Connor attacks Spike. Connor attacks Andrew. Connor attacks Buffy. Connor attacks vampires. Connor pretty much takes on the whole town of Sunnydale. Except for one of Dawn's old friends, whom Spike is busy seducing.

Connor kicks Spike three times while he's down. When Spike tries to get to his feet, Connor hits him in the nose with a right cross. He kicks Spike in the chin, takes the stake in his right hand and goes for the kill. Spike grabs the stake with both hands and pushes Connor away with his feet. When Spike stands up, Connor leaps fifteen feet through the air and knocks him down with a right hook. Spike tumbles further down the embankment. Connor glides down. "White boy can jump." Connor tries a right hook kick. Spike grabs his foot. "But can he fly?" Spike hurls Connor thirty feet through the air. "Oww!! Owwww!!!!" Connor marches back towards Spike. "Now what the bloody hell did I ever do to you?"

"Why are you helping me?"

"Good question. It's one I started asking myself the moment you tried to bloody stake me!"

"Go ahead, tell him," the First Evil in the form of Buffy says to Spike."

"This is a trick. It's a lie. Everything's a lie."

"Not when it comes to me. Everything I've told you is the God's honest truth."

"Maybe we should bleed him," Buffy says to Spike. "You think he's got enough to activate the seal. I'm just dying to find out. The blood of the miracle child."

"Will you shut up!"

"I didn't say anything," Connor replies.

"I'm taking you to Sunnydale. After that, you're free. Do whatever you bloody well want."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Cuz Angel never would." Connor thinks about this. On the one hand, it doesn't answer his question. On the other hand, he's easy prey for anti-Angel rhetoric. Then again, the vampire could be lying. Connor walks to Spike without saying a word. "Wait a minute. Are you in or out?" He stabs the stake with his right hand. Spike uses both hands to block it. So he knocks Spike down with a left hook. "Okay, out it is." Spike stands up, blocks a left cross and a right hook, then knocks Connor back with a right jab that causes Spike to grab his head.

"Maybe I'll just take the bike and go to Sunnydale on my own," Connor proposes.

Spike thinks about this. Dammit. He has no leverage to ensure Connor's good behavior. "Do you even know how to drive it?"

"Can't be too hard."

"Do you even know the way to Sunnydale?"

"I'll find it."

"And then wut? You find Buffy, and Buffy kills you."

"I'm not scared of her. I'm not scared of anything."

"She has friends. Scoobies. Helpers. Like Angel has. One of them's a witch who can skin you alive. I bet Angel doesn't have that."

"Buffy has minions?"

"Yeah. And you can't deal with her and them at the same time. That's where I come in."

"Fine," Connor says as he walks up the hill back to the road. "But I work alone."

"I think I sussed that out when you tried to kill me." Spike takes the stake, just to be safe. They get back on the bike An hour later, they have arrived at their destination. Connor gets off the bike.

"This is it?"

"A small town with a city-sized demon population."

"Where's the Mouth of Hell?"

"Closed for the time being. Which means Buffy's not on high alert."

"I can surprise her." Spike tosses Connor's stake back to him.

"Hey, you managed to surprise me." Spike rides away, humming "Early One Morning." Connor knows this Buffy is powerful. He'll need supplies. Find the right store and use the five-finger super-power discount. He walks down Main Street. This town is much quieter than L.A. Eerily quiet. Fewer cars. Smaller buildings. Fewer people. Which makes them easier to notice. He spots Andrew across the street, walking nervously in his new black leather coat. In an instant, Connor crosses the street and steps in front of Andrew. To him, the stranger seems to come out of nowhere.

"You have blood on your hands."

"I'm sorry. You have the wrong number." Andrew tries to walk by Connor, who grabs his wrists tightly.

"Human blood." Connor stares into Andrew's eyes. He quickly cracks.

"Please, please don't tell."

"Tell who? I don't know anyone." He looks at an alley in front and to his left, grabs Andrew's right arm, and drags him into the alley, slamming Andrew's back into the wall.

"What do you want?" Connor smiles.

"Rope. About oh, I dunno, thirty feet."

"What kind?"

"What do you mean?"

"How thick?"

"Thick enough to tie you to a post. Okay, thick a enough to hold a man twice your size to a post."

"There's a hardware store two blocks from here. B-b-but I think it closes soon."

"Then hurry." Connor lets go. Andrew starts to walk away, then turns around.

"How, how will I know where to meet you?"

"I'll find you. And if you don't have it - " he takes Andrew's right hand in his left hand and starts squeezing, covering Andrew's mouth with his right hand to muffle the screams. After five seconds, he lets go of the hand. Another five seconds later, he takes his hand off Andrew's mouth. Andrew moans and hyperventilates. He falls to the ground in agony and looks up at Connor in terror.

"Yes master. Thy will be done." He stands up and runs away. Andrew figures this must be some creature Warren sent to do his bidding because Warren can't assume corporeal form. He must be upset that killing Jonathan the night before did not have its intended effect.

Connor spends the next half hour scouting. He recalls Holtz's stories of hunting Angel, and decides he needs to get himself a couple of demon lackeys. Connor knows where they hang out. And since Sunnydale has far fewer buildings than Los Angeles, it's a lot easier to find these haunts. No cavernous five-story warehouses. Just a boarded-up gas station. Connor knows to look wherever buildings have been abandoned by humans. As he gets close, he hears a television on inside. Jackpot. Connor returns to downtown Sunnydale and quickly tracks Andrew's scent. He's wandering, terrified up and down Main Street, and in and out of the alley where Connor "propositioned" him.

"You really suck at this." Andrew turns around and shivers when he sees Connor. The young man has this look, this stare, this look of cold fury that Andrew's only seen in movies. "Good thing I don't need you anymore." Andrew drops the bag.

"Here it is. Ten yards. Very sturdy. Excellent tensile strength." Connor looks in the large bag. Then he looks at Andrew. "Is that all, master?"

"Give me your coat."

"But I paid a lot of money for this coat." Connor stares at him. Andrew hands over the coat. Connor puts it on. He doesn't like how long it is in back. It's like something his father would wear, Connor thinks to himself. He tosses the coat back to Andrew.

"You're a murderer."

"I'm a victim of forces beyond my control."

"I see you again, or I find out you told anyone about me, I make you pay, murderer." Andrew turns and sprints away, tripping after twenty feet. He stands up, glances back at Connor, and takes off again. He thought he only had Buffy and Willow to be scared of.

Connor slings half the rope over one shoulder and across his body, and half over the other shoulder, like they're ammunition belts. He returns to the gas station and kicks open a metal door. Two vampires sitting on a couch look to their right, and see a thin, shadowy figure. It's not the Slayer. So it must be one of their own kind.

"You new in town?"

"You should learn to knock." Connor drops the rope on the concrete floor. Then he walks up to the black-and-white television. It's slightly larger than his. He puts his left foot through the screen.

"Knock." The vampires stand up.

"You did not just do that."

Connor laughs. "Are you guys trying to threaten me?"

"No. A threat is, don't touch my set or I'll kick your ass.' We're beyond threats."

"Good." They attack. He puts the one to his left on his back with a left uppercut, and grabs the other one's right arm when he throws a punch. He then lands two left hooks. When the first vampire gets up, Connor decks him with a right roundhouse kick. He gives the second vampire a right uppercut to the chin, knocking him down. He grabs the vampire's shirt with his left hand and lands six right windmill punches to the vampire's skull, knocking him out. The remaining vampire punches Connor in the back. He spins round and connects with the back of his left hand. The vampire makes a run for the open door. "I love this part," Connor says as he gives the vampire a head start. Then he flies through the air and tackles the vampire just before he makes it out. Connor slams the vampire's head into a steel I-beam, then lands four straight left hooks to finish him off.

When the two vampires wake up, they are both hog-tied to a two-by-four that is resting between two girders ten feet off the ground. They look at each other. Then they turn their heads to look down and see Connor smiling up at them. "What is your damage?" Clearly this boy was some sort of sicko.

"I'm going to fight Buffy. Do you want to join me?"

"Well, no. She's dangerous." He pokes them with a sharpened broom handle.

"So am I."

"If you're looking to raise a posse to try and take her down, you should know it's been done before. And it's always failed."

"I don't fail."

"Your funeral."

He pokes them some more. "And yours. If you don't help me." They realize they're damned either way. Connor leaps up, grabs the board and brings them back down to the ground. Then he unties their arms and legs. Once free, they're still too scared of Connor to try and rebel.

Spike mosies on into the Espresso Pump. In the back, a woman with an acoustic guitar sings "What If God Was One Of Us." He spots a redhead at the counter. It's Dawn's old friend Janice. He walks up to her as she gets her coffee. "I hate this bloody song."

"I kinda like it," she responds.

"Pity. I had you pegged for someone with good taste." She looks at Spike, with his killer grin and shimmering hair and twinkling eyes, and her knees quiver. High school boys were boring and predictable. Spike looked anything but.

Through the window, from across the street, Buffy can see Spike putting the moves on a young girl. Since Janice has her back to the window, Buffy can't recognize her. And she won't get a chance to. "Aiigghh!! Aiigghh!! Somebody help me!!!" Buffy hear Connor's cries for help and races down a side street to save him. Connor uses the edge of his stake to cut his right arm just below the shoulder. When Buffy becomes visible, one of the vampires puts Connor on his back with a right hook.

"Do you mind?," Buffy asks, knocking a vampire to the ground. "I was in the middle of something," she adds before throwing the other vampire into a wall. She quickly finishes off the first vampire. But no sooner does she start sparring with the second vampire than Connor steps up and snaps its neck from behind. The vampire turns to dust, revealing Connor. "Thank you." Buffy realizes something isn't right. But before she has time to react, Connor swings his right arm and pounds her in the head with a large monkey wrench. Connor lands three more blows to knock her unconscious.

"You're welcome."

When Buffy wakes up, she's in the abandoned gas station's garage. Her hands are tied to ropes that are anchored to the rafters. Her feet are tied to ropes anchored to support beams about six feet behind her. She has a large purple bruise on her forehead from the first shot she took, and the other three head shots also hurt. Before her stands a young man in jeans, a long-sleeve black t-shirt and a short-sleeve olive green t-shirt. He stares at her. "I hit you hard enough to kill a human. A demon, on the other hand - "

"Take a look in the mirror! Oh, I'm sorry. You can't." Connor steps forward and hits her right cheek with a left jab.

"I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Connor."

"And I'm Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Connor strikes her mouth with the back of his left hand.

"I'm a vampire slayer. You're nothing but a Soul-Stealing Succubi."

"Huh?" Clearly, this vampire was not playing with a full deck.