Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that you recognize in this
fiction. If you don't recognize them then they are mine. ^_^.
Distribution: Just ask. Shadows_After_Dark@hotmail.com
Summary: Connor must confront the past and try to make his own destiny.
A.N.: Sorry it took so long but I wont make excuses, I'll just try and write the chapters faster.
A.N.: The Big Baddie will speak in Latin, and I know what you're thinking "why Latin if he's Egyptian?" well I'll tell you. The spell is in Latin not Egyptian and I don't feel like making stuff up just so it can be in Egyptian. Language doesn't count as long as it gets done.
A.N.: I'm glad people liked my last chapter. Longer reviews, I like that. You keep reviewing and I promise I'll keep writing. Every review counts people.
~ENJOY~
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Chapter 6: Welcome back. . . Angelus
Hyperion Hotel
The moment had passed. Each felt more close to each other, more like family. Angel decided to make his son some chicken soup. Not his specialty but he managed. He explained each step of the process to Connor. And was amazed at the responses, but the best response, the one that Angel would remember the most, was Connor's first sip. His blue eyes went wide; they looked like a beautifully clear body of water. Angel couldn't stop smiling but didn't want to seem like he was hovering so he heated up some blood as Connor took his last sips of soup. As Angel was drinking his blood he realized that moments like this hardly ever lasted. Everything was calm. Like before a storm. He had talked with Wesley about it earlier and decided it was best to tell Connor about the prophesy, he decided. . . maybe later. He sighed unnecessary. He wouldn't let it happen. He sat down next to Connor and sighed again.
"Connor. . . Um, I want you to know that no matter what happens I'll never hurt you and that I love you."
Connor sensed the obvious distress of his father.
"What's wrong? What's going to happen?"
"Nothing but just in case. If I ever seem evil, I want you to protect everyone. You're the only one strong enough. Do you promise?"
"No. . ."
"What?"
"I'm tired of people lying to me or not telling me everything. I'm not a child and I'm sick of being treated like one. . ." Connor sighed. "please, tell me the truth."
Angel dawned on the fact that Connor wasn't a child anymore. He wasn't that baby he held in his arms a few months ago.
"Okay, I will." Connor seemed relieved at his father's response and Angel continued.
"There's a prophesy -" Angel felt as if his breath was sucked out of him. . 'But I don't breath' he thought.
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Undisclosed Location
"Ego vocare apud solaris dum Kemu. Abdere Angelus anima. Ablocare Angelus venire. Ablocare posse liber. Ablocare regnare." The same demon that spoke with Ekphantos, a demon wearing dark red robes. He was large and looked almost human but with spikes coming out of his knuckles and what looked like porcupine needles as hair, stands alone in a red pentagram repeating the spell in Latin, then in English "I call in the presence of the sun for the god Kemu. Take away the soul of Angelus. Let Angelus come. Let him be able to be free. Let me rule" he laughs maliciously. "It is done."
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The Hyperion Hotel
"Dad?" Connor said, worry in his tone. Angelus finally looks up.
"Are you okay?" Connor tries to get a response from his father but finds nothing in his eyes.
"Yeah, Connor, I feel. . . free."
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Please, please review. No worries about the cliffhanger because the next chapter will be up in about two days. ^_^. I will explain in future chapters the reasons of the big baddie.
Distribution: Just ask. Shadows_After_Dark@hotmail.com
Summary: Connor must confront the past and try to make his own destiny.
A.N.: Sorry it took so long but I wont make excuses, I'll just try and write the chapters faster.
A.N.: The Big Baddie will speak in Latin, and I know what you're thinking "why Latin if he's Egyptian?" well I'll tell you. The spell is in Latin not Egyptian and I don't feel like making stuff up just so it can be in Egyptian. Language doesn't count as long as it gets done.
A.N.: I'm glad people liked my last chapter. Longer reviews, I like that. You keep reviewing and I promise I'll keep writing. Every review counts people.
~ENJOY~
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Chapter 6: Welcome back. . . Angelus
Hyperion Hotel
The moment had passed. Each felt more close to each other, more like family. Angel decided to make his son some chicken soup. Not his specialty but he managed. He explained each step of the process to Connor. And was amazed at the responses, but the best response, the one that Angel would remember the most, was Connor's first sip. His blue eyes went wide; they looked like a beautifully clear body of water. Angel couldn't stop smiling but didn't want to seem like he was hovering so he heated up some blood as Connor took his last sips of soup. As Angel was drinking his blood he realized that moments like this hardly ever lasted. Everything was calm. Like before a storm. He had talked with Wesley about it earlier and decided it was best to tell Connor about the prophesy, he decided. . . maybe later. He sighed unnecessary. He wouldn't let it happen. He sat down next to Connor and sighed again.
"Connor. . . Um, I want you to know that no matter what happens I'll never hurt you and that I love you."
Connor sensed the obvious distress of his father.
"What's wrong? What's going to happen?"
"Nothing but just in case. If I ever seem evil, I want you to protect everyone. You're the only one strong enough. Do you promise?"
"No. . ."
"What?"
"I'm tired of people lying to me or not telling me everything. I'm not a child and I'm sick of being treated like one. . ." Connor sighed. "please, tell me the truth."
Angel dawned on the fact that Connor wasn't a child anymore. He wasn't that baby he held in his arms a few months ago.
"Okay, I will." Connor seemed relieved at his father's response and Angel continued.
"There's a prophesy -" Angel felt as if his breath was sucked out of him. . 'But I don't breath' he thought.
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Undisclosed Location
"Ego vocare apud solaris dum Kemu. Abdere Angelus anima. Ablocare Angelus venire. Ablocare posse liber. Ablocare regnare." The same demon that spoke with Ekphantos, a demon wearing dark red robes. He was large and looked almost human but with spikes coming out of his knuckles and what looked like porcupine needles as hair, stands alone in a red pentagram repeating the spell in Latin, then in English "I call in the presence of the sun for the god Kemu. Take away the soul of Angelus. Let Angelus come. Let him be able to be free. Let me rule" he laughs maliciously. "It is done."
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The Hyperion Hotel
"Dad?" Connor said, worry in his tone. Angelus finally looks up.
"Are you okay?" Connor tries to get a response from his father but finds nothing in his eyes.
"Yeah, Connor, I feel. . . free."
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Please, please review. No worries about the cliffhanger because the next chapter will be up in about two days. ^_^. I will explain in future chapters the reasons of the big baddie.
