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

A.N.: I used some lines from the series because I thought they went very well into the story, so if you recognize it, then you know.

A.N.: Sorry I know I have been writing smaller chapters but I do have many other demands and I will try my hardest to write longer chapters or post more of them.

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Chapter 8: Torture.

Warehouse

Connor smelled the air before he opened his eyes. All he smelt was his father. . . and coal. Then he remembered the events, not sure how long ago they happened. When he opened eyes and saw his father sitting calmly in a chair across from him, chills went down his spine.

"It's about time you woke up." He grinned maliciously.

Connor was hanging from chains that were starting to cut into his wrists. He wasn't that high up but could only touch the floor with the top of his shoes. He looked to his side and saw thin metal poles heating in a large bowl filled with coal.

"Yup, were going to have fun with those."

"I'm sure we are." Connor replied sarcastically. "I'm not afraid of you."

"Just because you said that proves to me that you are."

"Shows how much you know," he sighs and continues, "are you going to kill me know or torture me with your bad breathe?"

Angelus laughs maliciously. "I got to admit, you got guts."

"Why don't you find out how much?"

"Wow, you are the youngest person who has ever said that to me. Do you know how many people I've killed?" he said as he approached Connor.

"The Scourge of Europe? Thousands, right?"

"You know your history."

"I know my enemies."

"Right, of course you do."

Connor yawned. "Are you going to kill me, of am I going to die of boredom."

"You wont die of boredom, I can promise you that but all in due time. I just have to take care of a few things first. Then its your turn, son." He said as he walked out into the night.

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Hyperion Hotel

Angelus walked in and it was just how he last saw it an hour ago except that Fred was there alone.

"Where is everyone?" Angelus walked behind the counter where Fred sat typing away on her computer.

"Cordy went home and Wes went with Gunn on a call. Where's Connor?"

"Oh, you know, wanted to do some killing on his own." Angelus leaned over her shoulder and sniffed her hair. Fred turned around and looked curiously at him.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, did I ever say how much I appreciate how much you do around here?" Fred got up, slightly embarrassed.

"Um, not recently"

"Well, I do. Just so you know." Angelus thought of it as a waste of time to play on the emotions of a scrawny girl from Texas, but maybe a little before he got her out of the way. "You know Fred, Wes and Gunn both love, you do know that, right?"

"Well, I love Charles."

"But what about Wesley, don't you care about him? Must have been hard for him, meeting someone he had so much in common with just pass him by. Tsk tsk."

"Its not like tha-" Fred was interrupted by Angelus's hand slamming beside Fred's head, cornering her. "W-What are you doing?"

"What's wrong Fred? You scared?"

"N-no you're just worrying me. I-is something wrong?"

"Nothing. Just a bit hungry." He grabbed her head and tilted it to the side exposing her neck. He could see and hear vein beating under her skin. He wet his lips and his face turned into that of a vampire. She struggled, even more when he bit into her but slowly stopped when she passed out. Angelus found out it would be unnecessary to kill her, he just needed her out of the way. Considering both Wesley and Gunn cared for her the only actual threat to him was tied up in a warehouse. Cordy would probably remember Willow, so he decided that would have to be his next stop. He let Fred drop to the floor with a sickening thud and left.

When he got to Cordelia's apartment he saw several lights, then proceeded up to her door and knocked. Cordelia answered the door, Groo closely behind her.

"Can I come in?" Angelus put on his most sincere face.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, not really, I just need to talk to you. . . in private."

"Oh, okay, but we should probably go outside." She turned around to face Groo. "I'll be back in a bit." He nodded and she stepped outside. Angelus started to walk down the street followed by Cordelia. "So, what's on your mind? Is it Connor?"

"No, nothing like that, I just thought I could make everyone you know suffer."

"What?" Angelus pulled Cordelia into an alleyway and put his vampire face on. He bit into her neck and drank until he felt she would live but be out for at least a few days. That's all he needed. Angelus had his fill of blood for the day and since the sun was starting to rise he felt that the warehouse that he had Connor "stored" in was just enough to provide him with enough cover and entertainment until nightfall. So he headed back.

When he got back, Connor was exactly the way he left him only his wrists were turning red. He had caught him struggling to get free.

"Don't even bother, it wont work." He said as he got closer.

"Doesn't hurt to try."

"It will. Once the chains start digging into your skin and start to bleed you will wish you never struggled this much."

"You speak from experience?"

"I almost always speak from experience."

Connor rolls his eyes, "Right."

Angelus smiles. "So what do you say we get started?"

"Before you do, tell me, why are you doing this?"

"Because you are the closest living relative of Angel."

"Do you always speak of your self in the third person?"

"That's right. Hotlz didn't really tell you the difference, did he? Well, let me explain. Liam is what started. A pathetic human drunk, who was constantly in bar fights. Had lot women too. Guess that wasn't such a bad life, huh? Anyway, then Darla, your darling mother, turned me into a vampire as a result Angelus was born. When I was cursed with a soul that left the pitiful, brooding, pathetic, whiny Angel. Now, I am Angelus."

"Why?"

"I will tell you when I figure it out but that's not what's important right now."

"Then what is?"

"Well, it's day time and I figure I would have some old fun with a new son." Angelus came close to Connor's face and was greeted by a Connor spiting on him."

"Get away from me." Angelus laughs maliciously.

"Now I know why your mother felt the way she did."

"What?"

"It made her sick you squirming inside her, so she jammed a stake in her own heart just so she wouldn't have to hear your first whinny breath."

"You don't know anything."

"Then there was Holtz. Disappointed him so much he stabbed himself in the neck."

"My fa-." Angelus smiles, "Holtz, was a good man, all he ever wanted was for you to get the punishment you deserve and you will."

"I doubt you can take me."

"We'll see."

"Promises. Promises. Don't make 'em if you cant keep 'em."

"Wouldn't think of it."

"Right."

Angelus picked up one of the metal poles from the bowl and hit him in the stomach with it. Taking his time leaving his skin after a hit. Connor tried his best not to scream but what came out was a forced kind of grunt. Angelus kept hitting him for several hours, not just on his stomach but also on his arms, legs, and chest, burning lines into his skin. Connor eventually started screaming, and Angelus just laughed maliciously but was amazed at his capacity to maintain cocky. Every time he caught his breath he would make a smart-aleck remark or pun. Angelus would just deliver a harder punishment and laugh. At one point he just sat across the room comfortably and threw knives at Connor landing a few in his arms and legs. Connor passed out a few time, as well but only for about half an hour or so at a time. When Angelus got hungry he would feed a little off him, just enough for him to stay conscious through the process. When night fell Angelus thought he would find out why he was suddenly free.

Meanwhile Connor remained chained, currently unconscious was dreaming. He couldn't see much. It was foggy, but he did see someone approaching. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown.

"Hello, Connor." She said as she approached him.

"Do I know you?"

"I wish you had the chance to," she sighed, "no, you don't know me, but I know you."

"Who are you?"

"I'm your mother."

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