The one
Eve went flying into a wall. She rolled to her stomach and sprang to her feet. She took a hit from a vampire then dusted him. Eve did a full spinning hook kick to the next vampire's head knocking him down.
"Screw this," Eve grumbled. Eve pushed her hand stiffly into the chest of an oncoming vampire, the vampire burst into dust. Eve smoothly brought herself to do a roundhouse kick to another's vampire's face, the moment her foot touched his face, he burst into dust. Eve shoved her palm forward, palm toward a vampire, fire sprung from it and pulled itself together to form a stake made of fire, it went into the heart of a vampire and he burst to flames.
Eve flew back into the wall she had just crashed into without having been touched. Visions flashed before her eyes. She grunted in pain, her face morphed to her demon face then morphed back. She saw Connor, she felt what he did and she realized that he was low in the blood department.
Eve opened her eyes quickly without noticing she had closed them. She jumped to her feet and pushed past everyone that had taken her path. Eve rested her hand on the vampire that was eating Connor, the vampire burst into flames. Connor fell forward and into Eve's arms.
Angel and Buffy burst into the Hyperion hotel and stopped to catch their breathe. Buffy numbly closed the door and fell onto the couch. Angel sat next to her, tensing up.
"Now what?" He asked, turning to the slayer.
"Well, we uh, get people and then go back," Buffy answered.
"People? We have no people, Buffy," Angel reminded Buffy.
"Sure we do. Come on, I'm the slayer, I've got people," Buffy insisted.
Eve was hovering over Connor. "Connor?" She asked. A vampire behind her burst into flames without having been touched. Eve jumped at the sound. She turned around to see Willow. "Connor?" Eve shook the boy. He was unconscious and he will die if something didn't happen soon.
"Is he alright?" Willow asked, moving to Eve's side.
"No," Eve admitted. "He's going to die if we don't get him more blood." Eve's eyes flared with fire, her anger was undeniable. Eve got to her feet roughly. She turned and faced the demons, that now had a good hold on the good side. Eve grabbed a hold of Willow's hand and shot her free one forward, in the general direction of the group. A force went forward and caught all the vampires on fire.
"Whew, luckily Angel isn't here," Willow stated, a little out of breathe.
"Yeah. Good thing he's back at the hotel, doing nothing to help us. He's just a team guy, hm," Eve snapped. "Help me," she ordered Willow, gesturing at Connor. Gunn, Fred, Xander, Spike, Dawn, Lorne, Doyle, Cordelia, and Wesley made their ways over to Eve and Willow.
Eve grabbed a hold of one of Connor's arms and blindly lifted him to his feet. Gunn grabbed the other arm to steady the boy. "Okay, we need to get out of here, Spike, you and Willow go get a car or a van would be better. We need to get to the hospital." Spike nodded and him and Willow left.
"Hey, wait, what about Angel?" Gunn asked.
"He's okay. He went back to the hotel. It's nighttime, vampires were everywhere out there and he couldn't get in. So him and Buffy ran for their lives. Gunn, you can go back to the hotel, you'd be dropped off. But Connor has to get to the hospital. Or he'll die." Eve's eyes didn't seem right. They weren't black, nor green as they seemed to be before. They were purple, but often changed to white then back. Wesley picked up a pipe and jammed at the doorknob, breaking it off. He then kicks open the door to reveal Spike with a van.
Gunn and Eve brings Connor to the van, Willow slides open the back door. Eve lays Connor Down in the back, on the floor. "Get in," she orders the rest.
Eve hurried to the front desk of the hospital. "Excuse me," she spoke to a woman behind the desk. "My friend has lost a lot of blood and he needs help." The woman nodded and gestured to a man beside her. The man walked out from behind her and took Connor out of Wesley's arms. Eve and Wesley followed the man to a room.
Connor was laid on an empty bed. "My name's Dr. Syphie. What happened?" He asked checking Connor's pulse.
"Um...He was stabbed with a fork or something," Eve lied. "I wasn't there," Eve rushed. It was the truth, she wasn't there.
"Alright," the doctor went with her. "He's alive. It'll take a day to get the blood transplant."
"How much will it cost?" Wesley asked.
"Well, blood transplants are fairly expensive," the doctor answered. "1,573, approximately," the doctor went on.
Eve looked down then at Wesley to see if he looked worried. But no worry ness appeared on Wesley's face, his expression hadn't changed. "Alright." Wesley left the room. Eve reluctantly followed.
"You have the money?" Eve asked hopefully, looking up at Wesley, since he was taller.
"No," he answered. Well, he had a good way of hiding his concerns, that or he didn't care at all about Connor. "But I know where to get it." Wesley turned and left the hospital. Eve turned and went back into the room with Connor.
"Where's Connor?" Angel asked, looking the group over.
The group looked at each other. "He's at the hospital," Doyle finally answered.
"Why?" Angel asked before Doyle could go on.
"He was bitten, Angel. Why else would he be there?" Spike answered rather rudely.
Angel opened his mouth to lecture but thought twice about it and closed his mouth. "Where's Eve?" Angel asked instead.
Before anyone can answer Eve walks into the hotel.
Connor tossed and turned in his bed restlessly. He flicked open his eyes. Was it night, or day? Connor turned his head over to the doorway and stared at Eve. Eve walked over to Connor to stand beside the bed. In one motion she slid a dagger out and into Connor, hitting the heart, killing him instantly.
Connor shook to a wake, nearly falling off the bed. His breath was faster than normal and he was covered in sweat. The room was dark and no one was in it. But wasn't Eve just there? Hadn't she just killed him? It was a dream. None of it was real. Connor eased back down into the pillow, realizing that Eve was not there and he was not dead.
He's never had nightmares, he didn't have to dream about anything he didn't want to. Then there was only another thing wrong, why would he want to dream about Eve killing him?
Connor looked straight ahead, trying to push the thought from his mind. Angel came out of the shadows to stand beside him.
"Angel?" Connor asked, half surprised and half annoyed. "What are you doing here?"
"Came to tell you, don't bother coming home, no one wants you. Why do you think Eve's not here. She's back at the hotel, insulting you. That's no friend. I think she needs a little dusting to show her what the real world's all about," Angel sneered. This did not sound like Angel, the person it did sound like was Angelus.
"What?" Connor asked, not wanting to believe Angel.
"What are you dumb and stupid? They don't want you. and the easiest person to kill would be Eve. She's been misleading you the whole time. Kill her. You know you want to. Ease that pain, give it what it wants. Kill her," Angel told Connor.
"No," Connor protested. "You're lying, get out," the boy ordered.
"Kill her," Angel repeated.
"How could you let Connor get hurt in the first place?" Angel asked sitting down on a couch. He was talking to Eve, the one he hated.
"I didn't let him," Eve protested. "He was on his own. I figured he could handle himself and besides he's not dead."
"Eve," Angel protested, his tension rising. "Get out," he ordered with a second thought.
"Angel," Eve tried to reason.
"Get out," he repeated.
"Dude, you were there. You could have done something yourself. But no, coarse you didn't. Why? Oh right, you was too busy running. Wuss. I can't believe you. Run then lecture someone bout not looking after you son. You a disgrace man. And you don't have to kick me out, I'll leave on my own," Eve snapped. She pushed past Gunn and Wesley and walked out of the hotel. Angel stared after her, no emotion on his face.
Eve went flying into a wall. She rolled to her stomach and sprang to her feet. She took a hit from a vampire then dusted him. Eve did a full spinning hook kick to the next vampire's head knocking him down.
"Screw this," Eve grumbled. Eve pushed her hand stiffly into the chest of an oncoming vampire, the vampire burst into dust. Eve smoothly brought herself to do a roundhouse kick to another's vampire's face, the moment her foot touched his face, he burst into dust. Eve shoved her palm forward, palm toward a vampire, fire sprung from it and pulled itself together to form a stake made of fire, it went into the heart of a vampire and he burst to flames.
Eve flew back into the wall she had just crashed into without having been touched. Visions flashed before her eyes. She grunted in pain, her face morphed to her demon face then morphed back. She saw Connor, she felt what he did and she realized that he was low in the blood department.
Eve opened her eyes quickly without noticing she had closed them. She jumped to her feet and pushed past everyone that had taken her path. Eve rested her hand on the vampire that was eating Connor, the vampire burst into flames. Connor fell forward and into Eve's arms.
Angel and Buffy burst into the Hyperion hotel and stopped to catch their breathe. Buffy numbly closed the door and fell onto the couch. Angel sat next to her, tensing up.
"Now what?" He asked, turning to the slayer.
"Well, we uh, get people and then go back," Buffy answered.
"People? We have no people, Buffy," Angel reminded Buffy.
"Sure we do. Come on, I'm the slayer, I've got people," Buffy insisted.
Eve was hovering over Connor. "Connor?" She asked. A vampire behind her burst into flames without having been touched. Eve jumped at the sound. She turned around to see Willow. "Connor?" Eve shook the boy. He was unconscious and he will die if something didn't happen soon.
"Is he alright?" Willow asked, moving to Eve's side.
"No," Eve admitted. "He's going to die if we don't get him more blood." Eve's eyes flared with fire, her anger was undeniable. Eve got to her feet roughly. She turned and faced the demons, that now had a good hold on the good side. Eve grabbed a hold of Willow's hand and shot her free one forward, in the general direction of the group. A force went forward and caught all the vampires on fire.
"Whew, luckily Angel isn't here," Willow stated, a little out of breathe.
"Yeah. Good thing he's back at the hotel, doing nothing to help us. He's just a team guy, hm," Eve snapped. "Help me," she ordered Willow, gesturing at Connor. Gunn, Fred, Xander, Spike, Dawn, Lorne, Doyle, Cordelia, and Wesley made their ways over to Eve and Willow.
Eve grabbed a hold of one of Connor's arms and blindly lifted him to his feet. Gunn grabbed the other arm to steady the boy. "Okay, we need to get out of here, Spike, you and Willow go get a car or a van would be better. We need to get to the hospital." Spike nodded and him and Willow left.
"Hey, wait, what about Angel?" Gunn asked.
"He's okay. He went back to the hotel. It's nighttime, vampires were everywhere out there and he couldn't get in. So him and Buffy ran for their lives. Gunn, you can go back to the hotel, you'd be dropped off. But Connor has to get to the hospital. Or he'll die." Eve's eyes didn't seem right. They weren't black, nor green as they seemed to be before. They were purple, but often changed to white then back. Wesley picked up a pipe and jammed at the doorknob, breaking it off. He then kicks open the door to reveal Spike with a van.
Gunn and Eve brings Connor to the van, Willow slides open the back door. Eve lays Connor Down in the back, on the floor. "Get in," she orders the rest.
Eve hurried to the front desk of the hospital. "Excuse me," she spoke to a woman behind the desk. "My friend has lost a lot of blood and he needs help." The woman nodded and gestured to a man beside her. The man walked out from behind her and took Connor out of Wesley's arms. Eve and Wesley followed the man to a room.
Connor was laid on an empty bed. "My name's Dr. Syphie. What happened?" He asked checking Connor's pulse.
"Um...He was stabbed with a fork or something," Eve lied. "I wasn't there," Eve rushed. It was the truth, she wasn't there.
"Alright," the doctor went with her. "He's alive. It'll take a day to get the blood transplant."
"How much will it cost?" Wesley asked.
"Well, blood transplants are fairly expensive," the doctor answered. "1,573, approximately," the doctor went on.
Eve looked down then at Wesley to see if he looked worried. But no worry ness appeared on Wesley's face, his expression hadn't changed. "Alright." Wesley left the room. Eve reluctantly followed.
"You have the money?" Eve asked hopefully, looking up at Wesley, since he was taller.
"No," he answered. Well, he had a good way of hiding his concerns, that or he didn't care at all about Connor. "But I know where to get it." Wesley turned and left the hospital. Eve turned and went back into the room with Connor.
"Where's Connor?" Angel asked, looking the group over.
The group looked at each other. "He's at the hospital," Doyle finally answered.
"Why?" Angel asked before Doyle could go on.
"He was bitten, Angel. Why else would he be there?" Spike answered rather rudely.
Angel opened his mouth to lecture but thought twice about it and closed his mouth. "Where's Eve?" Angel asked instead.
Before anyone can answer Eve walks into the hotel.
Connor tossed and turned in his bed restlessly. He flicked open his eyes. Was it night, or day? Connor turned his head over to the doorway and stared at Eve. Eve walked over to Connor to stand beside the bed. In one motion she slid a dagger out and into Connor, hitting the heart, killing him instantly.
Connor shook to a wake, nearly falling off the bed. His breath was faster than normal and he was covered in sweat. The room was dark and no one was in it. But wasn't Eve just there? Hadn't she just killed him? It was a dream. None of it was real. Connor eased back down into the pillow, realizing that Eve was not there and he was not dead.
He's never had nightmares, he didn't have to dream about anything he didn't want to. Then there was only another thing wrong, why would he want to dream about Eve killing him?
Connor looked straight ahead, trying to push the thought from his mind. Angel came out of the shadows to stand beside him.
"Angel?" Connor asked, half surprised and half annoyed. "What are you doing here?"
"Came to tell you, don't bother coming home, no one wants you. Why do you think Eve's not here. She's back at the hotel, insulting you. That's no friend. I think she needs a little dusting to show her what the real world's all about," Angel sneered. This did not sound like Angel, the person it did sound like was Angelus.
"What?" Connor asked, not wanting to believe Angel.
"What are you dumb and stupid? They don't want you. and the easiest person to kill would be Eve. She's been misleading you the whole time. Kill her. You know you want to. Ease that pain, give it what it wants. Kill her," Angel told Connor.
"No," Connor protested. "You're lying, get out," the boy ordered.
"Kill her," Angel repeated.
"How could you let Connor get hurt in the first place?" Angel asked sitting down on a couch. He was talking to Eve, the one he hated.
"I didn't let him," Eve protested. "He was on his own. I figured he could handle himself and besides he's not dead."
"Eve," Angel protested, his tension rising. "Get out," he ordered with a second thought.
"Angel," Eve tried to reason.
"Get out," he repeated.
"Dude, you were there. You could have done something yourself. But no, coarse you didn't. Why? Oh right, you was too busy running. Wuss. I can't believe you. Run then lecture someone bout not looking after you son. You a disgrace man. And you don't have to kick me out, I'll leave on my own," Eve snapped. She pushed past Gunn and Wesley and walked out of the hotel. Angel stared after her, no emotion on his face.