Disclaimer: Do I own Buffy or Angel? No I don't, which is a shame...
Author: Flaire Delacour with Faith
Title: Where there is love there is life
Spoilers: none…aside from the end of season seven.
Couples: Connor/OC, Angel/Cordy, Fred/Gunn, Spuffy and others in season 7 Buffy
Summary: While patrolling one night Connor finds a young blonde girl but there is something about him that attracts him to her. But when Connor finds out who and what she is will he still love her? Will he stay with her or follow his father's advice and let her go?
It had been a long night of Patrolling for the young man often referred to as the destroyer, though it had been one of the very rare times that his father would let him out of the Hotel the two males called home.
On his Patrols he would think about everything he had come through with his father and the few members of what his Father would often refer to as his 'family' even though there was hardly anything between the six adults aside for a desire to do the right thing. Also he would think of his mother who he had never really gotten to know. All he knew about her was that she had been a pretty blonde, his Father's Sire and had staked herself in order to give him life. But that didn't stop Connor from wishing he'd known her or wishing that she were still alive to stop his Father being too over protective when it came to the fatherly act.
Connor walked down an Alley not far from the night Club that his father's friend Lorne ran, a crossbow in his hand that Holtz had given him before He'd been given back to the Vampire. He was dressed in leather which had become a bad habit the gang had got him into and it looked kind of odd that Angel also wore the same sort of outfit only the leather jacket Connor himself wore was a black short jacket not a long black leather duster.
He looked ahead and saw a young blonde girl who looked about a year younger than him walking in his direction; he quickly backed into the shadows a technique he'd slowly learnt from his vampire of a father.
His eyes took the girl's appearance in as she passed him and he felt a sense of longing and over protectiveness for her even though he didn't know who or what she was. Though there was a part of him that said she was no way just a human.
Her long blonde hair looked like it hadn't been brushed or washed for at least two weeks and her blue eyes were filled with panic and fright though cast down at the ground. Her body language screamed a poor scared girl from the way she crossed her arms to the slow pace that she walked at. She was dressed in a pair of old baggy muddy jeans that were frayed at the ends and would have fallen down her waist if it weren't for the belt holding them firmly in place around her hips. A thin black woolen top covered her top half and she was shivering in the cold as if she hadn't been inside since she was born. Her hands were shaking the most though and every so often the girl would take a glance at a hand, shudder and then turn her gaze back to the ground. A small old Backpack was on her back giving the teenager the impression that she didn't live anywhere around here.
Connor followed her in the shadows for a few blocks making sure she didn't spot him; he felt the need to silently protect her from Demons and other Vampires though the route she was taking she seemed to be able to avoid those alone.
He watched her stop in the middle of an Alley not far from the hotel building his father owned and backed into the shadows as he heard a soft whisper immerge from her lips.
It sounded steady yet there was a slight twinge of fright and the voice made the trained Warrior's heart melt.
"I know you're there. Show yourself."
Connor paused not knowing whether or not to reveal himself to her. She was fragile and timid and he didn't want to scare her if at all possible.
"Come on. Why have you been following me the last few blocks?" asked the girl turning around and looking his direction as if she knew where he was hiding.
Connor slowly immerged from the shadows and watched the girl's gaze immediately moved away from his face as though scared to look him in the eye.