Chapter 9 - Training
A/N: a warning! Extreme Connor bashing ahead. You have been warned.
Dally and Spike entered what you could only call a dive. It was dirty, smelly and had some weird green goo all over one end of the bar. You would expect to see the usual down and out guys, but this time there were down and out demons, "Dally, its time you grew up and out of fairy tales and into the real world. I'm a vampire and these," Spike said gesturing around the bar, "Are demons. The type that like to kill humans. And we are going to fight them."
Dally had had enough shocks in one evening to believe this without questioning the rationality behind it. Dally was calm as he looked around at the demons in the bar who had begun to sit up and take notice of the unfamiliar people standing in their bar. Spike and Dally then approached the bar and lent on it, arms crossed and looking pretty damn mean, and both calmly ordered drinks. Spike lent over to Dally and began to talk in a low voice to him, "If you look mean, and confident demons like these will always take it as a challenge because you are only human to them. The trick is to keep it calm as they approach you looking for a fight, I guess you know that already don't you? The difference between demons and humans is that the demon will not ask you to step outside, they're too stupid and impatient, and they'll attempt to finish you off where ever they are. Another thing is that they don't have any friends to back them up, if someone's gonna back him up then they're usually working for a purpose, not just for the fight."
Dally took another calculating look around the bar and stopped to look at the green goo over the other end of the bar, "I take it someone else has already been in a fight," Dally said to Spike, gesturing towards the end of the bar. Spike nodded not looking at Dally but at the big, blue slime demon lumbering up to them.
"What would you like old chap?" Spike cockily asked the demon which stood a good head taller than Spike.
"I would like to kick your human arses out of my bar. Humans think they own everything and I'm going to change that," rumbled the demon whilst sizing them both up.
"Oh really? Well, we aren't exactly human are we Dally?" Spike looked at Dally who nodded. Spike turned around and vamped out while doing so. Dally took one look at what had averted the demon's eyes and lashed out at the demon, punching him. It wasn't that Dally had expected his father to turn into some form of a demon; Dally was now in a state of mind where he accepted whatever was thrown at him. At this point in time you could've told Dally that he had to wear pink undies on his head and he would've just nodded and put some pink undies proudly on his head.
The ensuing fight involved a bit of dirty fighting on Dally and Spike's part as they ganged up on the unsuspecting demon. In the end Spike ended up knocking the demon unconscious because he couldn't find anything to kill the demon with, the owner of the bar was obviously expecting a bit of bloodshed and had procured only blunt objects to fill his very unrespectable bar with. So the father and son finished off their drinks while all the patrons in the bar wisely decided against trying to attack the impostors and began to walk the streets of LA.
When they reached a main street Spike turned to Dally, "There are only two things wrong with they way you fight. With demons you need to use weapons."
"Sure I can use weapons, you know, chains, bottles and knives."
Hitting Dally upside his head Spike said to him, "No you dumb blonde, I mean swords. You can't bloody well decapitate a demon with a bottle. If you know how to use a sword or at least learn to improvise you'll have no troubles." Dally, whose ego was still bruised from the hit to his head just nodded. "How about we go kill something, or at least kick the crap out of it, eh? That's always a bit of fun."
So Dally and Spike, the father son team walked off into the night to find something else to prove their masculinity with.
But meanwhile back at Angel central.
Ariel sat down and stared at Lorne who simply stared back, "Are you just going to stare at me all night, because I really have to hit the hay in a little while." At this Ariel just stared as if he didn't believe what he referred to as 'it' could talk, "Oh, so you're not too talkative, maybe a bit shy? Hmmm, I'd never figured the son of an evil vampire who loves to hear his own voice to be quiet."
Ariel finally blinked and opened his mouth to talk, "What in Lud's name are you?"
Lorne was a taken aback at this question, wasn't it obvious to the kid what he was? But no, Ariel had spent his whole life in a world where ordinary people were burnt at the stake just for being different; needless to say he had never come across any sort of demon before in his life. Except the demons that the wayward religion of the Herders had pounded into his brain. Lorne then decided to take it slow with the kid; he was the most confused and the least cocky one of the lot, "I'm a divination demon. You know, as in not human. There are lots of demons, just ones that aren't as nice and charming and gorgeous as me. Trust me, as much as you don't believe it but that last statement is true."
Ariel simply nodded and decided to ask his newly found father about it later. But this didn't stop him from staring at Lorne as he moved around the office and finally said his farewells for the night. Lorne was a tad bit perturbed by the freaky way that Ariel was looking at him with a mixture of I-want-to-kill-you and I-can't-believe-that-an-inanimate-object- is-alive. Let's just say that it was a damn scary mix. Ariel then made his way through the maze of hallways to reach his room.
As that interaction was happening something else was going down in the Hyperion Hotel as well.
Draco, now abandoned by both of his brothers and his father in an unknown hotel decided that now, when he was alone and unfamiliar with the whole muggle world, was not the time to stir up trouble. I bet you're asking what kind of trouble Draco liked to cause, well, he preferred trouble that either involved the complete and utter embarrassment of someone he thought as below him or he liked to cause chaos in people's relationships with their significant others. He took quite an interest to the vulnerable and fragile Fred who obviously hung on to the people who lived in the God forsaken Hyperion Hotel for a feeling of belonging, to be identified as someone of worth. This was one of the few places that such things occurred in LA and Fred made sure that she wasn't going to lose something so rare.
Now we come to Draco who had no crowd to tease or entertain and therefore nothing to do. Until there was a knock on his door. Draco, being cautious because he was sure that Fred's over protective boyfriend was out for his blood, slowly got up from his bed, walked silently over to the door and took a look out the peephole. Standing at the door, and looking quite out of place and nervous was the son of gloom itself, Connor.
Draco had already put Connor into a box reserved for half wits, Dumbledore and people who frowned for no damn reason. Connor had elements of all these characteristics, with the exception that Dumbledore had some intelligence where Connor had empty space. Needless to say this justified labelling of Connor had considerably lowered any respect Draco never had for him, making Connor below the rank of the foulest thing on earth in Draco's eyes.
Draco again slowly opened the door, looked at Connor and cocked an eyebrow, "What do you want?"
"Can I come in?" Connor asked in the never ceasing monotone he had acquired throughout his rather pointless life.
Draco lowered his eyebrow and began to study Connor in a serious manner, which put off Connor's resolve to ask Draco for help. Mind you this wasn't ordinary help, this was help with girls, the one thing that men are supposed to know all about and the one thing that Connor had going for him. After a lengthy study of Connor Draco replied to Connor's request for entry, "What on earth for?"
Connor was getting steadily uneasy standing in the hallway and looked at the ground as he answered him, "I need some help, um, help with.girls." At this rather pathetic plea for help Draco plastered his family's infamous smirk on his face. Unfortunately Connor did not catch this and inevitably fell into a trap that he had set up himself.
"Well, it's getting late; the others should be back soon. You don't want all of them knowing about it do you?" Connor shook his head looking at Draco almost reverently, "I'll talk to you about it when we're both alone, and you know when I get a chance. Here comes Ariel now." And what do you know there Ariel was, walking down the hall, Draco quickly said to Connor, "See you later eh?" Connor nodded and walked away just as Ariel arrived at the door way.
Ariel looked passively at the retreating back of Connor, which meant for Ariel that he was glaring at him, "What did he want?"
Draco smirked at Ariel as he stood back to let his brother into the room, "The guy wants help with girls. I think it might be with that Cordelia chick, I can understand why he wants help, 'cause he hasn't got a chance with her," then Draco began to chuckle. "Like hell I'll help him."
The brothers then smirked at each other as they imagined all the things they could do to the son of gloom itself who had just beared to two of the most evil siblings in LA his true desire. What Connor failed to take into consideration was two things, never trust blonde haired blue eyed people and that two minds are better than one.
A/N: There you go. Read and review its all you gotta do.
~*~*~ Samantha and Jaime ~*~*~
A/N: a warning! Extreme Connor bashing ahead. You have been warned.
Dally and Spike entered what you could only call a dive. It was dirty, smelly and had some weird green goo all over one end of the bar. You would expect to see the usual down and out guys, but this time there were down and out demons, "Dally, its time you grew up and out of fairy tales and into the real world. I'm a vampire and these," Spike said gesturing around the bar, "Are demons. The type that like to kill humans. And we are going to fight them."
Dally had had enough shocks in one evening to believe this without questioning the rationality behind it. Dally was calm as he looked around at the demons in the bar who had begun to sit up and take notice of the unfamiliar people standing in their bar. Spike and Dally then approached the bar and lent on it, arms crossed and looking pretty damn mean, and both calmly ordered drinks. Spike lent over to Dally and began to talk in a low voice to him, "If you look mean, and confident demons like these will always take it as a challenge because you are only human to them. The trick is to keep it calm as they approach you looking for a fight, I guess you know that already don't you? The difference between demons and humans is that the demon will not ask you to step outside, they're too stupid and impatient, and they'll attempt to finish you off where ever they are. Another thing is that they don't have any friends to back them up, if someone's gonna back him up then they're usually working for a purpose, not just for the fight."
Dally took another calculating look around the bar and stopped to look at the green goo over the other end of the bar, "I take it someone else has already been in a fight," Dally said to Spike, gesturing towards the end of the bar. Spike nodded not looking at Dally but at the big, blue slime demon lumbering up to them.
"What would you like old chap?" Spike cockily asked the demon which stood a good head taller than Spike.
"I would like to kick your human arses out of my bar. Humans think they own everything and I'm going to change that," rumbled the demon whilst sizing them both up.
"Oh really? Well, we aren't exactly human are we Dally?" Spike looked at Dally who nodded. Spike turned around and vamped out while doing so. Dally took one look at what had averted the demon's eyes and lashed out at the demon, punching him. It wasn't that Dally had expected his father to turn into some form of a demon; Dally was now in a state of mind where he accepted whatever was thrown at him. At this point in time you could've told Dally that he had to wear pink undies on his head and he would've just nodded and put some pink undies proudly on his head.
The ensuing fight involved a bit of dirty fighting on Dally and Spike's part as they ganged up on the unsuspecting demon. In the end Spike ended up knocking the demon unconscious because he couldn't find anything to kill the demon with, the owner of the bar was obviously expecting a bit of bloodshed and had procured only blunt objects to fill his very unrespectable bar with. So the father and son finished off their drinks while all the patrons in the bar wisely decided against trying to attack the impostors and began to walk the streets of LA.
When they reached a main street Spike turned to Dally, "There are only two things wrong with they way you fight. With demons you need to use weapons."
"Sure I can use weapons, you know, chains, bottles and knives."
Hitting Dally upside his head Spike said to him, "No you dumb blonde, I mean swords. You can't bloody well decapitate a demon with a bottle. If you know how to use a sword or at least learn to improvise you'll have no troubles." Dally, whose ego was still bruised from the hit to his head just nodded. "How about we go kill something, or at least kick the crap out of it, eh? That's always a bit of fun."
So Dally and Spike, the father son team walked off into the night to find something else to prove their masculinity with.
But meanwhile back at Angel central.
Ariel sat down and stared at Lorne who simply stared back, "Are you just going to stare at me all night, because I really have to hit the hay in a little while." At this Ariel just stared as if he didn't believe what he referred to as 'it' could talk, "Oh, so you're not too talkative, maybe a bit shy? Hmmm, I'd never figured the son of an evil vampire who loves to hear his own voice to be quiet."
Ariel finally blinked and opened his mouth to talk, "What in Lud's name are you?"
Lorne was a taken aback at this question, wasn't it obvious to the kid what he was? But no, Ariel had spent his whole life in a world where ordinary people were burnt at the stake just for being different; needless to say he had never come across any sort of demon before in his life. Except the demons that the wayward religion of the Herders had pounded into his brain. Lorne then decided to take it slow with the kid; he was the most confused and the least cocky one of the lot, "I'm a divination demon. You know, as in not human. There are lots of demons, just ones that aren't as nice and charming and gorgeous as me. Trust me, as much as you don't believe it but that last statement is true."
Ariel simply nodded and decided to ask his newly found father about it later. But this didn't stop him from staring at Lorne as he moved around the office and finally said his farewells for the night. Lorne was a tad bit perturbed by the freaky way that Ariel was looking at him with a mixture of I-want-to-kill-you and I-can't-believe-that-an-inanimate-object- is-alive. Let's just say that it was a damn scary mix. Ariel then made his way through the maze of hallways to reach his room.
As that interaction was happening something else was going down in the Hyperion Hotel as well.
Draco, now abandoned by both of his brothers and his father in an unknown hotel decided that now, when he was alone and unfamiliar with the whole muggle world, was not the time to stir up trouble. I bet you're asking what kind of trouble Draco liked to cause, well, he preferred trouble that either involved the complete and utter embarrassment of someone he thought as below him or he liked to cause chaos in people's relationships with their significant others. He took quite an interest to the vulnerable and fragile Fred who obviously hung on to the people who lived in the God forsaken Hyperion Hotel for a feeling of belonging, to be identified as someone of worth. This was one of the few places that such things occurred in LA and Fred made sure that she wasn't going to lose something so rare.
Now we come to Draco who had no crowd to tease or entertain and therefore nothing to do. Until there was a knock on his door. Draco, being cautious because he was sure that Fred's over protective boyfriend was out for his blood, slowly got up from his bed, walked silently over to the door and took a look out the peephole. Standing at the door, and looking quite out of place and nervous was the son of gloom itself, Connor.
Draco had already put Connor into a box reserved for half wits, Dumbledore and people who frowned for no damn reason. Connor had elements of all these characteristics, with the exception that Dumbledore had some intelligence where Connor had empty space. Needless to say this justified labelling of Connor had considerably lowered any respect Draco never had for him, making Connor below the rank of the foulest thing on earth in Draco's eyes.
Draco again slowly opened the door, looked at Connor and cocked an eyebrow, "What do you want?"
"Can I come in?" Connor asked in the never ceasing monotone he had acquired throughout his rather pointless life.
Draco lowered his eyebrow and began to study Connor in a serious manner, which put off Connor's resolve to ask Draco for help. Mind you this wasn't ordinary help, this was help with girls, the one thing that men are supposed to know all about and the one thing that Connor had going for him. After a lengthy study of Connor Draco replied to Connor's request for entry, "What on earth for?"
Connor was getting steadily uneasy standing in the hallway and looked at the ground as he answered him, "I need some help, um, help with.girls." At this rather pathetic plea for help Draco plastered his family's infamous smirk on his face. Unfortunately Connor did not catch this and inevitably fell into a trap that he had set up himself.
"Well, it's getting late; the others should be back soon. You don't want all of them knowing about it do you?" Connor shook his head looking at Draco almost reverently, "I'll talk to you about it when we're both alone, and you know when I get a chance. Here comes Ariel now." And what do you know there Ariel was, walking down the hall, Draco quickly said to Connor, "See you later eh?" Connor nodded and walked away just as Ariel arrived at the door way.
Ariel looked passively at the retreating back of Connor, which meant for Ariel that he was glaring at him, "What did he want?"
Draco smirked at Ariel as he stood back to let his brother into the room, "The guy wants help with girls. I think it might be with that Cordelia chick, I can understand why he wants help, 'cause he hasn't got a chance with her," then Draco began to chuckle. "Like hell I'll help him."
The brothers then smirked at each other as they imagined all the things they could do to the son of gloom itself who had just beared to two of the most evil siblings in LA his true desire. What Connor failed to take into consideration was two things, never trust blonde haired blue eyed people and that two minds are better than one.
A/N: There you go. Read and review its all you gotta do.
~*~*~ Samantha and Jaime ~*~*~