Walking this Way
Chapter 4
Death. I followed her at every turn. It was a part of her. It was killing her. Slowly swallowing her up, making it harder and harder just to go through a day breathing. It whispered to her, it screamed to her. Run, it said. Kill, it said. Die, it said.
Kick, punch, block.
Death was the cold breath that made her cheeks grow pale in sleep. Death was the scream in her nightmares. Death was the icy hand that wrenched at her heart. Death was the good in her, death was the evil in her. Run, it said. Kill, it said. Die, it said.
Block, side kick, jump, pounce.
Death was her dance. It moved her body gracefully through the night. Death was the wooden steak she kept strapped to her ankle 24 hours a day. Death was her song, it sang to her without end. Death kept her sane. Death drove her crazy. Run, it said. Kill, it said. Die, it said.
Faith's Hand reached down to her ankle, pulling her spare steak out, and jammed it straight into the middle of the heart of the beast, erupting a cloud of dust around her. She coughed a bit has she inhaled some of it. She turned to see how everyone else was doing.
Connor was being attacked at both sides by to very large vampires. It was almost comical in a way, thought faith to herself. Here, a skinny little pale guy, no more then a boy really, was attempting to kill two beasts, twice his size, with inhuman powers. Yet, he was doing it. And he was doing it well.
His lip was up in a growl like fashion, and he looked not human, but cat like, the way he would leap onto his victims, and claw at their eyes before thrusting the steak into their hearts, holding it there until the dust had fallen, instead of pulling it out to move onto the next. He was the son of two vampires, and he fought like one.
Faith felt herself growing warm, watching him. It was as though he was a shadow during the day, but he came alive while fighting. His body moving in an inhuman fashion, twisting and bending. Faith bit on her lip, willing herself to stay still. not to run to him, not to put her hands against his warm little body.
He was young. Too young. Fred said he was little more then 17. And Faith herself was already past her 21st birthday. And, he was Angel's son. And Faith had no doubt that Angel would not take well to the idea that she had corrupted his young boy. Connor may of thought that Angel hated him, abandoning him to them, but he was wrong. Angel didn't abandon his son, he let him go. He saw that keeping Connor with his, was killing him. Connor needed freedom, and Angel saw that.
And then, with one last thrust of his steak, he hit his target, killing the second Vampire. He tossed his head back, it chestnut brown hair glowing read in the moonlight. And he lowered his gaze down, landing right into hers. They took her off balance, Bright blue, and so alive in their ferocity.
And he held her gaze there, not moving, for what felt like forever. Until a small yelp came out into the night air, And Faith turned to see who was in trouble. It was Dawn, big surprise, the little miniature Buffy couldn't handle it. Faith saw that Buffy and Spike were both too busy with the potentials woes to run to Dawns help, so she took the task upon herself.
There was only one of them, but he was definitely no easy defeat. He was giant like, two heads taller then Faith, and much wider. And before faith could even get there, he had his teeth sunk into Dawn's pale little neck. But he didn't seem to be of the smarter variety, because he didn't even notice Faith's approach, and it was painfully easy to stab the steak into his back.
Dawn had horror in her eyes, and was in obvious pain as blood ran down her neck. You all right kid?" Faith asked.
Dawn nodded slightly, bringing a hand up to her neck. "You put up a good fight, held him off pretty long considering the fact that you have not super strength. You have less even then the potentials. But you put up a good fight" Faith tried to encourage her a little.
It seemed only to annoy Dawn though. "Not good enough" she mumbled under her breath. "But thanks" she said looking down.
Faith shoved her over in Connor's direction as she saw another Vampire approaching. But instead of fighting it, she lead it over to the potentials, grabbing both spike and Buffy by the arms, and pulling them back from defending the young girls. "I want to see them fight" Faith said.
Buffy and her Vampire nodded, understanding. Faith heard Connor fighting again behind her, but resisted the urge to turn and watch him. She forced herself to concentrate on the girls now. Watch their movements, their kicks, their falls. She looked for their strengths, and their weaknesses.
When she was satisfied, when she knew what it was they had to work with, she signaled to Buffy and Spike to rejoin the fight, and went off to Connor's aid, for he was now fighting off at least 7 Vampires.
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Connor was filled with lust as he watched her fight. Every kick, every punch, every block seemed as elegant as a waltz. Her curtain of long brown curls flowed about her, whipping out in violent attacks at her shoulders. Her Jaw was set tight, and her dark eyes were full on one thing, the lust and sweetness of a kill.
She was a predator, as was Buffy, as was Spike, as was he. So wrapped up in Faith was Connor, he didn't even notice the two Vampires that came upon him.
They were large, but he had seen bigger. They were a challenge, though. He was not used to these vampires, they seemed of an entire separate breed then the LA vampires. They fought much differently.
But they were still only Vampires. He leaped in the air, and came down on the larger of the two, his hands clutching at the Vampires neck, his feet plastered against the cold rock hard chest, so that the beast fell back, off balance, landing with a hard thud against the ground.
Connor kicked back at the second vampire he heard approaching, and swiped his nails across the face of the vampire he was no on top of. He raised his steak holding hand, and thrust it down into heart of his victim, with a painful twist. He then immediately jumped to his feat to attack the remaining Vampire.
This one was much faster to go. a punch here, a kick here, then poof, no more. He threw his head back into the hair, taking in a deep breath of moonlight, rejoicing in the pleasure of a kill, and lowered down his gaze, until her found what he was looking for.
He had felt her eyes watching her as he fought, so it was no surprise to him when his gaze was met right back by hers. They were full of shock at being discovered. Her face was flushed from her last fight, and he could see the stars reflecting in her dark gaze.
He held her their for a moment, until they were interrupted by a yelping noise, Dawn. He was about to go help her, but was beat to it by Faith, who quite effortlessly killed the vampire. She spoke a few soft words to a trembling Dawn, but Connor couldn't hear them. Then, as another Vampire approached, he saw Dawn being pushed over in his direction.
He ripped off a piece of his shirt, handing it over to dawn, "for your neck" he said.
She smiled at him, with a little blush, and pressed the soft fabric against the two holes in her neck.
They were only aloud a moment of rest, however, before many more vampires approached them. There were a few smaller vampires in this mix, and Dawn was able to take a couple of them on, Connor saw she seemed to be able, and went about fighting some of the larger ones.
A moment latter Faith joined the fight again, and it was only a few short moments before they had dusted them all, Dawn struggling with the last, but prevailing none the less.
They all turned to see one of the smaller potentials staking the last of the vampires. They went to join the rest of the group.
"You all did very well tonight" Buffy said, her voice was loud, but it lacked and for of emotion or pride. "You are progressing very nicely, which is good, since I feel the first approaching faster and faster. We must train harder then ever before, that we might have the strength to beat it. We must think harder then ever before, so that we might have the plan beat it. And we must grow closer then ever before, so that we might have the unity to beat it" But finished her speech, and turned to walk back the Summers residence, not even giving a smile to her army.
Connor followed Buffy, and was quickly joined by Dawn, and a few of the potentials. "That was awesome" said one of the girls. "where did you learn to fight like that?" she asked him.
"In a hell dimension. A man who hated my father kidnapped me when I was a baby, and jumped into a portal opened by a demon who hated my father, and raised me there as his own child" Connor responded truthfully the girls question.
The girl laughed, as did the others with her. "you're joking, right?" she asked. "Oh, you're serious" she said after seeing the serious look on his face. "Well, I'm Kelly" she said offering him a hand to shake.
Connor studied the girl, and her hand, not quite sure what to do. She had bright blue eyes, and blond curls that fell down to her waist. Her voice had a strange accent to it, and her mouth had a pretty smile. He smiled at her weakly.
She threw her head back in laughter, grabbing his hand and shaking it, "Guess they didn't shake hands in your little dimension" she said. She was right. It was a custom he was not familiar with, even after living in this dimension for almost a year.
"His name is Connor" Dawn answered for him. "He's Angel's son" she told them.
The girls mouths dropped in awe. "Does that mean-" one of them started.
"No, Buffy had nothing to do with his existence" Dawn said.
Connor was confused, but didn't let it show. He was beginning to think that Buffy and his father had some big past, that no one bother to tell him about. It didn't seem possible to him, since Angel always seemed so wrapped up in Cordilia, but there was a lot that Connor didn't know. He would ask Spike about it latter.
Chapter 4
Death. I followed her at every turn. It was a part of her. It was killing her. Slowly swallowing her up, making it harder and harder just to go through a day breathing. It whispered to her, it screamed to her. Run, it said. Kill, it said. Die, it said.
Kick, punch, block.
Death was the cold breath that made her cheeks grow pale in sleep. Death was the scream in her nightmares. Death was the icy hand that wrenched at her heart. Death was the good in her, death was the evil in her. Run, it said. Kill, it said. Die, it said.
Block, side kick, jump, pounce.
Death was her dance. It moved her body gracefully through the night. Death was the wooden steak she kept strapped to her ankle 24 hours a day. Death was her song, it sang to her without end. Death kept her sane. Death drove her crazy. Run, it said. Kill, it said. Die, it said.
Faith's Hand reached down to her ankle, pulling her spare steak out, and jammed it straight into the middle of the heart of the beast, erupting a cloud of dust around her. She coughed a bit has she inhaled some of it. She turned to see how everyone else was doing.
Connor was being attacked at both sides by to very large vampires. It was almost comical in a way, thought faith to herself. Here, a skinny little pale guy, no more then a boy really, was attempting to kill two beasts, twice his size, with inhuman powers. Yet, he was doing it. And he was doing it well.
His lip was up in a growl like fashion, and he looked not human, but cat like, the way he would leap onto his victims, and claw at their eyes before thrusting the steak into their hearts, holding it there until the dust had fallen, instead of pulling it out to move onto the next. He was the son of two vampires, and he fought like one.
Faith felt herself growing warm, watching him. It was as though he was a shadow during the day, but he came alive while fighting. His body moving in an inhuman fashion, twisting and bending. Faith bit on her lip, willing herself to stay still. not to run to him, not to put her hands against his warm little body.
He was young. Too young. Fred said he was little more then 17. And Faith herself was already past her 21st birthday. And, he was Angel's son. And Faith had no doubt that Angel would not take well to the idea that she had corrupted his young boy. Connor may of thought that Angel hated him, abandoning him to them, but he was wrong. Angel didn't abandon his son, he let him go. He saw that keeping Connor with his, was killing him. Connor needed freedom, and Angel saw that.
And then, with one last thrust of his steak, he hit his target, killing the second Vampire. He tossed his head back, it chestnut brown hair glowing read in the moonlight. And he lowered his gaze down, landing right into hers. They took her off balance, Bright blue, and so alive in their ferocity.
And he held her gaze there, not moving, for what felt like forever. Until a small yelp came out into the night air, And Faith turned to see who was in trouble. It was Dawn, big surprise, the little miniature Buffy couldn't handle it. Faith saw that Buffy and Spike were both too busy with the potentials woes to run to Dawns help, so she took the task upon herself.
There was only one of them, but he was definitely no easy defeat. He was giant like, two heads taller then Faith, and much wider. And before faith could even get there, he had his teeth sunk into Dawn's pale little neck. But he didn't seem to be of the smarter variety, because he didn't even notice Faith's approach, and it was painfully easy to stab the steak into his back.
Dawn had horror in her eyes, and was in obvious pain as blood ran down her neck. You all right kid?" Faith asked.
Dawn nodded slightly, bringing a hand up to her neck. "You put up a good fight, held him off pretty long considering the fact that you have not super strength. You have less even then the potentials. But you put up a good fight" Faith tried to encourage her a little.
It seemed only to annoy Dawn though. "Not good enough" she mumbled under her breath. "But thanks" she said looking down.
Faith shoved her over in Connor's direction as she saw another Vampire approaching. But instead of fighting it, she lead it over to the potentials, grabbing both spike and Buffy by the arms, and pulling them back from defending the young girls. "I want to see them fight" Faith said.
Buffy and her Vampire nodded, understanding. Faith heard Connor fighting again behind her, but resisted the urge to turn and watch him. She forced herself to concentrate on the girls now. Watch their movements, their kicks, their falls. She looked for their strengths, and their weaknesses.
When she was satisfied, when she knew what it was they had to work with, she signaled to Buffy and Spike to rejoin the fight, and went off to Connor's aid, for he was now fighting off at least 7 Vampires.
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Connor was filled with lust as he watched her fight. Every kick, every punch, every block seemed as elegant as a waltz. Her curtain of long brown curls flowed about her, whipping out in violent attacks at her shoulders. Her Jaw was set tight, and her dark eyes were full on one thing, the lust and sweetness of a kill.
She was a predator, as was Buffy, as was Spike, as was he. So wrapped up in Faith was Connor, he didn't even notice the two Vampires that came upon him.
They were large, but he had seen bigger. They were a challenge, though. He was not used to these vampires, they seemed of an entire separate breed then the LA vampires. They fought much differently.
But they were still only Vampires. He leaped in the air, and came down on the larger of the two, his hands clutching at the Vampires neck, his feet plastered against the cold rock hard chest, so that the beast fell back, off balance, landing with a hard thud against the ground.
Connor kicked back at the second vampire he heard approaching, and swiped his nails across the face of the vampire he was no on top of. He raised his steak holding hand, and thrust it down into heart of his victim, with a painful twist. He then immediately jumped to his feat to attack the remaining Vampire.
This one was much faster to go. a punch here, a kick here, then poof, no more. He threw his head back into the hair, taking in a deep breath of moonlight, rejoicing in the pleasure of a kill, and lowered down his gaze, until her found what he was looking for.
He had felt her eyes watching her as he fought, so it was no surprise to him when his gaze was met right back by hers. They were full of shock at being discovered. Her face was flushed from her last fight, and he could see the stars reflecting in her dark gaze.
He held her their for a moment, until they were interrupted by a yelping noise, Dawn. He was about to go help her, but was beat to it by Faith, who quite effortlessly killed the vampire. She spoke a few soft words to a trembling Dawn, but Connor couldn't hear them. Then, as another Vampire approached, he saw Dawn being pushed over in his direction.
He ripped off a piece of his shirt, handing it over to dawn, "for your neck" he said.
She smiled at him, with a little blush, and pressed the soft fabric against the two holes in her neck.
They were only aloud a moment of rest, however, before many more vampires approached them. There were a few smaller vampires in this mix, and Dawn was able to take a couple of them on, Connor saw she seemed to be able, and went about fighting some of the larger ones.
A moment latter Faith joined the fight again, and it was only a few short moments before they had dusted them all, Dawn struggling with the last, but prevailing none the less.
They all turned to see one of the smaller potentials staking the last of the vampires. They went to join the rest of the group.
"You all did very well tonight" Buffy said, her voice was loud, but it lacked and for of emotion or pride. "You are progressing very nicely, which is good, since I feel the first approaching faster and faster. We must train harder then ever before, that we might have the strength to beat it. We must think harder then ever before, so that we might have the plan beat it. And we must grow closer then ever before, so that we might have the unity to beat it" But finished her speech, and turned to walk back the Summers residence, not even giving a smile to her army.
Connor followed Buffy, and was quickly joined by Dawn, and a few of the potentials. "That was awesome" said one of the girls. "where did you learn to fight like that?" she asked him.
"In a hell dimension. A man who hated my father kidnapped me when I was a baby, and jumped into a portal opened by a demon who hated my father, and raised me there as his own child" Connor responded truthfully the girls question.
The girl laughed, as did the others with her. "you're joking, right?" she asked. "Oh, you're serious" she said after seeing the serious look on his face. "Well, I'm Kelly" she said offering him a hand to shake.
Connor studied the girl, and her hand, not quite sure what to do. She had bright blue eyes, and blond curls that fell down to her waist. Her voice had a strange accent to it, and her mouth had a pretty smile. He smiled at her weakly.
She threw her head back in laughter, grabbing his hand and shaking it, "Guess they didn't shake hands in your little dimension" she said. She was right. It was a custom he was not familiar with, even after living in this dimension for almost a year.
"His name is Connor" Dawn answered for him. "He's Angel's son" she told them.
The girls mouths dropped in awe. "Does that mean-" one of them started.
"No, Buffy had nothing to do with his existence" Dawn said.
Connor was confused, but didn't let it show. He was beginning to think that Buffy and his father had some big past, that no one bother to tell him about. It didn't seem possible to him, since Angel always seemed so wrapped up in Cordilia, but there was a lot that Connor didn't know. He would ask Spike about it latter.