"I don't belive I let him stake me."

Angel was surrounded by light.

"Look at the chaos I could be stopping."

Cordy laid her hand on his shoulder.

"There was nothing you could do. He is stronger than you now. He would have staked you."

Angel looked down into the club.

"He isn't Connor anymore, he just killed that girl, er, those people."

Fred appeared.

"You can't do anything now. Well, there is the Slayer."

Angel thought for a moment.

"She has a friend, a witch, she sometimes speaks to ghosts."

"But even if Buffy can help, I mean if Willow can see us, Connor is stronger than her, and so is Melody, she would be killed."

Cordy stated the grim truth.

"At the rate they're going, they will have killed all of LA in a week."

Angel looked away.

"The last person in that club is barely alive."

Angel winced.

"Not anymore."

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"Ready to go?" Melody asked Connor.

Connor was sitting in a bloody chair surveying the damage they had created. He got up, and turned around to face her.

"Let's go somewhere."

An evil smile spread across her face.

"Let's go to Bucharest."

Connor smiled back just as evilly.

"As you wish my darling."

Melody glared.

"Call me by my given name."

Connor bowed deep.

"My Goddess."