Title: Friendly Reflection
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Never will. I do make claims to Lexia whom I thought up all by myself. No help from nobody. Ok! Yes I made her up as a like, "fellow-demon-child-type" to relate to Connor, but that's all mine. Yep....anyways....
Summary: Set before Rain of Fire, as if Cordy had never left the hotel and ran back to Connor's place. Connor's coping with living alone when he meets someone who has something in common with him.
Raiting: Pg-13(this chap is probably more of an R)
Chapter 8:
Lexia pulled tape tight across Connor's chest over a piece of gauze. He was badly beaten, bloody and bruised. She thought he'd broken some ribs.
"I gotta go," Connor said trying to movie past her.
"Let me finish," she insisted pushing his shoulder to make him sit.
"I've gotta. I've gotta go stop it."
"Yeah, getting killed is really gone slow that thing down," Lexia said as she lightly touched his side. "I think you broke some ribs."
"I've never been broke. Not even in Quor-Toth. I didn't think I could be," he said wonderingly. "Cordelia. She-."
"-got away," Lexia finished. "I'm sure she's fine."
"I gotta find her," he starts to stand.
"Connor. Right now we're both hurt. But I think I could take you," Lexia said poking him in the ribs. He winced.
"Fine."
Connor sighed and sat back on the bed. Lexia bit her lip and walked to the window. He had said anything about her using her power. She didn't know if he had noticed or not. How could he not.
Suddenly she felt his fingers on her side. Lexia winced as he touched her burn.
"It hurt you," Connor said looking worried.
"I'll be alright," she promised.
Connor turned her so she was facing him. He looked into Lexia's eyes and brushed her hair from her face. His finger's lingered in the gold strands.
"Tell me what you are," he told her quietly.
Lexia looked down. She knew she had to, but wished she didn't. After he knew. . . he'd probably never want to see her again.
"My mother was human. Like I said, she died when I was born," Lexia began. "I lived with my father and his clan. The Talaherians. They're demons that have powers of mind control, and they can travel in and out of almost any plain with out a portal. They are born with hair made of pure gold, and in their elder years it turns silver."
She turned and moved away from him. She couldn't look at Connor.
"They are very strong, but most believe in peace and beauty so they don't use it. So Talaherian's usually consider themselves better than other races. They have sparkling, shiny skin and wings. My father is the "king" of his clan."
Lexia had walked to the other side of the room, and now turned to Connor.
"That pretty much sums it up."
"You're half demon," Connor confirmed.
"Yeah."
Connor nodded and looked out the window. He seemed deep in thought as he looked out over the night. Lexia dreaded whatever it was he was thinking.
"I was born last year," he said finally.
"Wow," Lexia murmured. "You mature quickly."
"You know Angel," he continued ignoring her. "My mother's name was Darla. She was a vampire too. No one knew how it was possible, but they conceived me. Only Darla couldn't give birth to me. A vampire isn't equipped for it I guess. So in that alley where the Beast appeared tonight, my mother staked herself so I could live."
He turned toward her, unshed tear glistening in his eyes.
"At the time all these prophecies were floating around, and a friend of Angel's thought one that said 'the father will kill the son' was true. So he kid napped me, and gave me to my father's mortal enemy who took me to a hell dimension to raise me as a warrior and to hate all demons and vampires. Including Angel."
"Oh God. . . Connor. . ." Lexia stepped toward him, but didn't really know what to do.
"Show me," he said suddenly striding to her.
"What?"
"Show me. What you did back there. Show me."
Before she can say or do anything a shaft of fire shoots up into the air and into a red circular cloud over downtown. The two move over to the window to see. The shaft of fire gets sucked up into the cloud. The cloud glows red then starts to rain little fireballs all over the city.
"What's happening?" Connor wonders aloud.
"I don't know," Lexia answers in awe.
"It's him. It's that thing."
"I guess. I. . ."Lexia is dumbfounded.
"I should've tried harder. I should've stopped it," Connor said beating himself up.
"It was too strong. This isn't your fault."
"What if it is? What if that thing is—chose the place where I was born. Is that why it's here—because of me?"
"No Connor," Lexia told him putting a hand on his arm.
"I was never supposed to happen. The child of two vampires. What if—,"
"Connor," Lexia said taking both his hand in hers. "This is not you. You didn't cause this."
"How can you know that?" He asked her looking as if he was about to break down.
"I can feel you," Lexia told him putting her hand over his heart. "I can feel it inside you. You have so much good in you Connor. That could never bring about something evil."
"You can sense this with your powers?" Connor asked.
"No. With my heart."
Connor looked down at Lexia. His face was so vulnerable and strong at the same time. She caressed his cheek with her hand. Connor took his hand and pressed it against her chest as she did with her own. Lexia was sure he could feel it pounding.
"Show me," Connor said again.
Lexia sighed and took of her ripped jacket. Then she turned and un zipped the back of er dress and un did her bra hooks. She held them against her chest as she let her wings fold away from her back.
"They weren't there before," Connor whispered.
Lexia nodded. She sighed and he wings fluttered. She was about to let them rest on her back again when she felt Connor hand trail up her back. Lexia shivered at the sensation but managed to hold still. Connor ran both hands over her shoulder then up, and lightly over her wings. Lexia felt warm tears trickle down her cheeks. No one had ever seen, let alone touched her wings that she tried so hard to hide. Connor gently turned her to face him.
"You're beautiful," he told her brushing a tear from her cheek.
Lexia looked up at him in surprise. Connor smiled at her then pulled her to him. His lips touched hers in a soft tender, yet passionate way. Lexia's wings laid back against her and molded to her back as if they weren't there. Connor's arms went around her and he ran his hands down her back.
Lexia held back a sob as she wrapped her arms around him as well. In Connors arms she felt safer than she ever felt before. She felt loved.
+ + +
Connor didn't remember how it happened but they ended up on the bed. Lexia's sweet kisses were all that could enter his mind, so he didn't really care. Only when she broke away from him.
"What?" he asked softly as she looked him in the eye.
"I want you to have something real," Lexia told him. "You've never really had anything real. Tonight I want to give you that."
She smiled at him and ran her hands through his hair. Connor smiled as well and leaned to kiss her again. Lexia shifted to take off her dress.
+ + +
Outside, in the city, fire fell. People panicked. Some cried, some screamed, and some just sat and watched.
A woman looked out a diner window, wondering where her friends were.
A good demon watched the fire fall knowing now what he saw before.
A man moved his old friend to safety away from the falling fire.
A lawyer looks out her office and rubs her arms thought its not cold.
Two teens laid in bed making love. A night of fighting was over for them. Now they had each other.
A father looked in a window, to see his son looking happy with a girl, making love.
And he smiled.
A woman looked out her bedroom window. She knew all the fear in the city.
And she smiled.
+ + +
Connor wrapped Lexia tighter in his arms. He never wanted to let go of her. Hoped he never would.
"I love you, Lexia" he told her looking into her deep blue eyes.
She smiled. "I love you, too."
THE END
(I am making an alternate ending to this chapter. It will be on my website. The link is on my profile if you wanna see it.)
