[Cordy hurls some invective at Angelus and Drusilla. Lindsey and Angelus meet the new leaders at Wolfram & Hart. Then they run into each other in the lobby. Andrew begins to think Wesley is the Rogue British Agent of his fantasies. Finally, Angelus goes to Connor's apartment. After some intense conversation, they engage in a brutal brawl that far surpasses any of their previous fights. This time, Connor's too stubborn to back down. Each of them wants to teach the other one a lesson they'll never forget.]
Alanna and Tina stand in the lobby of the Hyperion. They see Vala in the hall getting playful with Tristan. He goes into the office, and she joins the other women.
TINA: You and Tris?
VALA: Better than I expected. I like being pleasantly surprised.
ALANNA: It's a shame Angelus made Tris shave off his blonde locks. He was so much hotter with a full head of hair.
VALA: How very shallow of you. I care about what a man has from the neck down.
The three of them laugh.
VALA: Heard some noise from your room last night, T. Who was the lucky guy?
TINA: Lars. And Lewis.
She grins. The other go "oooh" and congratulate Tina on her double-conquest.
VALA: White, black and yellow. The races coming together. Tres chic.
TINA: What I'd really like is to get Nat and Lewis together.
ALANNA: Sounds like a fun party.
TINA: Angelus certainly does have great taste when it comes to black men. And speaking of parties, how was your evening, Lana?
ALANNA: Ronan was delightful. He got real excited when I said I liked it rough. Didn't know he'd be the one getting bruised. [Ronan is built like a linebacker, while Alanna is built like a ballerina.] But he wasn't what I really wanted.
TINA: So what happened with you and Angelus's erstwhile sidekick?
ALANNA: Spike and I totally hit it off. Other than Angelus, he's the only guy vamp I've met who's actually fun to talk to. And he was loving every second of it. That boy wanted me big time. But the Slayer came and ruined our fun. It's a shame to see some castrating shrew keep a good man down.
Cordelia storms through the front door. She looks more angry than usual. Lana, Tina and Vala look at her and snarl. Cordy stares them down as she walks through the lobby towards the elevators. They back away. Nat heard the snarling, and came down to the second floor balcony to see what was going on. He leaps off the balcony and lands between Cordy and the elevator. She looks up at him. He glowers down at her.
NAT: You're no longer welcome here.
CORDY: Move.
NAT: Why? Your Beast is dead. The sun is back. What should I be afraid of?
CORDY: Me.
Cordy hits Nat in the chin with a right uppercut, knocking him back into the elevator door. She grabs Nat and throws him towards the middle of the lobby. He tumbles along the floor until his body collides with the circular couch in the center of the lobby. She gets in the elevator at goes upstairs. Cordy finds Angelus in the torture room. Dru is shackled to the wall. Angelus has his left hand up her dress. In his right hand is a small shard of broken glass, which he uses to cut Dru across the top of her chest. He licks up the blood as she moans and writhes in ecstasy. Cordy find this declasse and gross.
CORDY: You don't even have a clue.
Angelus turns and looks at Cordy. Dru stares at her and smiles wickedly.
ANGELUS: Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?
CORDY: Connor is back in Los Angeles.
Angelus and Dru look excited. He unshackles her.
CORDY: What's wrong? Cruella didn't have a vision about that? So much for her special powers.
Dru drapes herself on Angelus's back and puts her right hand down his shirt as they walk towards Cordy. She bites his right earlobe.
DRU: The lark has returned. Why is the queen of diamonds naught in the mood for a party?
Cordy rolls her eyes.
CORDY: Have you tried medication with her?
ANGELUS: My baby has a point. Something's bothering you. Do tell.
CORDY: I saw Connor at his old place. He's changed. And you wanna know why? This is the kicker. Seems Connor has been having sex with Dawn.
Angelus smiles. His eyes brighten.
ANGELUS: Deflowering a Summers girl. It's becoming a family tradition.
CORDY: He says he loves her. Is that also a family tradition?
This does hurt Angelus a bit. He hates to be reminded of Angel's feelings for Buffy.
ANGELUS: I'm sure he just said that to make you jealous. Looks to me like it worked.
CORDY: He's acting just like you. He thinks he's Angelus. [Angelus looks both surprised and proud] The way he talks. The smirk. Everything.
DRU: Oooooh. He's becoming worthy. The birds in my head are singing such lovely songs.
CORDY: Can it, goth whore. I don't think he's afraid of daddy anymore. It's time you set that boy straight, make him learn some respect. And do it while he's still alone, before he can run to Faith and the others for protection.
DRU: Mind your manners. You didn't say please. Angelus does not take orders.
Cordy puts her left hand on Dru's chest just below her collar bone and shoves Drusilla into the wall. She realizes Cordy's quite strong and it's hard for her to break free. Cordy stares intensely into Dru's eyes. Dru giggles.
CORDY: You really don't have clue who you're messing with, do you?
Angelus, who is behind Cordy and to her right, tries to grab her. Cordy reaches her right hand out and grips his throat. She takes her left hand off Dru and turns to look at Angelus. She lifts him feet six inches off the floor. After letting Angelus dangle for a few seconds, she throws him into the side wall.
CORDY: See how I just taught you a lesson? Now you go do the same thing to Connor.
Cordelia leaves the room and heads out. Drusilla and Angelus laugh. They're both delighted about Connor's return.
DRU: It's awl coming together, and every piece fits perfectly.
ANGELUS: Did you see how much he hurt Cordy? To say nothing of what he must have put Buffy through. Her lover's son ravaging Dawny. I am so proud of him. You know what this means? He's becoming one of us!
DRU: And now he need not be lonely. Your darling boy has found himself a mate.
Angelus thinks for a few seconds, then gets what Dru's saying. He hugs her and spins her in the air. She's very excited to see Angelus so excited.
ANGELUS: I don't know why that didn't occur to me. Dawny's what - 16? 17? Good age to stay at foursome. And we would be more stable as a foursome.
DRU: Our family will be made whole again.
ANGELUS: You could run interference, keep Buffy and blonde boy busy while I sink my teeth into that nubile young flesh.
Drusilla rubs her right index finger across her left index finger.
DRU: Naughty daddy. Didn't your mummy teach you to share? Connor will see that the girl gets taken care of.
Angelus likes this idea, and recognizes the possibilities.
ANGELUS: You sire Connor. Connor sires Dawny. Connor and Dawny kill Buffy. It's brilliant! Slaughtered by the sister she died to save.
DRU: And then we will burn and drink and destroy whatever we please.
ANGELUS: Tonight will be the start of something beautiful.
Dru pushes Angelus against the wall, rips open his shirt, rubs her hands on his chest, then goes down on her knees. Angelus leans his head back and smiles.
Lindsey has returned to Wolfram & Hart. He enters an office and shakes hands with the man who set up the appointment.
CLAYTON: Lindsey MacDonald. Good to see you again. Clayton Jerkins. Formerly of the Miami office. We met at the Cancun retreat.
Clayton is tall and tanned, with a blonde ponytail and brown eyes. He wears a blue suit, a black shirt and a red and yellow patterned tie.
LINDSEY: So you're the one they gave my old job to.
CLAYTON: No. I have the job you would have ascended to if you had stayed around and survived. Which you wouldn't have.
LINDSEY: Say Clay, weren't you Harvey's yes man?
CLAYTON: It's Clayton, Lind. In a paranoid organization, nothing advances a man faster and keeps him alive longer than sycophancy.
LINDSEY: I always thought there was more to being evil than brown-nosing.
CLAYTON: Brown-nosing is what let me get away with a lot of evil things. It served me well as a means to an end. Know I'M the one with sycophants.
LINDSEY: You're the ass they kiss. Congratulations.
CLAYTON: You think that's why I'm in the game? Please. You know where the joy lies in this line of work.
LINDSEY: World domination. How juvenile.
CLAYTON: I'm looking out for my future. I brought you here today to offer you a chance to do the same. Your future is can still be altered.
LINDSEY: You should know better.
CLAYTON: I know better than you. Ever wonder why the Devil would punish people for being evil, when He himself is evil? It doesn't make sense. That's because the Devil doesn't punish evil. He punishes incompetence. Losers like Gavin Park. Evil people the Devil has no use for. They burn in Hell. You and me – and possibly also that sweet piece of ass Lilah Morgan – we serve Him. We spend the afterlife as virtual demigods. That is, if we go with the program. You keep up the Boy Scout routine, and you will burn for eternity.
LINDSEY: And if I don't, I have to spend eternity working with you? Fire and brimstone sound a lot less painful.
CLAYTON: No one's ever had the Contract voided. Doesn't mean I don't want you to try. In fact, I want you to succeed. You going to Hell doesn't do me any good. You going to Heaven doesn't do me any harm. But you saving your soul might create some interesting unintended consequences. These things always have a price. Equilibrium has to be maintained. You know the rules. I wonder who will have to suffer so you can fly with the Angels. Do hurry with your Quest. You know what's coming.
LINDSEY: With you working point on the Apocalypse, I'm not worried.
CLAYTON: Thank you. It's nice if your enemies fear you, but even nicer if they underestimate you.
At the same time, Angelus enters an office in another part of the building. Sitting in back of the desk is a short man in a dark suit with short brown hair. Standing to his right is a woman in her early-60s. She's has short silver hair and wears a dark pants suit. She's the tougher-looking of the two, kind of a cross between Venessa Redgrave and Camille Paglia. She has her left hand on his right shoulder. They both stare at Angelus.
ANGELUS: Sofia and Daniel Bennett. Got nothing against a May-December romance.
SOFIA: He's my son.
ANGELUS: Oh. [smirks] That has been known to happen. In mythology, at least.
DANIEL: Drop the frat boy act, Laius.
ANGELUS: Oooh. Someone read the Cliff Notes. By the way, you called me in 15 minutes late, so I got bored and ate your lovely receptionist. Hope you weren't too attached to her.
DANIEL: Didn't even know her last name.
Angelus stands in the middle of the room. To his right are floor-to-ceiling windows. The curtains are drawn. Daniel presses a two buttons under his desk. The shades behind and in front of Angelus open. The shades directly to the right of him remain closed. The sunlight floods in, effectively trapping Angelus in the middle third of the room.
ANGELUS: You two must really be scared of me.
Sofia sneers. She walks up to Angelus, into the shaded part of the room. She passes by his left shoulder, walks behind him, passes by his right shoulder, then stands in front of him where light and shadow meet.
SOFIA: Nonsense. Behave like a civilized individual, and we will treat you as one. Behave like a wild beast, and we have no choice by to put you in a cage.
Daniel gets up and walks in front of his desk. He crosses his legs, leans against the front of the desk and folds his arms. Angelus looks at Sofia.
ANGELUS: Is the Margaret Thatcher routine usually impress people?
SOFIA: I don't care what you think of me.
DANIEL: I know how much attention those bush-leaguers who used to work here lavished upon you. But the dead wood's been cleared. Things are going to be very different from now on. You need us. We don't need you.
ANGELUS: Is that why you're wasting your valuable time talking to me?
DANIEL: We can always use a little extra muscle.
SOFIA: Would you mind being the muscle?
ANGELUS: Now you're wasting my valuable time.
DANIEL: No we're not.
He pulls something out of his coat pocket and tosses it to Angelus. It's a cut ruby crystal ringed by a band of gold and dangling from a silver chain.
ANGELUS: Trying to buy my favor with cheap trinkets?
SOFIA: No. We're buying your favor with priceless trinkets.
DANIEL: It's an Oscan Bulla. Buried for 18 centuries beneath the ashes covering Herculaneum. For a man in your position, there is nothing more precious.
ANGELUS: What does it do? Give me more power? Make me invincible? Can it make me fly? That would be fun.
SOFIA: Look it up. Find out for yourself.
ANGELUS: And how do you want me to scratch your back?
Sofia smirks.
SOFIA: Angelus, please. Not in front of my son.
DANIEL: First favor's free. When you find out what we gave you, you'll be more than willing to pay us back.
They close the shades behind Angelus. He leaves, putting the gift in his pants pocket. Down in the lobby, he runs into Lindsey.
ANGELUS: Lindsey! Didn't expect to find you here. Are you getting bored with being good?
LINDSEY: Are you coming to them for protection? Didn't know you were that scared.
ANGELUS: That's pretty big talk for a man who doesn't have a Slayer backing him up. Hold on. [sniffs Lindsey, then smiles] You've had Faith! What is it that draws you to women who love me?
LINDSEY: That reminds me. I met Connor this morning. He has his mother's face. And my eyes. How bout that, huh Angel?
Angelus picks him up and throws him into the metal doors at the entrance.
ANGELUS: So that's why he's been such a disappointment!
Lindsey gets up, straightens out up his blazer and smiles.
LINDSEY: I know I'm not Connor's father. And so do you. But the important thing is, for a second there, you weren't sure.
Lindsey walks out into the sunlight. Angelus heads down to the basement and the sewers.
It's six in the evening. Wesley is on the phone with Giles.
GILES: No, I haven't been able to find anything on this demon either.
WES: I don't ever recall knowing so much about a demon who appears to have left no trace in the written records. Except, of course, for the Beast. And this creature is not even remotely in the same class. It can't be strong enough or important enough to alter the sources.
GILES: I'm beginning to suspect we might be dealing with an entirely new demon. Probably one that does not occur naturally.
WES: But if someone or something manufactured the demon, wouldn't they make it stronger?
GILES: Depends how many of them were made. They are clearly much harder to kill than the Bringers. And a mass attack by, say, a dozen heavily-armed demons who can't be killed by mere stab wounds would be incredibly difficult to repulse without severe casualties. I'm not so much concerned with what they are as I am with how many of them there are.
WES: I've been attempting to decipher the hieroglyphics on its head and hands. The difficulty is that I'm not as familiar with First Evil iconography as you must be by now. It's not in any human language, or demon language, so far as I can tell. There's not a hint of grammar or syntax. I assume it's some crude pictographic code understood by acolytes of the First.
GILES: Someone over here (Andrew) believed the writing was an adaptation of Luashic cuneiform script.
WES: Willow knows Luashic?
GILES: No, it wasn't her. Never mind who it was.
WES: Some of the characters a similar to Luashic script, but that's purely coincidental. It lacks the telltale rhythms and patterns. As I said, I doubt this is even a proper language. It's a sub-linguistic code.
GILES: We'll try that angle. Thanks for calling, Wesley.
They both hang up.
ANDREW: I think I'm onto something here.
GILES: No you're not. Good try, though.
ANDREW: So the Rogue Watcher doesn't think it's Luashic?
GILES: Rogue? Oh please. Wesley doesn't think it's written in any known language, and he has more experience in these matters than you do.
Andrew smiles and his eyes light up.
ANDREW: A rogue British agent, who's also an expert on demon languages!? You have to let me go to Los Angeles!
GILES: I assure you he would not be nearly as tolerant of your presence as I am.
ANDREW: Right. He must be a stoic loner. Abandoned by his friends. Fighting evil by any means necessary. Plus, he probably divides all his free time between the evil vixen he desires and the virtuous maiden he loves.
GILES: Will you please stop that? Wesley Wyndham Price has nothing in common with Timothy Dalton's James Bond, or anyone else's James Bond for that matter. Wesley and an evil vixen [laughs] – that'll be the day!
Buffy enters Dawn's bedroom. She's at her computer, researching the mystery demon.
BUFFY: Nice to see you awake, sleepy head.
DAWN: I'm sorry. I just needed a nap. Did Giles find anything on the demon that tried to kill Connor?
BUFFY: It wasn't after Connor. It's with the First.
DAWN: That's a relief. I mean, that's bad. But in a different way. I haven't been able to find anything.
BUFFY: Giles thinks it's something new. In other words, something it's useless to look up. And the symbols aren't a language. They're, like, First Evil Pictionary, and we have to guess what they mean.
DAWN: Like a puzzle. Sounds fun. Except, if we don't solve it in time, some of us die, or the world ends. Guess now that Connor's gone, things really are getting back to normal.
After a good day's sleep, Connor gets up, showers and gets dressed. He puts on black leather pants and Spike's red shirt. His hair is still wet from the shower, and he's slicked it back. The sun has just set. He's standing between the bed and the wall. After buttoning up the shirt, he runs his hands through his hair and turns to face the door at the other end of the loft. Angelus has just entered. He's wearing leather pants and a tight gray long-sleeve v-neck t-shirt. They look at each other. Angelus chuckles.
ANGELUS: Why are you wearing Spike's shirt?
CONNOR: Spike never wore this.
ANGELUS: He did when he was evil. You know why? The red hid the blood when he got the crap beaten out of him.
CONNOR: Is that a threat?
ANGELUS: That's up to you.
Angelus walks over to Connor, who's not intimidated. Angelus picks up a framed picture of Dawn that's by his bed.
ANGELUS: Well well well. Dawny certainly has blossomed.
CONNOR: Don't be mad that I got the pretty sister and you're stuck with the ugly one.
Angelus puts down the picture. He hoped his leering would get under Connor's skin.
ANGELUS: What ugly one?
CONNOR: Okay, the not hot one.
ANGELUS: I'm mystified by this blind spot you have for Buffy. It's like you look at her and see a completely different woman than every other man of earth does. That must really get on her nerves.
CONNOR: Honestly, I'm embarrassed. Imagine the shame I feel knowing my father settles for trash like Buffy. Maybe she's good enough for Spike, but I know you can do a lot better. Can't you find a girl who won't lower herself to Spike's level?
Obviously meant to denigrate Dru.
ANGELUS: Your mother wouldn't. I could be with her right now if it wasn't for you.
CONNOR: That's a lie and you know it. Angel would have killed her anyway. Its better this way. She was killed by the only two men she ever loved. At least I love her back.
ANGELUS: You really are a momma's boy.
CONNOR: She gave her life to save mine. More than you've ever done.
ANGELUS: I like this new attitude. No more of "My life sucks because of you" whining and complaining. You do what you want, take what you want, driving people crazy if they get in your way. Kind of like me. Speaking of which, I LOVE what you're doing to Buffy by doing Dawn. Porking her sister in my old house. She must feel so impotent, so powerless to control that little world she thinks she rules. Not to mention the delicious fact that you're doing to Dawny from she desperately wanted me to do to her. It makes me so happy to know that you're making Buffy suffer.
CONNOR: You don't know the half of it.
ANGELUS: By the way, did Dawn get my present?
CONNOR: You mean those three vampires.
ANGELUS: Three? Peter was supposed to sire several of his classmates and attack Buffy in force. This is what happens when you delegate.
CONNOR: They interrupted our morning sex.
ANGELUS: You boned Dawny that very night?
CONNOR: The next night.
ANGELUS: And they attacked you in your house in the morning. Doesn't make sense. 36 hours is way to long for a gestation period. I know. They woke up the night before, spend the evening feeding, then came back before sunrise. So were you actually inside Dawn when they attacked?
CONNOR: That is what you do when you have sex. Unless you're doing it wrong. Or maybe it's been so long that you forgot.
ANGELUS: You and her are buck naked, you're going at it, it's the morning after her first time, and you're attacked by three vampires in your own bedroom. That's beautiful. I wish I could have seen the look on poor Dawny's face.
CONNOR: Too bad you were too much of a coward to attack her yourself.
ANGELUS: Never say anything you can't back up with your fists.
CONNOR: I haven't. And by the way, I'm shocked you couldn't kill Buffy the first time around. Let's just say I tried it myself, and it didn't seem that hard.
ANGELUS: Was this before or after her sister started taking it from you?
CONNOR: Before. A couple hours before.
ANGELUS: She slept with you on the same night you tried to kill her sister? I like this girl. Dawny sounds like quite the wild child. As for Buffy, talk about adding insult to injury. You really are following in my footsteps. Torturing Buffy must be in your genes. How could it not be!? So tell me about this botched attempt on Buffy's life.
CONNOR: Not botched. Just unfinished. First, I made her trust me.
ANGELUS: She's always been a very gullible girl.
CONNOR: Told her I found a nest. We went out to kill it together. Thing was, I told the nest she was coming.
ANGELUS: Everyone thinks you're on their side. Such raw talent. It must be genetic.
CONNOR: We try to ambush the vampires. They ambush us. I fight a couple of them, make her think I'm with her. She gets most of them. The couple I'm fighting don't think I'm gonna kill them. But I do, just to keep Buffy from getting suspicious.
ANGELUS: The double double-cross. I think it's obvious what your true calling is.
CONNOR: She finishes them off. She's exhausted. I'm fresh. When I turn on her, she's too weak to resist. I knock her out. She's on her back. I'm standing over her, my sword pointing straight down at her heart. Actually, it was sword I gave her at the start of the fight, which makes it even cooler.
ANGELUS: So why did you fail?
CONNOR: Dawn came. She made it clear that if I killed Buffy I could never be with her. I made the right choice.
ANGELUS: Spreading to save her sister.
CONNOR: That's not how it happened.
ANGELUS: I know. I was only kidding. I'm sure she loves you. How couldn't she? You're my son. You got my good looks. My super powers. My tortured soul routine. The girls always go for that one. I bet she wanted you the first moment she saw you. Those Summers women are just drawn to us.
Angelus takes another look at the picture of Dawn.
ANGELUS: She's a peach. I bet it would feel great to dig your teeth into some of that supple young flesh.
CONNOR: You hurt her, I'll kill you.
ANGELUS: You're the one who's going to bite her. You doubt me?
For the first time in their conversation, Connor looks angry.
CONNOR: Get out.
ANGELUS: Make me.
Connor lands a left jab. Angelus blocks a right cross and throws a right hook. Connor ducks the hook, then lands a left uppercut and then a flying right kick. The kicks knocks Angelus ten feet backwards, but he stays on his feet.
ANGELUS: Before I beat you into a bloody pulp, I want to tell you again how proud I am that you've finally grabbed life by the short and curlies. My son's turned into a real player.
CONNOR: I'm not a player. I just crush a lot.
Angelus is confused. Connor lands a left roundhouse kick to Angelus's head, then a straight right kick to his chest, knocking Angelus into a pile of boxes. He gets up and goes bumpy.
ANGELUS: A little fatherly advice: never start a fight you know you can't win.
Angelus lands a left jab. He blocks Connor's left jab and grabs Connor's right arm when he throws a right hook. Angelus hurls Connor to his left. He flies through the air and his back slams into the wall. Angelus is right next to him when Connor's feet hit the ground. Angelus lands a left punch to his stomach and a right punch to his ribs. Then he adds a left kick to Connor's stomach.
ANGELUS: Always work the body. Something you never learned.
Angelus ducks Connor's right cross, hits him with a left jab to the mouth, and knocks Connor on his back with a right uppercut to his chin. Connor gets up and retreats. The bed is to his right, the wall is to his left and the window's right behind him. When Angelus charges in, Connor leaps over to the other side of the bed. Angelus and Connor turn and face each other. Angelus quickly moves to the front of the bed. Connor leaps back across. Angelus comes at him with a left roundhouse kick. Connor ducks and lands left and right crosses. Angelus responds with a right jab. Connor doesn't like being trapped. He leaps forward and to his right, bypassing Angelus and getting to the middle of room, where there is more space to maneuver. Angelus approaches Connor and tries a right kick. Connor moves to Angelus's left and tries to sweep his left leg. Angelus quickly hops in the air to avoid the attack. When he lands on both feet, a left jab from Connor is halfway to his nose. Angelus grabs Connor's left fist with his right hand and pops Connor in the nose with a left jab. He blocks Connor's right kick and hits Connor in the ribs with one of his own. Angelus follows this up with a left punch to the gut and a right hook to the face. Connor goes down. He quickly vaults to his feet.
CONNOR: Is that all you got?
ANGELUS: Not even close.
Connor tries a right roundhouse kick. Angelus steps back out of the way, then steps forward and lands a quick right jab to Connor's face. Connor knew Angelus did not have stellar lateral movement, but neglected to notice how quick Angelus was at moving backwards and forwards, eluding and then countering. He also never noticed how quick Angelus's hands were. A split second after landing the right jab, Angelus connects with a left uppercut to the stomach which briefly lifts Connor's feet a few inches off the floor. Angelus grabs Connor, flips him in the air and tosses him into the boxes near the door. When he closes in, Connor kicks him back and stands up. Connor ducks a right cross. He moves to Angelus's right. Angelus tries to nail him with a left roundhouse, but Connor slips behind him. Angelus turns around just in time to get hit by a right jab. He blocks Connor's left cross and head- butts him. Connor retreats, drawing Angelus towards him. He turns around and leaps towards the large, square wooden column near the front of the room. He grabs the column with his left hand and spins around counter-clockwise. But when he comes back around, instead of leaping straight at Angelus – which is what daddy expected – Connor heads rightwards, towards the wall. When his left foot hits the wall, Connor's body is parallel to the floor. He propels himself off the wall and towards the left side of Angelus's face. Outflanked, Angelus is clobbered by a flying right kick. He tumbles across the room. Connor kicks Angelus in the back while he is down. Angelus tries to sweep Connor's legs, but he jumps back out of the way. Angelus gets up. Connor hits him in the nose with a right cross. Angelus responds with a right hook. He eludes Angelus's left jab and right cross, landing a right uppercut to Angelus's chin and a left kick to his stomach. Angelus answers with a powerful left hook. He grabs Connor and tosses him into the wall. Then he moves in and lands two right jabs before Connor can get his bearings. Connor responds with a wild right hook. Angelus grabs Connor's right arm with his left hand. Connor punches Angelus in the throat with his left fist, but takes another right hook. He grabs Angelus's shirt with his left hand and throws Angelus over his shoulder.
Angelus is now trapped between the bed and the wall. Problem is, the door is on the opposite side of the room. Though badly battered, Connor attacks. He is knocked back by a left hook and a right uppercut. He leaps at Angelus and lands a right foot to his chest, knocking Angelus back several steps. He lands a left cross, but Angelus counters with a left hook. Connor punches Angelus in the mouth with a right cross, but Angelus sends him backwards with a right hook. Connor charges in once more, trying a flying left roundhouse kick. Angelus grabs his left ankle and slams Connor's body into the wall. Though dazed, Connor lands on his feet. Angelus ducks Connor's right hook. He lands a right hook to Connor's ribs, a left uppercut to his chin, and a big right haymaker to Connor's left eye. Connor is wobbly. Angelus caps the attack with a right kick to the nose, sending Connor fifteen feet backwards. He lands on his back. Angelus stands there smiling. Connor slowly gets to his feet. His bangs hang down over his left eye. He is bleeding badly and is bruised all over. Angelus has a bloody nose, a bloody lip and a bruise or two, but he looks a whole lot better than Connor. Connor looks at Angelus. He sees the window behind his father, and remembers what Spike said about surprising Angelus by doing the irrational.
CONNOR: You're too strong. You're too good. I can't beat you. You win, dad.
Angelus is a little shocked by the concession speech. Connor runs at him as fast as he can and tackles Angelus, knocking both of them through the window. Connor lets go and both of them spin through the air. Six stories later, they hit the ground at the same time, both of them landing on their sides. Both of them bounce a few feet off the ground before coming down to earth for good. Angelus is truly shocked by the latest turn of events. Connor gets up first.
CONNOR: Ain't victory a bitch?
He kicks Angelus in the mouth as he tries to get to his feet. Angelus falls on his back. When he gets up, Connor knocks him down again with a left kick. Connor spits out the blood in his mouth. It lands on Angelus's right eye. Angelus wipes it away and stands up. He is absolutely furious. Connor blocks his right hook and counters with two left-right combinations to his face, a right kick to Angelus's stomach and a left uppercut to his chin. Angelus staggers backwards, but stays on his feet. Connor slowly walks towards him.
CONNOR: Don't be such a sore winner.
Angelus couldn't just stand there and let Connor pun like a Slayer. He hits Connor with a left jab and a right hook. Connor answers with a right hook. Angelus gives him a right kick to the face, knocking Connor backwards.
ANGELUS: You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into.
CONNOR: Got ya outta my home, didn't I?
Angelus hits him with a left cross. Connor strikes Angelus with the back of his right hand. Connor grunts as he grabs Angelus and head-butts him. When Angelus tries a right hook, Connor grabs his right arm and throw him towards the sidewalk with all his might. Angelus's head slams into a traffic light pole, leaving a sizeable dent in the metal. He falls down against the side of a building. Connor pulls his father up off the ground with his left hand. He clobbers his face with a big right hook. Then another. When he throws a third, Angelus grabs his right wrist with his left hand. Angelus picks Connor up and bodyslams him so that his back comes down on a fire hydrant. Connor rolls into the middle of the street. Angelus walks out towards him. When Connor gets up, Angelus hits him with a right cross. Connor connects with a right hook. Angelus lands a left uppercut to his stomach, two right hooks to his face, and a left roundhouse kick to Connor's head. He grunts in pain as he makes the kick which puts Connor back on the ground. Angelus approaches. Connor stands up. Angelus stops approaching. They stand six feet apart, looking at each other. They're both horribly wounded, their faces covered with blood and bruises, their bodies wracked by internal injuries. Neither of them can go on with this much longer. Angelus worries about Faith and the others coming by. If they showed up now, they could easily knock him out and lock him up. He gives Connor a pained half-smile. Connor's mouth is open, sucking in oxygen.
ANGELUS: Dru should be by any minute now.
Connor knows he's as good as sired if that happens. He runs by Angelus to his right. Angelus sticks out his right arm and clotheslines him. Connor gets up turns around, groans and knocks Angelus on his back with the biggest right hook he can manage. Connor hobbles away. In Angelus's mind, the fact that Connor fled makes him the winner. But Connor thinks he's the winner because he was the last man on his feet. Angelus hobbles away in the opposite direction. He soon reaches the comparative safety of the sewers.
Two minutes later, Drusilla shows up. She smells Angelus's blood and Connor's blood on the ground. She looks up and sees the broken window. She knows they must both be hurt bad. Assuming Angelus can take care of himself, she follows Connor's trail.
NEXT: Connor tries to make it to Lindsey's hotel before Dru nabs him. Gwen comes back. Plus, Kelly makes an appearance in Sunnydale and helps Buffy, Spike, Giles and the Potentials battle their new demon adversaries. You can imagine how Buffy will react when she hears that Kelly was Angelus's "bait."