Wesley's face softened, he'd never liked it when his father laughed at him
when he cried. It cut like athousand knives and drove you to wishing you
were gone. Into believing that you were nothing. It was an anger Wesley
had never been able to express.
"I'm sorry", he said as he reached out and reassuringly squooze Connor's
wrist.
"I want to help you Connor, believe me. We're friends do you remember?".
Connor nodded but said nothing. "Come with me, we'll help eachother. We
will get through this trust me". Connor didn't know what to do, he felt
naked. He was vulnerable to this strange old friend in a way he'd never
thought possible.
"Okay.do.do you trust me? That, that I won't kill you? That, I won't hurt
you". Wesley smiled:
"With all my heart".
Today I made the worst mistake I put my trust into someone I don't know.
Wesley drove Connor to a strange motel just outside of L.A. Wesley watched Connor with pity as he limply lay down on the bed without even thinking twice. Without the energy to be self-conscious. His hair was ruffled split and stained by his own blood. His fingertips were covered in papercuts, he didn't know where Connor had gotten those. His beautiful cream sweater which proudly displays from his neck to his shoulders was torn, his jeans near ripped to shreds. He couldn't be allowed comfort though, not for long. Wesley was breaking all the rules for the boy. They had to be ready. "Listen, don't take offence or anything..but could you take a shower? You stink". Connor pouted upwards almost playfully from his sprawled out position. "Why would I take offence to that?", he rose and limped to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a few things from my car", Wesley shouted as he heard the shower begin to run.
Connor watched the water fall all over his body, he had to admit Wesley was right. He was a mess. And he usually had such good grooming habits, didn't he? He'd have to ask Wes the man that thought he knew everything. He smiled to himself at that thought. Wesley thought he knew everything, he was all I can help you and come with me if you want to live. Newsflash dude, this is not a movie. Heh. He'd have to make a few nasty comments to Wes when he returned he concluded..Yes and then he could tell everyone that Wes had cooties, he really was behaving like some kind of god damn child. The water relaxed his tight muscles until they softened and fell, he gasped in the heat of it. Running down his body cleaning and spreading its warmth slowly over his milky skin. And all he could think about was that strange man as he slowly washed his body, the one that looked at him so hard and so full of love. One that had held Connor's face in his one hand and his heart in the other.
It was a weakness, Holtz had told Connor that your heart was a precious thing and that you should let no one near it. But his mother, Darla she told him to let it guide him. Could his heart really tell lies? Why did he have to hide it from the world? It didn't make sense. Hearing Wes re- enter the room he turned and left the shower, still naked he walked back in by the bed dripping all over the floor his eyes glazed. Wesley was holding in his arms some clothes and a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey and nearly dropped all of which in absolute fright when he saw Connor standing there, in all his glory.
"Connor!", he shouted shocked and just managed to rest the bundle from his arms onto the bed. He stared mouth open at the young man. "Connor?", he repeated his own name like it was the most foreign thing in the world. "Is that who I am?", he said looking at Wes with vicious confusion. "Yes of course, you must be experiencing side affects, even such strong magi-" "Don't like magick!", Connor yelled advancing on Wesley then stopped confused again. "I think, Connor.is that my name? Or am I Stephen? Maybe I'm just The Destroyer". Wesley reached his hand out again to Connor's shoulder and tried to speak soothingly to him. "Your all of that and more, don't be afraid. But your name.your real name. Its Connor, but yes you are also Stephen and The Destroyer inside too".
Connor turned his head titled slowly to Wesley in blind menace. "Really?", he asked throwing Wesley up against the wall glaring straight into his face practically growling. "The Destroyer would snap you in half". Wesley tried not to be phased by this new reaction, to the strength of Connor's hands or the firmness of his naked body pressed against him. He persisted arrogantly: "A human? I don't bloody think so. Put me down right now", Wes spoke like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. But he was amazed and turned on by Connor, he hid it well. Perhaps everyone was often attracted to the same sex, but that doesn't mean that you react to it.
Today I made the worst mistake I put my trust into someone I don't know.
Wesley drove Connor to a strange motel just outside of L.A. Wesley watched Connor with pity as he limply lay down on the bed without even thinking twice. Without the energy to be self-conscious. His hair was ruffled split and stained by his own blood. His fingertips were covered in papercuts, he didn't know where Connor had gotten those. His beautiful cream sweater which proudly displays from his neck to his shoulders was torn, his jeans near ripped to shreds. He couldn't be allowed comfort though, not for long. Wesley was breaking all the rules for the boy. They had to be ready. "Listen, don't take offence or anything..but could you take a shower? You stink". Connor pouted upwards almost playfully from his sprawled out position. "Why would I take offence to that?", he rose and limped to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a few things from my car", Wesley shouted as he heard the shower begin to run.
Connor watched the water fall all over his body, he had to admit Wesley was right. He was a mess. And he usually had such good grooming habits, didn't he? He'd have to ask Wes the man that thought he knew everything. He smiled to himself at that thought. Wesley thought he knew everything, he was all I can help you and come with me if you want to live. Newsflash dude, this is not a movie. Heh. He'd have to make a few nasty comments to Wes when he returned he concluded..Yes and then he could tell everyone that Wes had cooties, he really was behaving like some kind of god damn child. The water relaxed his tight muscles until they softened and fell, he gasped in the heat of it. Running down his body cleaning and spreading its warmth slowly over his milky skin. And all he could think about was that strange man as he slowly washed his body, the one that looked at him so hard and so full of love. One that had held Connor's face in his one hand and his heart in the other.
It was a weakness, Holtz had told Connor that your heart was a precious thing and that you should let no one near it. But his mother, Darla she told him to let it guide him. Could his heart really tell lies? Why did he have to hide it from the world? It didn't make sense. Hearing Wes re- enter the room he turned and left the shower, still naked he walked back in by the bed dripping all over the floor his eyes glazed. Wesley was holding in his arms some clothes and a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey and nearly dropped all of which in absolute fright when he saw Connor standing there, in all his glory.
"Connor!", he shouted shocked and just managed to rest the bundle from his arms onto the bed. He stared mouth open at the young man. "Connor?", he repeated his own name like it was the most foreign thing in the world. "Is that who I am?", he said looking at Wes with vicious confusion. "Yes of course, you must be experiencing side affects, even such strong magi-" "Don't like magick!", Connor yelled advancing on Wesley then stopped confused again. "I think, Connor.is that my name? Or am I Stephen? Maybe I'm just The Destroyer". Wesley reached his hand out again to Connor's shoulder and tried to speak soothingly to him. "Your all of that and more, don't be afraid. But your name.your real name. Its Connor, but yes you are also Stephen and The Destroyer inside too".
Connor turned his head titled slowly to Wesley in blind menace. "Really?", he asked throwing Wesley up against the wall glaring straight into his face practically growling. "The Destroyer would snap you in half". Wesley tried not to be phased by this new reaction, to the strength of Connor's hands or the firmness of his naked body pressed against him. He persisted arrogantly: "A human? I don't bloody think so. Put me down right now", Wes spoke like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. But he was amazed and turned on by Connor, he hid it well. Perhaps everyone was often attracted to the same sex, but that doesn't mean that you react to it.