i Own nothing. plus i have no money. so no point in sueing is there :P. well done joss whedon for creating these characters that gave us years of hoy. heres the latest chapter. i don't know if the split in perspective between Connor and Lindsey works. let me know. enjoy, review, and thanks again for reading :)
Previously in "the very last, probably, apocalypse"....
Angel attacked the earthly body of Wolfram and Hart by taking out the key members of a group known as the black thorn. His attempts however merely succeeded in annoying the senior partners. In retaliation they sent a army to deal with him, Spike, Gunn and Illyria.
Before the army could destroy our heroes, a certain girl arrived to save the day with a army of her own.
The senior partners, realising the world was sufficiently corrupted, released Draven, the strongest of the old ones, to bring about the final apocalypse, the one where the world will return to the old ones control.
Draven released the creature known simply as Fear, a being created by the senior partners to destroy Angel if he moved against them. He then proceeded to create a embodiment of Death.
Angel had for the past five years been working towards fulfilling a prophecy which stated the vampire with a soul will earn a reward of becoming human again.
Although Angel had signed his part in the prophecy away, Spike could still fulfil it. Knowing this Draven reanimated the corpse of his son, Lindsey Macdonald, to take care of the vampire.
As we rejoin the story Connor stands in front of Lindsey, while Spike lays on the floor, merely dust on the road...
Chapter Eight: After Life...
The Deeper Well, England.
A figure walked in the shadows of his new domain.
He had only been here a matter of days. He looked over the rail of the bridge, into the hole.
He could see coffins among coffins. The dead bodies of the Old Ones who had remained in this dimension.
His new attire was not to his preference, but he had little choice. He mused to himself that he looked remarkably like a reject from Van Helsing, only with far shorter hair.
It was funny to him that he should keep this place safe.
He himself was not exactly the cleanest of souls. And that he should be in charge of safe guarding the tombs of these demon kings...
It made him smile.
His life was most defiantly not what he had thought it would be. It had taken a couple of turns before, but this was by far the most unexpected.
The man looked into the pit once more.
And something was different.
He could see movement.
One of the coffins was moving.
"What..." the man whispered silently.
This was bad news. But then again that was the story of his life at present. Everything was bad news.
L.A., The United States.
Conner was understandably shaken.
A man he had met once, or rather a vampire he had met once, was dust in the air.
As Connor understood it, Spike was like his dad. He had a soul. And he was a good guy.
Which in a clean-cut world would make the man in front of him a bad guy.
If only life was this simple.
Connor looked up toward the man who had just killed Spike.
"Who are you?" He asked as he jumped to his feet.
Lindsey looked at the kid. He didn't know who he was, but Spike had attacked him.
This didn't make any sense to the ex-lawyer.
Spike was a good guy, or near enough.
Why would he be attacking the kid?
"Who are you is what I want to know?" Lindsey addressed Connor.
Connor looked at the decaying flesh of the guy in front of him.
"I'm Connor..." He tried to gauge Lindsey's reaction, but there was none.
"That supposed to impress me?" The Texan asked. "Why was he attacking you?"
Connor looked at the man. He had attacked Spike for a reason. And he obviously didn't know who he was, or Connor suspected he would be on the floor at best, dead at worst.
"Well?" Lindsey asked again.
"Well what?" Connor shouted at the man, with a slight amount of venom.
He was getting annoyed.
It was strange.
Connor could feel himself losing control, becoming the boy he once was.
Lindsey looked at the boy.
He could see he was angry.
But more.
He could feel his power.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at the boy. He was obviously more than he seemed. Lindsey wondered if his father would know him. Should he take him back to him?
Lindsey shuddered. He hated that demon. Sometimes he wished he hadn't left L.A. that day three years ago.
It was the start of the end. He had left to get away from all of this.
The demons, the lawyers, the fight. He was sick of not knowing where he fit. So he left. And he travelled. And after a few months he made his way back to his native Texas.
And it was there that he learnt everything. He was born for a reason. His mother had been impregnated with the seed of Draven.
He was to be the demons link to this mortal coil. In every generation one is born. That saying had been used about the slayer. It was also true about the spawn of Draven.
And each one had been drawn to Wolfram and Hart. Holland Manners had been the previous generations son. It was in these offspring that Draven's trapped consciousness learned of the world, and how it had changed.
It was with these offspring that Draven would be constantly in contact with the world, even if the offspring themselves would know nothing of it.
Lindsey was different though. He was a deviant.
He had rejected the law firm. He had left to find himself. And for once Draven had no direct link with Wolfram and Hart.
It was also the first time that the offspring of Draven had become aware of its true purpose.
"Who are you, kid?" Lindsey asked Connor.
Connor was starting to itch.
He felt like he was trapped in his own body.
He was going mad.
He was starting to feel like he used to.
And he knew that was a good thing. He didn't know why this was happening, only that he had to stop it. Some how. He was looking back and forth, up and down. Looking for anything that might help him.
"Are you ok, kid?" Lindsey made himself louder.
Connor flipped his head toward Lindsey.
It was him. He had been fine until he showed up.
"Kid? I asked if you were-" Connor punched Lindsey in the face.
A puff of dust erupted as he made contact. Lindsey hit the deck, out cold in one.
The itching was easing off. Connor was getting in control of himself again.
He could feel his mind easing away from its former self.
He felt in control.
He looked down at Lindsey, and the ooze which was emanating from the small hole that his fist had created in the mans face.
"Ew..." Connor shook the dust from his hand.
He remembered a talk he had had with Angel before. Before the memories. He wondered if this thing was a zombie.
He shook his head, and grabbed Lindsey.
Zombies weren't as cognitive. There was only one thing for it.
He would have to find Angel. And there was only one place to start looking...