Thanks For reading. this is my favourate of the chapters so far. hope you enjoy it also. once again i own none of these characters, except for draven and fear. and fear isn't exactly my creation. thanks for reviewing, and keep it up; its the only way i'll learn.

Chapter Five: Questions and Answers

Spike and Angel were holding ice packs to their heads. They scowled at the Immortal.

"Bastard," Spike remarked.

"With his 'I can only heal those who I truly love' crap. That was such a line," Angel added.

Faith was behind the vampires. She and Wood had arrived about an hour ago, roughly two hours after this latest attack. They had luckily been in the area. They were heading for Disneyland before the Apocalypse. That just about figured, Faith had thought. Happiest place on earth was where she was heading, and instead she had arrived at the crappiest.

"So what do you know Immortal?" asked Angel as he stood up for the first time in about an hour. When the pain returned to his legs he realised why he had sat down. He couldn't sit down again however. He had to remain strong for his troops. "Who was that who attacked us?"

The Immoral sighed and looked at Buffy. "It was a demon named Draven,"

"Just a demon?" Spike asked. "He seemed slightly more than a demon," he rubbed his face in time with the last statement.

"You are correct William," The Immortal admitted. "He is the last one,"

Angel looked around at everyone. They all looked as clueless as he was. "What does that mean?"

"He was the one who removed the Old Ones from this world." The Immortal answered.

"What?" asked Willow, slightly shocked. "If that's the case, why has he only just showed up?"

"Draven was the strongest of the old ones. It was put to him to create a world where the old ones could reign again. You see the seed of humanity was sewn in the world, and thus had made it a weak reality. One not strong enough to sustain the old ones any longer. Draven knew that this was the beginning of the end. He decided it was up to him to save the old ones who still lived. To them he was a hero. He created the Quor-toth, the darkest of the dark worlds as a safe haven from what he knew would eventually be a race that could challenge demon kind."

Angel shuddered. His son had been in the Quor-toth for most of his adolescent life. It was a name that not many would say easily.

"Why not just destroy humanity while it was young, wipe out the threat before it is one?" asked Wood.

"The old ones were not the only ones to exist in this world. Another race also existed. Their name however has been forgotten. When I came into existence they were simply referred to as the Powers That Be..."

Another name that shook Angel. Everything seemed to be connected. His whole life really did seem pre-ordained to be how it had turned out.

"...It was they who placed a protection over humanity. Over me. I am the first of humanity. Immortal. The powers that be made it so that the race could not be harmed until they were sufficiently impure, sufficiently damned. This is where Draven created his ultimate plan. The Wolf, The Ram and The Hart. Three of the old ones..."

"Youths in my age. I looked down on them with disrespect," Illyria informed the crowd.

"Indeed, it was in these old ones that Draven found his ultimate plan. He united them, joined them together, not physically but spiritually. He also left enough wordings about the three in order for humanity to learn about them. From the Quor-toth their power spread. Their influence spread through the demon dimensions, but their one true goal remained: to take the purity from man."

This was inline with everything that Angel knew of the Senior Partners. The home office was earth. They had spread to other worlds.

"This occurred with one single act; a birth. A child, born of two vampires."

Every one looked around. "No, you see that isn't possible." Giles tried to reason.

"It is," Angel stopped them. They turned to him. "My son. He's the cause of all this?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that is the case Angel. You're son was created in order to allow the Demon known as Jasmine to return to the world, something she couldn't do while humanity had a chance of redemption. The impure birth created a child of man from evil. And so came forth Jasmine. She was to enslave the world. To remove the humans slowly, but surely. To allow for the Old Ones return."

"If you knew this, why didn't you tell me?" asked Buffy.

"I believed the Apocalypse to be avoided. Angel defeated the creature. And all was well. If the humans remained then the Old Ones could not return. It appears however that Connor's birth was enough to almost certainly wreck humanities chances. Draven's arrival has proved this."

"My son is the reason the world is ending..." Angel couldn't believe it. Connor. It always came back to Connor.

"And I don't get that," asked Xander "How could you have a son, and us not know? Who was the mother?"

"Darla was the mother. He was born two years ago, and he's eighteen. He lived in the Quor-toth for a few weeks and that sped up his ageing. Willow met him last year, so did Faith. But I had a spell cast when I took over Wolfram and Hart. Well, the spell was the reason I took over Wolfram and Hart." Angel explained, in a hurried rushed yay. He didn't like the way Xander was using that tone when talking about his son. "It removed any memory of Connor from the world. But a few months ago Wesley and Illyria re-gained those memories when they were exposed to a device which returned their memories to how they were originally."

The gang were silent. Buffy stood in disbelief. Angel was a dad. And his son was the cause of the Apocalypse. It never rained, but it poured.

"I have a uncle?" Spike asked, "I mean in general terms? I mean you directly created Dru and this, Connor? So he'd be my uncle right?"

"Shut up Spike!" Faith and Buffy shouted. The vampire held up his hands.

"But what does Draven directly have to do with the senior partners?" asked Willow.

"If the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart are the senior partners as you refer to them, then Draven is the founder of Wolfram and Hart. It is because of him they exist. They are here to devoid the world of purity. To create a world strong enough to be returned to the old ones. It is because of this worlds humanity that the soldiers of evil were weak in their return." The Immortal paused. "Humanity is sufficiently corrupt to allow Draven's return, and eventually if it continues down this path, then the soldiers will get stronger. Right now they are weaker because humanity has a slight chance of survival. I however do not hold those answers. We must go elsewhere to find those."

Angel looked up. "Where?" the vampire asked. "England, to the deeper well," the Immortal replied.

"But Drogyn is dead, so what will we find there?" Spike interrupted.

"The new keeper of the well," The Immortal answered, "It is he who will allow us a chance to save this world. Angel will need to face three tasks, as will the boy..."

Angel looked up "Connor?"

The Immortal looked at Angel "Yes,"

In a half destroyed room, a body lay on the floor.

Blood was on the floor.

It had been days since life had passed through the body of Lindsey MacDonald.

But he could see again. He was looking into the world. He could move. He could walk. His heart was silent. His blood didn't pump. But he was back.

His skin was already peeling, and cracking, but that didn't matter. He would find Eve, and she would help him.

A flash of light and Draven appeared in front of Lindsey.

"Hello Lindsey,"

"You! Why are you here?" Lindsey was shocked, almost afraid to see the demon.

Draven took a breath and feigned shock. "Is that any way to react to your father?"