"I've killed lots!", had he? It seemed like a dream, no a nightmare.
There certainly was something there. Memories flashed right before his
eyes, great insect like demons chewing on his body while he was still
alive, desperately trying to find the energy to run. Why had this man,
this Wesley done this to him? He remembered so much but in a less than
sober fashion his head spun as he tried to think. That vampire had nearly
killed him, nearly ripped his throat to drink his blood and that Wesley
just stood there. Just watched! Watchers! Holtz had told him that
Watchers were ridiculously silly people afraid to get their hands dirty.
Wesley wasn't. Wesley chopped Lilah's head off, didn't he?
He'd came to Connor's college walked right up to his door and smiled warmly at him talking about an interview of some sort. It was 11pm and for a change Connor had actually gone to bed he knew he had a big exam in the morning, he felt it was important on his particular night to actually get some rest, felt his life would change. He blinked blindly at this strange man at his door, standing shameless in nothing but his blue and white checked boxers slightly covered by a creased T-shirt. After some encouragement, and his roommate throwing a pillow at him Connor had agreed and gotten dressed and into this strange mans car. Only to be driven straight into the center of a graveyard. This man was evil this man was persuasive. But there was something about him, some muddled memories, of Wesley holding Connor's face lovingly while.what was happening? Why was he holding his face lovingly? What relationship had they had?
"Come back to us Connor", they'd all wanted him back so bad. He'd come back from the depths of hell, he'd fought alongside them and it was no good but they had to keep trying. Wes knew that somewhere deep down. They needed Connor, the world did. He heaved in Angel's arms as Wesley held his handsome face and looked into his eyes while he made the boy bleed. He glared with hatred and threatened to kill Angel. One of the greatest vampires that ever lived and he hadn't been afraid and there with that vampire, Connor had not been so terrified. Even Wesley knew himself that he was afraid of Angel. He would have done anything for Angel, Angel had tried to kill him, had signed away his life. Betrayed them all, just like Wesley had betrayed Connor as he threw him into the deep end at the teeth of a vampire, and why? It was what Connor needed, he would loose everyone for it.
But the truth had to come out. He was almost dead inside, but that look that Connor gave him. Connor had eventually staked the vamp and lay flat on his back. Wesley walked slowly to him and stood over the boy before taking a bottle out of his pocket and forcing Connor to drink some strange substance. Wesley stared into Connor's eyes the entire time, once more holding his face. He was sure he actually sore the moment were Connor's heart broke as the tears began to glide down his face. The sorrow of an angel.
I was betrayed, how can you say that you feel sorry inside It's devastating, losing close friends.
"The Family", had that been what Connor had wanted all along. He cried for it, he'd even thrown up. His family,the ones that he ran to. They were no longer. They weren't real. Their love was tainted. He'd hope that he'd get there. He'd see them and what had happened. It wouldn't be real. They would hold and reassure him and he'd know who he was. But they weren't real to him anymore. The freedom was frightening he'd never felt it. He'd felt it everyday, something strange some doubt of his life. But he'd never voiced it and there in front of his beautiful fake family he'd cut himself free. He thrashed every possession, every report card, he'd cut his own wrists only not to bleed to death just to bleed. His instincts kicked in and he'd ran. He knew how to run all of a sudden with a speed and a surety never before felt he ran so hard and fast that he half expected to wake up. He covered his tracks and ran into the sewers.
"Connor, its for your own good. For our own good", yeah sure Wes thought. That must have really reassured a guy that just remembered a life of unspeakable pain and suffering. He wasn't even sure it was for their own good but he had to do something. Wes remembered and the others didn't except for Angel of course but he'd cut Connor from his life and vice versa. Wesley was going to once again loose everything for the only miracle he had ever known. He had to force him to remember at the cost of everything.
He'd came to Connor's college walked right up to his door and smiled warmly at him talking about an interview of some sort. It was 11pm and for a change Connor had actually gone to bed he knew he had a big exam in the morning, he felt it was important on his particular night to actually get some rest, felt his life would change. He blinked blindly at this strange man at his door, standing shameless in nothing but his blue and white checked boxers slightly covered by a creased T-shirt. After some encouragement, and his roommate throwing a pillow at him Connor had agreed and gotten dressed and into this strange mans car. Only to be driven straight into the center of a graveyard. This man was evil this man was persuasive. But there was something about him, some muddled memories, of Wesley holding Connor's face lovingly while.what was happening? Why was he holding his face lovingly? What relationship had they had?
"Come back to us Connor", they'd all wanted him back so bad. He'd come back from the depths of hell, he'd fought alongside them and it was no good but they had to keep trying. Wes knew that somewhere deep down. They needed Connor, the world did. He heaved in Angel's arms as Wesley held his handsome face and looked into his eyes while he made the boy bleed. He glared with hatred and threatened to kill Angel. One of the greatest vampires that ever lived and he hadn't been afraid and there with that vampire, Connor had not been so terrified. Even Wesley knew himself that he was afraid of Angel. He would have done anything for Angel, Angel had tried to kill him, had signed away his life. Betrayed them all, just like Wesley had betrayed Connor as he threw him into the deep end at the teeth of a vampire, and why? It was what Connor needed, he would loose everyone for it.
But the truth had to come out. He was almost dead inside, but that look that Connor gave him. Connor had eventually staked the vamp and lay flat on his back. Wesley walked slowly to him and stood over the boy before taking a bottle out of his pocket and forcing Connor to drink some strange substance. Wesley stared into Connor's eyes the entire time, once more holding his face. He was sure he actually sore the moment were Connor's heart broke as the tears began to glide down his face. The sorrow of an angel.
I was betrayed, how can you say that you feel sorry inside It's devastating, losing close friends.
"The Family", had that been what Connor had wanted all along. He cried for it, he'd even thrown up. His family,the ones that he ran to. They were no longer. They weren't real. Their love was tainted. He'd hope that he'd get there. He'd see them and what had happened. It wouldn't be real. They would hold and reassure him and he'd know who he was. But they weren't real to him anymore. The freedom was frightening he'd never felt it. He'd felt it everyday, something strange some doubt of his life. But he'd never voiced it and there in front of his beautiful fake family he'd cut himself free. He thrashed every possession, every report card, he'd cut his own wrists only not to bleed to death just to bleed. His instincts kicked in and he'd ran. He knew how to run all of a sudden with a speed and a surety never before felt he ran so hard and fast that he half expected to wake up. He covered his tracks and ran into the sewers.
"Connor, its for your own good. For our own good", yeah sure Wes thought. That must have really reassured a guy that just remembered a life of unspeakable pain and suffering. He wasn't even sure it was for their own good but he had to do something. Wes remembered and the others didn't except for Angel of course but he'd cut Connor from his life and vice versa. Wesley was going to once again loose everything for the only miracle he had ever known. He had to force him to remember at the cost of everything.