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Summary: Connor must confront the past and try to make his own destiny.

A.N.: It wont happen much but when I put things like this "Take him downstairs. Tell Master the prophesized one has come"

At the Hyperion.

"What's wrong with Connor?! Is he alright?" asked Angel starting to panic.

"He's ...he's alive... it looks like a broken down church.... lots of vampires dressed in cloaks..."

"Where's the church?"

"It's not far..."

Old Church

Connor smelled the air and listened to know if he was still in danger. He heard footsteps all around him but no heartbeats. He smelled vampires, incense and some herbs. He was captured be the enemy. Connor quickly popped his eyes open and began his attack. He broke the leg of a chair near him and staked the vampire nearest to him. He punched one in the face, tripped him and staked him. Soon there was only one left. It looked like a child. It looked scared. Connor closed his eyes. It looked so innocent, but it wasn't, it was a demon and it must be destroyed. The little vampire took advantage of Connor's distraction and ran. He didn't chase after it..it wasn't a danger to him and he was bruised and tired. He heard a car arrive outside and thought it was about time he left.

"CONNOR!" Angel smelled his son in the abandoned church. When he didn't his son he assumed the worst but then noticed the smell led outside.

Streets of L.A.

Connor thought it was best to try and lose his scent just in case if other vampires came to the old church and saw nothing but dust and decided to follow him he would be safe. He remembered the fundamentals of losing your enemy. It can pick up your scent a thousand times and you would lead it into a thousand different circles. He was going through a certain alleyway one last time and his nightmares were realized. He saw Angel and thought it was time to see the real Angelus and he froze. He couldn't understand it. He had prepared himself for this fight both physically and mentally for almost his entire life not to mention he had fought his father before, but why was this time different? All he could do is wait fore the death that came in his nightmares before he woke up in a pool of sweat, but the attack never came. Angel hugged him and Connor flinched when he came close but Angel pulled him into a hug before he could take a step back.

"Connor! Are you okay?" Angel checked if his son was okay and Connor flinched when he came to his bruises. So Connor took a step back.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Connor asked now getting to the conclusion that he wasn't going to die...or at least not tonight.

"Cordy had a vision."

"You came to the church?"

"Yeah. She said that there were a lot of vampires and you were unconscious. How did you get out?"

"I fought...I can protect myself"

"I think you should come back with me to the hotel. You still might be in danger."

"I'm fine...I'll be fine"

"Connor...please...it wont be forever"

"I know" Angel looked down at Connor's last response and said:

"So will you come? Just until I know you're safe."

Connor considered the offer. He had been on the streets for a month and had to enter underground cage fights for almost no money. Those fights had worn him down. He barely slept because he never knew when a demon might attack him. He remembered when he could sleep calmly at the Hyperion Hotel and he made his decision.

"Okay, I'll go." Connor agreed but he wouldn't let his guard down. Angel smiled at the answer.

"Great" His son would finally be safe. He'll have a home. Maybe this time it'll work.