Title: The Life of Angelus O'Connor

Author: Niki (xanderzeppo)

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Rating: R, for language and adult situations.

Spoilers: None. This story is AU with a twist.

Disclaimer: All belongs to ME and Joss Whedon. Loosely based on the

movie Which is the property of Universal. I own nothing. Don't sue me.

Summary: Buffy is a journalist who is hired to interview Angelus

O'Connor, who is on death trial, She has five days and five 3 hour

sessions with him, to either prove his innocence in her article or

state that he was guilty. Read on to see what will happen. Its gets

so much more interesting. Will she fall in love or have a deeper

hatred for him??

AN: This is loosely based on the movie "The Life Of David Gale".

AN 2: I want to give a special thanks to those who reviewed on my

fifth chapter.

Distribution: FF.net and Amy's Dark Secrets site. If you want to use it On your site please just let me know.

A/B, A centered story./D, A/C and X/A.

Note: This is a Bangel

**************Now It Begins***********************

~The O'Connor Household~

Angelus unlocked the door to his home, and what a beautiful home it was. His job as a college professor paid him rather well, so when his wife insisted on having the house be literally the finest on the block, it simply was.

On the outside of the enormous house, it was painted a dark putty color, different trees and bushes shaded the front part of the house. A neatly mowed front lawn. It was a dream, that's what Cordelia has said of it when the building was finished.

He stepped inside, dropping his keys on the small stand-up table next to the entry door.

"Connor you upstairs, kiddo?" Angel asked heading towards the stairs. Wasn't Dru supposed to be watching him? Where was she then, he thought.

When all Angelus heard was the sound of the wind chimes blowing outside, he decided something was wrong. He headed up the stairs, noticing that there was dust piling up on the stair case as he went. Where was that maid, oh right, he fired her after Cordelia left on her little trip to England.

"Connor", he called again reaching his sons room, the door was wide open. So he stepped inside.

The large bedroom had been decorated with, what else, Harry Potter memorabilia. Connor was into all the fantasy and magical world these days, which didn't bother Angel in the least. He was just like that, though only later in his teen years.

"Daddy?" came a voice. "I'm in the closet."

Angel walked over to the closet door which has been closed. It had a large poster of some wizard from that Harry Potter film.

"Uh Connor, what are you doing in there?" Angel asked opening the door.

"I'm hiding daddy. Then I'm safe."

"You don't have to hide there to be safe; you're always safe here in this house. You know that." Angel spoke gently, kneeling towards Connor.

He was sitting there in the darkened closet, cross-legged. Hands on his knees.

Connor was a mix between Cordelier and Angelus. He had Angel's dark hair brown hair and chocolate eyes. From Cordelia, her jaw and her cheekbones. He was a beautiful child from two stunning people.

"I just have a bad feeling. Something will happen. I know, daddy."

"Connor come here, Where's Drusilla?"

"I wanted a McDonald's happy meal. She told me she would be back soon."

"How long ago was that?"

"I don't know."

Angel started to pull him from the closet, seeing that his stubborn son wouldn't budge, a trait he got from his mother, he picked up his unwilling son, carrying him to the bed.

The bed had dark blue satin sheets, which Cordy had specially picked out. Angel remembered begging her to not choose satin, but she insisted saying her child needed to have the best and to go along with the best, there was style.

All her society friends had marveled at the idea of satin while Angel just kept his opinion on his wife's choice and friends to himself.

Angel sat Connor on his lap and looked seriously at him.

"Connor why do you insist on thinking that something bad will occur?"

"'Cause I know."

"Not good enough, son. You and I both know where this comes from. Those Potter films. Got all that junk in your head."

"No, daddy. Just no."

"Then why? I would really like to know."

"I don't know why, but, they will take you away. From me."

"Huh? Connor you not making any sense. They who?"

"I told you already daddy. I don't know. Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad. Mostly confused."

"All I know is they will take you away and mommy cant help, the lady said so."

"Look Connor, lets go downstairs and I'll fix you some lunch. And I'll tell Willow no more supernatural for you."

"Okay, daddy."

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~About an hour and a half later~

Angelus was sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen reading the newspaper and sipping coffee from his "Proud to be a Daddy" mug.

He heard the kitchen door on the other side open and then shut, with a woman walking towards him who appeared to be in her early thirties.

"Jenny hi. Thanks for coming on such short notice. I thought Willow was going to sit for me but it turns out Oz is in town, so naturally she's busy tonight.", he smiled.

"No biggie Angel. Rupert and I weren't doing anything much tonight anyhow. Still keeping a tight leash on your sister, I see."

"Oz is a good guy, but I'm just being cautious."

"That's good though, you looking out for her like that."

"Thanks. Well Connor's upstairs taking a nap; Dru came back with his McDonald's. I think those fries knocked him out. Though he has been acting up lately."

"Really, how so?" Jenny enquired, taking a seat next to Angelus at the counter table.

"I'm not sure. Something about me leaving him. I guess it's just non-sense from those movies he's been watching."

"Could be. But this is normal child behavior." Jenny told him.

"Thinking that I'll abandon him? That's normal?"

"No it isn't, but you cannot blame him. The fact that his parents are never home together, like a normal family. He might feels as if you might leave, since there may be nothing to come home to anymore."

"The last thing I'll ever do is leave him. I could never."

"Of course Angel, without a doubt. I know that.but does he? Reassure him."

"Your right, I will. Thanks Jenny."

"Have you spoken to her?"

"Cordelia? No, not since she left to take on that job in England."

"It was never permanent right?"

"No, it wasn't."

Angelus sipped the coffee in his mug while Jenny eyed him intently.

"Do you at least know when she will be back?"

"I believe in a month or so."

"Good then. Her time back will give you both time to re-kindle things. You still love her don't you?"

"Yes. God Jenny, how could you even as me that?" Angelus was stunned by her question.

"I'm not stupid, Angelus."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning you used to be Angelus 'The one night stand god' O'Connor."

"That was four and a half years ago."

"Yes true. But you and Cordelia were friends. Your only friends who wasn't out to get your family's wealth anyhow. And then one night and boom. Next thing we all know there is wedding invitations and baby showers."

"Things went fast yes, I admit that. But it never meant I didn't love her."

"No, it didn't. It only meant that it was a different kind of love."

"Well these days we are more friends than lovers if that's what your pushing at."

"Don't kid yourself, Angel. It's always been that way and you both know it."

Angelus got up and started circling the kitchen taking in all that Jenny had just said. Letting it all just sink in for a moment. He then stopped and looked at her with sad eyes, like a lost puppy.

"Truthfully, I just don't know anymore. But we will stay together for Connor's sake."

"Cordelia is a good woman. But we both know she was never the woman for you, love aside."

"I know Jenny..I know. But why now, why bring this up after almost five years?"

"Because you both cant keep running away and denying this to yourselves. And when was there an actual time you would listen? No there wasn't. Why? Because of the immediate marriage and birth of Connor. Your blind to it all".

Angelus sat down once again running his hands through his thick hair. Jenny looked now feeling guilty for putting him down.

"I'll get it settled when she comes back."

"Settled? Angelus this isn't one of your side cases this is your wife."

"Don't you think I know that? Honestly Jenny, I do. Yes she is my wife and when she gets back we will have a serious discussion. About everything."

"Good", Jenny was pleased.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Not entirely. I'll have another speech about taking out the garbage properly later on." she smirked at him.

Looking at the kitchen wall clock, Angel saw that if he didn't leave in about twenty minutes he would be late to his gathering.

"I'm gonna have to get going now. I'll just check up on Connor once again before I leave."

"Of course."

Angelus stood up ready to head upstairs when he suddenly stopped as if he were is some trance.

"Um, Angel you alright", Jenny got up walking to him.

Angelus snapped out of it then. "Yeah sure, guess I was feeling guilty about something."

"About Cordelia?"

"Well actually about Darla, she's a new one to add to my guilt list which Cordelia still holds top rank on."

"Darla? That trashy blonde." Jenny was astonished.

"Now Jenny, watch your language.Connor might hear you, he laughed.

"What on earth could make you feel any guilt towards her?"

"Well it's not exactly her you see but that cases I'm taking on. I should be giving them a hundred percent and I've been putting it off lately."

"You're a busy man Angelus, Jenny looked at her wrist watch, and a soon to be late on at that."

"Oh right. Here's me leaving.after I check up on Connor."

"Well hurry up and we'll continue this after you come back tomorrow with a head that isn't filled with alcohol."

"Thanks Jenny. My dad is one lucky guy."

"I know", she smiled as she watched Angelus hurry to go to his son.

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AN: Thank you all for reviewing this story, it means a lot to me. I hope you are all enjoying reading it as I am writing it. I should be putting out the next part soon. Stay Tuned.