supposed to be dead."
"Powers to be. They figured that Angel was on the losing team, why not throw in another helpful demon. Who are you?" Doyle asked all in one sentence.
"Connor. Angel's son," Connor answered. He wasn't able to form full sentences, he could hardly stay awake.
"Oh," Doyle said. He wasn't sure how a vampire with dead sperm could have a child but hey that's ok. Cordelia returned with the ice and water.
Wesley throws a vampire into a wall. They had accidentally walked into an alley full of them. Wesley would have back out but Eve stopped him; well Eve and the vampires.
Eve ran to the wall, step on it with one foot, pushing off of it, kicking the vampire in the head. Wesley stakes one vampire then throws the same stake and stakes an oncoming one. Eve swings in the direction of a few vampires. A ball of fire leaves her hand and hits the one straight in front of her. The vampire catches on fire, and then stumbles back into two more, catching them on fire. A vampire over powers Wesley and pins him up against a wall. Eve is too busy taking on a few vamps herself. Eve jumps into the air, spreading her legs, managing to kick both. The vampire lowers his head to Wes's neck. With looking Eve throws a stake at the vampire, dusting it.
Eve swings at one; her punch is blocked. She smoothly turns the block into a spin kick, which is also blocked. The vampire thrust his palm forward, catching Eve in midsection, throwing her back a great distance. Eve pulls out a stake and throws it at the vampire, dusting it. Wesley dusts the final vampire with no trouble.
"Well, they sucked." Eve looked thoroughly at the alley, but it was vamp free. "So up for another round?" Eve asked, not at all joking.
"Nah. We have to get back." Wesley didn't know about Connor, what was there to get back to?
"Oh. Well.fine. But that's just cause it's almost sun rise." Eve took the lead in the walking. If there were to be any more vampires, Eve wanted to be the one who would fight them
"Sun's almost up," Buffy stated even though she knew Angel already knew. They walked steadily back to the Summer's home. Angel stood uncomfortably at the door. What was he suppose to do?
Buffy looked over at Angel. Willow had already fallen asleep, Dawn had been put to bed as well. Anya and Xander were not there, no noise, nothing to do. Nothing felt the same anymore.
"Buffy." Angel finally broke the silence. He looked over at Buffy and caught her gaze. They were lost for a split second.
"Angel, I love you." It had been eating her up inside. Buffy had no need to say, of coarse Angel already knew; but she felt that she had to say it for herself, not him.
"I love you too," Angel confessed. "Buffy, we said this could never be, thousands times before, but this has to be. Not you and me, but.we should have never met.but now that we have." the space between the two had been lessening, but now there was no more room to take, they were touching before either realized it.
Angel leaned in, as so did Buffy; their lips met and they were lost in a passionate kiss. A kiss like thousands before, like old time. A kiss that meant the world to the both of them.
"Doyle?" Eve asked. She had just walked into the hotel, Doyle was sitting behind the nearest desk, trying to do research on poisonous demons. "Yo, man, what's shakin?"
"Eve?" Doyle asked, his eyes fully comprehending who was before him. Eve walked further into the hotel.
"Hey, dude, ain't you like, suppose to be dead?" Eve asked as she dropped onto the round couch that separated her and Doyle.
"Yeah. The Powers that be decided to give me another chance. They figured I died for a great cause, why not let me die for another one." Doyle looked closer at the screen. "Hey, Wesley, do you have ginger, olive oil, a lemon and rosmary?" Doyle asked the man that hovered over Eve.
"Yeah, all except rosmary, but I think I know a place where I can get it." Wesley turned to leave but Doyle spoke up before he could.
"Think you could grab some blood, two vampires here, and Angel gets picky with it." Always looking out for Angel, that's Doyle's job. Wesley turned and gave a swift nod then left. Eve stood and headed for the room. But stopped when she recognized what the herbs were for.
"He has been poisoned?" Eve asked, stepping down a few steps so she could see Doyle a little better.
"Yeah, it was a poisonous demon. Is that okay; it's easy to heal, just hard to figure out how," Doyle informed a trembling Eve. Eve nodded and ran up the stairs and into Connor's room. Cordelia wasn't there; Eve figured Cordelia was asleep in another room.
"Connor?" Eve whispered, not wanting to disturb the silence. Connor turned his head to look at Eve. Eve hadn't come in soundlessly but he hadn't heard her. His hearing wasn't as super it was a few hours ago. "Are you ok?" Eve asked leaning onto the bed as she knelt beside it.
"Eve." Connor couldn't say anything besides that, what was there to say. He was dieing. Was he suppose to say 'I love you,' nah. That wasn't right. Of coarse he loved Eve, but he didn't love her like Angel loved Buffy, he loved her like a sister. When Connor wasn't with Angel, he usually was with Eve. She was always there for him, and she wasn't about to turn her back on him now; not with poison and not during an apocalypse.
"Connor, you've been poisoned. But it's going to be ok; Wesley just went to get the last ingredient. You're getting close. I-I can te-tell." It was the blood. He was covered in it, even though Cordelia had cleaned him off countless times, she was a vampire; of coarse it was the blood. The blood drew her attention, she couldn't speak right, she couldn't. But no, she wasn't going to eat him, that's just not a reality.
"Eve," Connor repeated. Eve was the perfect name and it made you wonder. Adam and Eve, was it possible that this Eve was the one who god first created? No one knows, only Eve does. Eve could sense what Connor need. She leant in and kissed his forehead, one of the few spots that beheld no blood, she then leant in again and hugged him. The hug went on for several minutes, she didn't want to let him go and he didn't want her to neither. She was his comfort, his cover, shield, what he loved most in life.
"Eve, it hurts," Connor coughed. Blood framed his mouth. Because of the lack of blood, blood came from his mouth. It caught her attention she fought to restrain herself. How could the thought even enter her mind? "It hurts too much." Connor was sounding like a child. He'd never done that before, she was feeling worried.
"Shh. Just try to stop the blood from flowing out." Without thinking of it, Eve moved her right hand, to caress Connor's hand, over his wound. The blood flowed throw Connor's hand and onto Eve's, where it stopped. The smell, the fell, it was so vivid; it was tempting. But no, how dare the thought even come to her mind. "Connor. I really.have to go. Yeah that's it." Eve quickly pulled her hand from Connor's and stood at once. With out an half glance at her bloody hand nor at Connor, Eve quickly left the room.
Wesley smoothly, coolly, entered the Hyperion hotel. He glanced around, figured Fred and Gun was upstairs so he proceeded onto the kitchen where he found Cordelia and Eve.
"What's up," Eve asked as soon as Wes came in, with a nod. Wes nodded to her. "Name's Eve," she told him as if she was reading his mind.
Wesley nodded and shook the hand she offered. "Wesley."
"So, this is how the Angel investigations work. Pretty slow. How bout we go and stake ourselves some vamps?" Eve pleaded, the boredom showed in her voice.
"It's kind of dangerous without Angel," Wesley answered. It was, after all, humans vs. vampires just never ended in the good way.
"Come on man. Let me show you how a person should kill vampires." The expression on Wesley's face didn't change. "Please?"
Wesley half glanced at Cordelia who shrugged him an answer then he was back to Eve. "15 minutes."
Patrol was real slow. Angel decided to join Buffy during patrol. Just like old times. Angel's eyes remained on the pavement throughout most of it. How could he laugh with her, or talk to her at all, after what she did. After what she does, after how she acts. How could a person change so much during 4 years?
"Angel?" Buffy asked, knowing that she didn't need to ask a question. Angel turned to look at her, his eyes completely blank, not wanting to love anymore, not wanting to feel anything.
"I'm fine," Angel, said half annoyed half wishing that he hadn't come in the first place. Buffy didn't believe in him, how could person remain the same for 4 years?
"Angel. I'm sorry. But you left. I had to move on. I'm sorry for hurting you. You know I still love you so stop casting me aside and talk to me." Buffy laid her hand on his arm softly, making him stop and face her.
"I didn't mind you dating or moving on but I planned you to move onto the living not the younger." Angel glanced but down. Buffy softly raised his chin.
"Angel." Her hand found the back of his neck and then pulled him into a passionate kiss.
Connor slowly opened his eyes. He glanced around the room, giving them time to adjust. Eve wasn't there, not that he cared.
"Connor?" A voice asked, the owner rising from her seat. "How you feeling?" She asked as she moved closer to his side.
"Cordelia?" Connor asked in a childish voice. He was still dead tired even though he's been asleep for 5 hours. The wound was still bleeding, seeping through the blanket. It still hurt, a lot more than a normal stab would.
"How's the stab?" Cordelia ask sinking to her knees as she leaned over the bed side.
"Better," Connor lied. It'd looked better if he'd seem to be improving.
"Can I take a look?" Cordelia asked, in a steady, trying desperately not to make him mad.
Connor was about to say no but a shock went through him, triggering the wound, making it bleed more and causing him to groan in the process. Cordelia rose to her feet and sat on the edge of the bed. She pushed the cover off of Connor. His shirt was covered in that blood liquid. Cordelia slowly peeled up his shirt. The wound hadn't healed at all; in fact it looked bigger to Cordelia than it was 5 hours ago.
"The bandage hadn't stop it at all," Cordelia said more to herself than to Connor. Pain rose in Connor's face as he laid back onto the pillow. This was a pain, a pain he couldn't fight, a pain he couldn't ignore and a pain he couldn't do anything about. It angered him, more than anyone could imagine. How could he of give that demon a chance to get the best of him? How could he come crawling back to Angel when he was down? "Connor. I don't think this is a normal cut. I've seen stabbed wounds before, hell I've had one by own, they're not suppose to grow. How'd the weapon look?"
"It was a knife. Like a steel stake. But.It came from his body; stabbed itself out of his hand then returned," Connor forced himself to say, trying to wash away the pain.
"Oh.Well, this could be poison or, or something else bad. Wish we had someone else to depend on besides Angel," Cordelia spoke to herself with the knowledge that Connor could hear her.
"You do," a familiar voice stated, with a taste of an Irish accent. Cordelia's eyes dashed up to meet the demon's.
"Doyle?" Cordelia asked still not believing what she saw. Cordelia slid rather fast off the bed, but smoothly, lightly, trying not to hurt Connor. She ran inches to the door and flung a hug on Doyle. When it was far past letting go time Cordelia couldn't bring herself to. She had let him go once, she was too afraid that if she were to let him go this time, he might vanish; it might all be a dream.
"Cordelia," Doyle breathed. "We've never hugged," he recapped. They never did, and now he didn't have to say anything to make her. He wouldn't push her off, no he loved her too much; he absorbed the hug.
Connor shook on the bed; it wasn't out of coldness it was out of shock. He was going into shock. His breathing became shallow, unbearable, unstoppable. Cordelia released Doyle from the hug and turn to look at Connor.
"What's happen?" Cordelia asked Doyle. Boy it sure did feel good to ask some you actually know.
"Shock," Doyle answered. He walked into the room and to Connor's bedside. "Hey. Don't go to sleep. No, stay awake." Doyle shook Connor lightly. Connor eyes fluttered open then close then open once more. "Cordelia." Doyle turned to Cordelia. "Ice. And a wet towel. I don't know how to treat his wound but that should help at least." Doyle never ordered around Cordelia but she took this order and left the room
"Doyle?" Connor asked without looking at him. Doyle turned to look at Connor. Connor had brought up the closest hand and laid it on Doyle's. "How'd you get back? You're supposed to be dead."
"Powers to be. They figured that Angel was on the losing team, why not throw in another helpful demon. Who are you?" Doyle asked all in one sentence.
"Connor. Angel's son," Connor answered. He wasn't able to form full sentences, he could hardly stay awake.
"Oh," Doyle said. He wasn't sure how a vampire with dead sperm could have a child but hey that's ok. Cordelia returned with the ice and water.
Wesley throws a vampire into a wall. They had accidentally walked into an alley full of them. Wesley would have back out but Eve stopped him; well Eve and the vampires.
Eve ran to the wall, step on it with one foot, pushing off of it, kicking the vampire in the head. Wesley stakes one vampire then throws the same stake and stakes an oncoming one. Eve swings in the direction of a few vampires. A ball of fire leaves her hand and hits the one straight in front of her. The vampire catches on fire, and then stumbles back into two more, catching them on fire. A vampire over powers Wesley and pins him up against a wall. Eve is too busy taking on a few vamps herself. Eve jumps into the air, spreading her legs, managing to kick both. The vampire lowers his head to Wes's neck. With looking Eve throws a stake at the vampire, dusting it.
Eve swings at one; her punch is blocked. She smoothly turns the block into a spin kick, which is also blocked. The vampire thrust his palm forward, catching Eve in midsection, throwing her back a great distance. Eve pulls out a stake and throws it at the vampire, dusting it. Wesley dusts the final vampire with no trouble.
"Well, they sucked." Eve looked thoroughly at the alley, but it was vamp free. "So up for another round?" Eve asked, not at all joking.
"Nah. We have to get back." Wesley didn't know about Connor, what was there to get back to?
"Oh. Well.fine. But that's just cause it's almost sun rise." Eve took the lead in the walking. If there were to be any more vampires, Eve wanted to be the one who would fight them
"Sun's almost up," Buffy stated even though she knew Angel already knew. They walked steadily back to the Summer's home. Angel stood uncomfortably at the door. What was he suppose to do?
Buffy looked over at Angel. Willow had already fallen asleep, Dawn had been put to bed as well. Anya and Xander were not there, no noise, nothing to do. Nothing felt the same anymore.
"Buffy." Angel finally broke the silence. He looked over at Buffy and caught her gaze. They were lost for a split second.
"Angel, I love you." It had been eating her up inside. Buffy had no need to say, of coarse Angel already knew; but she felt that she had to say it for herself, not him.
"I love you too," Angel confessed. "Buffy, we said this could never be, thousands times before, but this has to be. Not you and me, but.we should have never met.but now that we have." the space between the two had been lessening, but now there was no more room to take, they were touching before either realized it.
Angel leaned in, as so did Buffy; their lips met and they were lost in a passionate kiss. A kiss like thousands before, like old time. A kiss that meant the world to the both of them.
"Doyle?" Eve asked. She had just walked into the hotel, Doyle was sitting behind the nearest desk, trying to do research on poisonous demons. "Yo, man, what's shakin?"
"Eve?" Doyle asked, his eyes fully comprehending who was before him. Eve walked further into the hotel.
"Hey, dude, ain't you like, suppose to be dead?" Eve asked as she dropped onto the round couch that separated her and Doyle.
"Yeah. The Powers that be decided to give me another chance. They figured I died for a great cause, why not let me die for another one." Doyle looked closer at the screen. "Hey, Wesley, do you have ginger, olive oil, a lemon and rosmary?" Doyle asked the man that hovered over Eve.
"Yeah, all except rosmary, but I think I know a place where I can get it." Wesley turned to leave but Doyle spoke up before he could.
"Think you could grab some blood, two vampires here, and Angel gets picky with it." Always looking out for Angel, that's Doyle's job. Wesley turned and gave a swift nod then left. Eve stood and headed for the room. But stopped when she recognized what the herbs were for.
"He has been poisoned?" Eve asked, stepping down a few steps so she could see Doyle a little better.
"Yeah, it was a poisonous demon. Is that okay; it's easy to heal, just hard to figure out how," Doyle informed a trembling Eve. Eve nodded and ran up the stairs and into Connor's room. Cordelia wasn't there; Eve figured Cordelia was asleep in another room.
"Connor?" Eve whispered, not wanting to disturb the silence. Connor turned his head to look at Eve. Eve hadn't come in soundlessly but he hadn't heard her. His hearing wasn't as super it was a few hours ago. "Are you ok?" Eve asked leaning onto the bed as she knelt beside it.
"Eve." Connor couldn't say anything besides that, what was there to say. He was dieing. Was he suppose to say 'I love you,' nah. That wasn't right. Of coarse he loved Eve, but he didn't love her like Angel loved Buffy, he loved her like a sister. When Connor wasn't with Angel, he usually was with Eve. She was always there for him, and she wasn't about to turn her back on him now; not with poison and not during an apocalypse.
"Connor, you've been poisoned. But it's going to be ok; Wesley just went to get the last ingredient. You're getting close. I-I can te-tell." It was the blood. He was covered in it, even though Cordelia had cleaned him off countless times, she was a vampire; of coarse it was the blood. The blood drew her attention, she couldn't speak right, she couldn't. But no, she wasn't going to eat him, that's just not a reality.
"Eve," Connor repeated. Eve was the perfect name and it made you wonder. Adam and Eve, was it possible that this Eve was the one who god first created? No one knows, only Eve does. Eve could sense what Connor need. She leant in and kissed his forehead, one of the few spots that beheld no blood, she then leant in again and hugged him. The hug went on for several minutes, she didn't want to let him go and he didn't want her to neither. She was his comfort, his cover, shield, what he loved most in life.
"Eve, it hurts," Connor coughed. Blood framed his mouth. Because of the lack of blood, blood came from his mouth. It caught her attention she fought to restrain herself. How could the thought even enter her mind? "It hurts too much." Connor was sounding like a child. He'd never done that before, she was feeling worried.
"Shh. Just try to stop the blood from flowing out." Without thinking of it, Eve moved her right hand, to caress Connor's hand, over his wound. The blood flowed throw Connor's hand and onto Eve's, where it stopped. The smell, the fell, it was so vivid; it was tempting. But no, how dare the thought even come to her mind. "Connor. I really.have to go. Yeah that's it." Eve quickly pulled her hand from Connor's and stood at once. With out an half glance at her bloody hand nor at Connor, Eve quickly left the room.