Chapter 3: Whose child is this?

The rude sound of his hand pinning to a wall echoed in the corridor. Strong manly hands blocking that little piece of woman.

- "I need to see you in my office right now!" He gritted angry, at this moment vamp face or not you could see how he looked when the demon inside him was on top. The woman, known as Eve, sighed then adjusted her clothes walking toward his office, lightly. She sat, crossing her thin legs, a smile across the face. Angel closed the door and looked her. No time to play 20 questions, she knew.

- "Well?" she asked. "What is that about?"

- "You know what it is about. What is going on? How 8 kids die in the city where Connor lives and how two weeks ago when he comes on a little trip to LA another of these kids dies? I may be megalo seeing a link there but well"

- "We heard about that, we don't know yet. The all Jasmine story screwed a little our researches. There may be a link or this is just a reaction without real purpose. He's the son of two vampires, its kindda symbolic; it could attract all kind of magic phenomenon but without being all prophetic or apocalyptic. Just a reaction to the abnormal."

- "Oh really?! Well, we have to figure it out soon, I don't want it to be some horrible presage. That could affect him, or bring things up."

- "It's up to you. We don't think there's a real menace here except for the boy. It sure was foreseeable, hide something like him isn't really easy. You should put him under surveillance and wait something more consistent to happen." On that she left the office. Angel was thoughtful, worried. He couldn't get through what could bring this story…He really was scared. He sighed and closed his eyes letting the stress go away.

- "Who's Connor?" A voice asked cutting the silence. Angel made a jump.

- "For…Spike!!! What the hell are you doing here!!? You…" He took a big breathe.

- "Who's Connor?"

- "No one you need to know. Get the hell out of here!!" Angel was pissed, well he was pissed long time before Spike spying.

- "Ah…Angel, Angel…See that's the thing, Im a ghost, you can't order me anything since you don't have any hold on me…"

- "I still have the amulet"

- "Oh. Yeah…right. Im gone, but I will be back!"

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             - "Connor! Don't walk so close of the road!!" Connor's uncle screamed.

            - "Im not a baby" Connor grumbled. He was so out of things. He should be happy to be in LA, on vacation with his friends, well his uncle too since the accident. No need to think about it. Connor was tired, he hated the afternoon, he really preferred evenings or nights. He would've preferred to go to New York or Paris. All the nights up, the crowded streets till dawn. So, first he hated the beach, second he hated the sun, third he hated all those tanned toothpaste smile people, so why come to LA…well he was wondering. "Im going back" he said heading to the path of the hotel.

       - "Okay" the others just nodded too happy to get rid of him to try him to stay. He kindda had ruined the trip for everybody always whining about it and being all sarcastic.

He was walking, hands in pockets as usual. He wasn't thinking, or anything, and little by little he heard this little song in his head. He didn't know what it was but it was cute and soothing. He surely had heard it on TV or radio. Whatever… he entered the building and went to his room, shutting the door. He put himself to bed and rocked by the lullaby he fell asleep.