Addicted To Despair ch 18
Angel looked up at Xander's apartment. Xander's appartment? Somehow that just didn't sound right, like a dog getting a diploma. But Angel guessed he had been wrong. I mean, he had said that Internet thing would never get off the damn ground. So he was wrong sometimes...he could live with that. Already he was heavy with the weight of the atmosphere, something was off. "Bad vibes, huh, Angelcakes?" Lorne quipped from the backseat. "Don't care bout no bad vibes," Gunn chipped in coming to Angel's side. "Far as am concerned we go in, get Connor and get out." "I'm afraid it may not be that simple," Wes noted. "Oh man! You just jinxed us!" Gunn yelled. "Did not." "Did too man! You totally jinxed us." "I didn't!" "Don't mess with me English, runnin' around temptin' fate." "Oh stop acting like such a wa-" "Shut Up!" Angel commanded. "Stop acting like little girls...we're goin' in."
Connor smelt him...his father coming, he shifted from Dawn's hand on his face to look at the door. Where Spike and Faith were already looking. Everyone else caught on. As Angel entered. Trying to look strong, decisive, his team at his back. "Connor." He was so relieved to see his son. Sitting crestfallen on a table. "Uh....hi," Buffy said, annoyed. "Hey," Angel answered, barely looking over. He walked over. Connor wasn't sure of what to do, he just looked on. Angel pulled 'a Spike' he inspected Connor from head to toe all around several times. Connor felt his rebellious streak kicking in, but it didn't rise, he was devoid of passion. Just too tired, remains of what he used to be. Like an old flame dying out, spreading it smoke as it became darker.
Angel, satisfied gave his heart-warming half-smile and hugged Connor. He hadn't known what to think, they hadn't been specific on the phone. Just said he needed to pick up Connor. He being a parent had thought the worst and worried so much his chest hurt. Connor did not hug back nor did he resist, though he did grab onto Angel's sleeve, that was something.
(How are you?) I (Then let go) I (You mean you don't want to)
Faith looked on. Was Angel even aware that there was anyone else in the room? And why hadn't Connor told him about his mouth? Well if he wouldn't she would. "Try looking in his mouth," she said, half smirking as she turned away. There that would teach him, not sure what. But Connor had really done something to annoy her in the past five minutes...she just didn't know what. Angel looked over at Faith, then back at Connor.
Spike looked, concerned. Burnt and bruised and concerned. Faith sure had a stake up her ass. But who could blame her? The things she'd gone through lately. She was so hurt yet so strong. Guess she had to be. But Angel and Connor were family. And family was important he thought as he saw Angel going to open Connor's mouth. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what his dear mom would have said to him finding him in a situation like Connor's. He felt for Connor, and Angel, and Faith, and Buffy, and Dawn.'.he felt for pretty much everyone except himself. Connor was so lost like in that alley the other night. Poor guy. What had happened in that alley? Ahh well he supposed it wasn't important anyway...
Angel looked in at Connor's dry mouth. A swollen mouth, bite marks, bruises black to green. His tongue pale and sore, advertising to anyone with eyes what had happened. Angel closed his eyes. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? Spike jumped in trying to help: "It's um.he's like a childe..and the Master...wasn't really 'is fault you know? Angel?" Angel head snapped back as his became sombre with rage: "I'll kill him!" he growled. Giles turned to Wes: "Guess your staying then?" "It would seem so," Wes answered. Giles accent, what a wonderful voice he liked it the mother-tongue a certain nostalgia to it. Gunn whispered over: "Told you, ya jinxed us."
Faith got up and stormed. It wasn't supposed to be like this! They weren't supposed to stay! She heard Xander tell Buffy not to follow. To give her time. Time? Time wasn't what she needed, she needed a stake and a drink and....to feel safe in her own skin. Was that so wrong? She loved danger. But was it okay to want to feel safe and relaxed in your own body? To be safe? Secure? even loved? But no, no more pain. No more love. She told herself as she walked through the darkness, she made the only movement around. Her feet on the pavement the only sound. She held her ribcage as she walked. So charged but tired. So sore. She hated him, and them! All of them! Because....
Connor looked around in the darkness had they really expected him to stay in that little room with Anya on watch while they hunted and patrolled and searched for Faith? No he was on a hunt of his own...and now he could see his prey.
"Allo Connor." Dru smiled as he entered the Master's lair. "Knew you'd come back for more. Your lil slayer is breathin' broken hearts an droppin' 'em on the floor." The Master laughed at Dru as he looked upon Connor's serious face. "I'll make it go awhile.don't worry Connor, my child." he said stroking Connor's face with his long yellow nails. "Don't take too much," Connor instructed. "Your despair is beautiful.you are beautiful...just like your mother," the Master whispered in Connor's ear as he vamped out.
Angel looked up at Xander's apartment. Xander's appartment? Somehow that just didn't sound right, like a dog getting a diploma. But Angel guessed he had been wrong. I mean, he had said that Internet thing would never get off the damn ground. So he was wrong sometimes...he could live with that. Already he was heavy with the weight of the atmosphere, something was off. "Bad vibes, huh, Angelcakes?" Lorne quipped from the backseat. "Don't care bout no bad vibes," Gunn chipped in coming to Angel's side. "Far as am concerned we go in, get Connor and get out." "I'm afraid it may not be that simple," Wes noted. "Oh man! You just jinxed us!" Gunn yelled. "Did not." "Did too man! You totally jinxed us." "I didn't!" "Don't mess with me English, runnin' around temptin' fate." "Oh stop acting like such a wa-" "Shut Up!" Angel commanded. "Stop acting like little girls...we're goin' in."
Connor smelt him...his father coming, he shifted from Dawn's hand on his face to look at the door. Where Spike and Faith were already looking. Everyone else caught on. As Angel entered. Trying to look strong, decisive, his team at his back. "Connor." He was so relieved to see his son. Sitting crestfallen on a table. "Uh....hi," Buffy said, annoyed. "Hey," Angel answered, barely looking over. He walked over. Connor wasn't sure of what to do, he just looked on. Angel pulled 'a Spike' he inspected Connor from head to toe all around several times. Connor felt his rebellious streak kicking in, but it didn't rise, he was devoid of passion. Just too tired, remains of what he used to be. Like an old flame dying out, spreading it smoke as it became darker.
Angel, satisfied gave his heart-warming half-smile and hugged Connor. He hadn't known what to think, they hadn't been specific on the phone. Just said he needed to pick up Connor. He being a parent had thought the worst and worried so much his chest hurt. Connor did not hug back nor did he resist, though he did grab onto Angel's sleeve, that was something.
(How are you?) I (Then let go) I (You mean you don't want to)
Faith looked on. Was Angel even aware that there was anyone else in the room? And why hadn't Connor told him about his mouth? Well if he wouldn't she would. "Try looking in his mouth," she said, half smirking as she turned away. There that would teach him, not sure what. But Connor had really done something to annoy her in the past five minutes...she just didn't know what. Angel looked over at Faith, then back at Connor.
Spike looked, concerned. Burnt and bruised and concerned. Faith sure had a stake up her ass. But who could blame her? The things she'd gone through lately. She was so hurt yet so strong. Guess she had to be. But Angel and Connor were family. And family was important he thought as he saw Angel going to open Connor's mouth. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what his dear mom would have said to him finding him in a situation like Connor's. He felt for Connor, and Angel, and Faith, and Buffy, and Dawn.'.he felt for pretty much everyone except himself. Connor was so lost like in that alley the other night. Poor guy. What had happened in that alley? Ahh well he supposed it wasn't important anyway...
Angel looked in at Connor's dry mouth. A swollen mouth, bite marks, bruises black to green. His tongue pale and sore, advertising to anyone with eyes what had happened. Angel closed his eyes. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? Spike jumped in trying to help: "It's um.he's like a childe..and the Master...wasn't really 'is fault you know? Angel?" Angel head snapped back as his became sombre with rage: "I'll kill him!" he growled. Giles turned to Wes: "Guess your staying then?" "It would seem so," Wes answered. Giles accent, what a wonderful voice he liked it the mother-tongue a certain nostalgia to it. Gunn whispered over: "Told you, ya jinxed us."
Faith got up and stormed. It wasn't supposed to be like this! They weren't supposed to stay! She heard Xander tell Buffy not to follow. To give her time. Time? Time wasn't what she needed, she needed a stake and a drink and....to feel safe in her own skin. Was that so wrong? She loved danger. But was it okay to want to feel safe and relaxed in your own body? To be safe? Secure? even loved? But no, no more pain. No more love. She told herself as she walked through the darkness, she made the only movement around. Her feet on the pavement the only sound. She held her ribcage as she walked. So charged but tired. So sore. She hated him, and them! All of them! Because....
Connor looked around in the darkness had they really expected him to stay in that little room with Anya on watch while they hunted and patrolled and searched for Faith? No he was on a hunt of his own...and now he could see his prey.
"Allo Connor." Dru smiled as he entered the Master's lair. "Knew you'd come back for more. Your lil slayer is breathin' broken hearts an droppin' 'em on the floor." The Master laughed at Dru as he looked upon Connor's serious face. "I'll make it go awhile.don't worry Connor, my child." he said stroking Connor's face with his long yellow nails. "Don't take too much," Connor instructed. "Your despair is beautiful.you are beautiful...just like your mother," the Master whispered in Connor's ear as he vamped out.