Unquestioned ch24
Connor walked steadily to the Masters lair, a great feeling had overcome him, stronger than fear and more powerful than love itself. A will to live and overcome evil sprang up inside him, the clarity was relaxing. And the thought of Faith safe in warm covers was bliss while he walked further down into his nightmare. He was barely there, a ghost watching himself swiftly move through the tunnels once more. The steady glow of the few lights in the dank passageways, ominous and sleepy in their own way. Life was not part of this world, they were evil, animals.
And any remainder of the humanity the life that once engulfed their being and drove them to so many passion-filled experiences slept and rested. They were to sleep now, sleep like Holtz. Dear Holtz, even the thought of him brought stabs of pain and comfort into Connor's heart. He sighed and closed his eyes as he moved. They had no use in this place as of yet anyway, it was dark beyond all human experience. Quiet and tranquil as the lights slept in with the darkness that held them.
Darkness held him like the lights and he was so asleep, he'd been having a nightmare. Then once more a dream of Faith brought him back. Still he moved dazed and determined sleepy yet wary, he quickened his pace into the mouths of the old ones. He imagined his now closed over bite marks hurt again, he could feel them bleeding and throbbing as the Master sucked the life out of him. Took it all away and forced Connor into a nightmare, he felt the pain and then the Master's long yellow nails and freezing hands crawling morbidly around his own firm skin. The Master in his few feedings had made a habit of not only ravenously drinking up the boys blood but groping his quivering body while the onlookers laughed feeling an urge of their own for sex rise.
The air was always far too thick then and the memories once more surrounded Connor in darkness, the death. You know why the darkness is scary right? You can't see that why. But you don't always see with your eyes. You sore with your heart and Connor's heart was blinded and broken from the first feeding at the Masters feet.
(Outside the bedroom)
Buffy's head snapped up, she felt her head throb and held it winching. And people wondered why she didn't trust Faith. She got up decisively to kick the two rogues asses. "Hey," she called while pushing the doors open to the room. "Guess what happens to little wannabe champions when they mess with me?" She looked round but only saw Faith naked under and a little out of the sheets. She moved to observe the intruder. Uh oh this would be that actions equal consequences thing again. She sprawled across the bed: "Geez B would ya watch it? Connor's asleep," she said, yawning then realised he was sitting beside her and jumped up in shock.
"B!?" she called then furrowed her brow at the blonde champion. " Did you do anything to him? Cos if you did I swear I'll make you scream so loud you'll deafen our buddies in New York." She sat up looking menacingly at the other slayer the sheets barely wrapped around her. The feel of Connor's lips against her skin still lingering. Buffy looked insulted disgusted: "What?! I didn't touch your little toy boy, you know if you need action so bad you'd do it with psycho boy maybe you need a vibrator." Faith threw on Connor's leather jacket from the floor, looked at Buffy and snarled: "Bitch," while lunging at the other slayer. The two fell to the ground punching and kicking.
And Andrew stood over them, he's just entered and was a bit lost in what he saw: "Uh...uh...g.,.guys...Connor..,Connor went away, he's not really your classic hero is he?...Well actually he's an underdog hero which actually is classic...but no typical and he has that cocky little pose and sexy pout and-" "Would you like some time alone with him?" Faith asked getting up. "Now if the analysis and worship of MY boyfriend is over you can spill your guts for me, 'kay?" She pushed Andrew against the wall, holding him up by the throat. Buffy stood behind her rolling her eyes at the rogue slayer. "That's not how we do it here...anymore," Buffy said,commandively arms crossed.
"Oh wow B!" Faith said faking admiration still glaring at Andrew. "Listen to the sound of me not caring...magic, ain't it?" Something about Connor always made Faith snap, he was damn annoying. He could show up and get underneath her skin in seconds which is something no else can do or ever could. That was the problem, the handsome blue eyed scrapper broke into her with even trying. Her defences would fall so all she could really do was try an offence which as she was told was sometimes the best defence and keep Connor at arm and fists length that way...if only he didn't enjoy it, it would have been prefect.
*In Buffy's kitchen*
"Spike for the last time this is important!" Angel said, angrily obviously running out of patience with the younger vampire. He leaned forward on the table to further make his point as Spike drank his blood, but Angel's was untouched. The fang gang, Dawn, Willow and Xander watched anxiously. "I know! And I already bloody well told you," Spike growled gruffly at Angel. "Nothing was wrong with 'im, it just happened. I don't know what's up with him." "Jesus Christ!" Angel exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. "Ey! If you go taking the lords name in vain he'll make nighttime shorter," Spike remarked. "Yeah sure," Angel mumbled. "Sane my ass." Dawn interrupted: "Look enough of the whose got the biggest fangs contest we still got the Master out there and Connor's all depressed," she said, getting dreamy eyed as she mentioned him.
"Yeah," Spike sighed. "Poor soldiers been a deeper shade of blue since he threw up in the alley that night." "WHY did he throw up in an alley?" Angel asked,already knowing the answer. "You had him out drinking, didn't you! Jesus Spike, if you'd subjected him to enough to make him sick you should have taken him the toilets at least." "Hey! Keep your subjected to yourself, Angel! He wasn't sick and I didn't take him the alley he followed a vampire out then, was mumblin' about some guy...then of course he started acted strange, a few hours later he unrecognisable. Like one of my soaps or something...maybe he has a hormone defect." "Wait!" Wes called from the a nearby wall. "He encountered a strange male and then acted unusually violent?" Wes smiled triumphantly. "Do you know what we're looking at here, Angel?" "A Billy-affect," Angel snarled, wondering if there were indeed others that could do such things.
Connor walked steadily to the Masters lair, a great feeling had overcome him, stronger than fear and more powerful than love itself. A will to live and overcome evil sprang up inside him, the clarity was relaxing. And the thought of Faith safe in warm covers was bliss while he walked further down into his nightmare. He was barely there, a ghost watching himself swiftly move through the tunnels once more. The steady glow of the few lights in the dank passageways, ominous and sleepy in their own way. Life was not part of this world, they were evil, animals.
And any remainder of the humanity the life that once engulfed their being and drove them to so many passion-filled experiences slept and rested. They were to sleep now, sleep like Holtz. Dear Holtz, even the thought of him brought stabs of pain and comfort into Connor's heart. He sighed and closed his eyes as he moved. They had no use in this place as of yet anyway, it was dark beyond all human experience. Quiet and tranquil as the lights slept in with the darkness that held them.
Darkness held him like the lights and he was so asleep, he'd been having a nightmare. Then once more a dream of Faith brought him back. Still he moved dazed and determined sleepy yet wary, he quickened his pace into the mouths of the old ones. He imagined his now closed over bite marks hurt again, he could feel them bleeding and throbbing as the Master sucked the life out of him. Took it all away and forced Connor into a nightmare, he felt the pain and then the Master's long yellow nails and freezing hands crawling morbidly around his own firm skin. The Master in his few feedings had made a habit of not only ravenously drinking up the boys blood but groping his quivering body while the onlookers laughed feeling an urge of their own for sex rise.
The air was always far too thick then and the memories once more surrounded Connor in darkness, the death. You know why the darkness is scary right? You can't see that why. But you don't always see with your eyes. You sore with your heart and Connor's heart was blinded and broken from the first feeding at the Masters feet.
(Outside the bedroom)
Buffy's head snapped up, she felt her head throb and held it winching. And people wondered why she didn't trust Faith. She got up decisively to kick the two rogues asses. "Hey," she called while pushing the doors open to the room. "Guess what happens to little wannabe champions when they mess with me?" She looked round but only saw Faith naked under and a little out of the sheets. She moved to observe the intruder. Uh oh this would be that actions equal consequences thing again. She sprawled across the bed: "Geez B would ya watch it? Connor's asleep," she said, yawning then realised he was sitting beside her and jumped up in shock.
"B!?" she called then furrowed her brow at the blonde champion. " Did you do anything to him? Cos if you did I swear I'll make you scream so loud you'll deafen our buddies in New York." She sat up looking menacingly at the other slayer the sheets barely wrapped around her. The feel of Connor's lips against her skin still lingering. Buffy looked insulted disgusted: "What?! I didn't touch your little toy boy, you know if you need action so bad you'd do it with psycho boy maybe you need a vibrator." Faith threw on Connor's leather jacket from the floor, looked at Buffy and snarled: "Bitch," while lunging at the other slayer. The two fell to the ground punching and kicking.
And Andrew stood over them, he's just entered and was a bit lost in what he saw: "Uh...uh...g.,.guys...Connor..,Connor went away, he's not really your classic hero is he?...Well actually he's an underdog hero which actually is classic...but no typical and he has that cocky little pose and sexy pout and-" "Would you like some time alone with him?" Faith asked getting up. "Now if the analysis and worship of MY boyfriend is over you can spill your guts for me, 'kay?" She pushed Andrew against the wall, holding him up by the throat. Buffy stood behind her rolling her eyes at the rogue slayer. "That's not how we do it here...anymore," Buffy said,commandively arms crossed.
"Oh wow B!" Faith said faking admiration still glaring at Andrew. "Listen to the sound of me not caring...magic, ain't it?" Something about Connor always made Faith snap, he was damn annoying. He could show up and get underneath her skin in seconds which is something no else can do or ever could. That was the problem, the handsome blue eyed scrapper broke into her with even trying. Her defences would fall so all she could really do was try an offence which as she was told was sometimes the best defence and keep Connor at arm and fists length that way...if only he didn't enjoy it, it would have been prefect.
*In Buffy's kitchen*
"Spike for the last time this is important!" Angel said, angrily obviously running out of patience with the younger vampire. He leaned forward on the table to further make his point as Spike drank his blood, but Angel's was untouched. The fang gang, Dawn, Willow and Xander watched anxiously. "I know! And I already bloody well told you," Spike growled gruffly at Angel. "Nothing was wrong with 'im, it just happened. I don't know what's up with him." "Jesus Christ!" Angel exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. "Ey! If you go taking the lords name in vain he'll make nighttime shorter," Spike remarked. "Yeah sure," Angel mumbled. "Sane my ass." Dawn interrupted: "Look enough of the whose got the biggest fangs contest we still got the Master out there and Connor's all depressed," she said, getting dreamy eyed as she mentioned him.
"Yeah," Spike sighed. "Poor soldiers been a deeper shade of blue since he threw up in the alley that night." "WHY did he throw up in an alley?" Angel asked,already knowing the answer. "You had him out drinking, didn't you! Jesus Spike, if you'd subjected him to enough to make him sick you should have taken him the toilets at least." "Hey! Keep your subjected to yourself, Angel! He wasn't sick and I didn't take him the alley he followed a vampire out then, was mumblin' about some guy...then of course he started acted strange, a few hours later he unrecognisable. Like one of my soaps or something...maybe he has a hormone defect." "Wait!" Wes called from the a nearby wall. "He encountered a strange male and then acted unusually violent?" Wes smiled triumphantly. "Do you know what we're looking at here, Angel?" "A Billy-affect," Angel snarled, wondering if there were indeed others that could do such things.