Disclaimer:Nothing is mine. You've seen it all already. See first chapter.
A/N: Sorry I've been a little late. We lost the internet connection, and I just got it back about fifteen minutes ago. Stupid change in IP address. Hope this is to your liking. I've been writing more, and I have another two chapters lined up. I'll update soon. Thanks for the reviews. -Ash
Angelus, Master vampire, my Father, was sitting in his throne of a chair in barely suppressed anger. A day had passed since the prophesy had been completed. I had heard nothing of Dawn. But since that night, things had been hectic at court, and my Father would not allow me to leave.
When I had told them how Vail, the red demon, had captured me by drugging me, then had told me it was my time to complete my prophesy, you could imagine the fury my parents were in. They did not like how I had been tricked and controlled. They also did not like the extensive damage done to me. I remember last night. My Mother sat at her chair with my Father, her cold features seemed would have frozen Vail, and gave a new meaning to 'if looks could kill'. It's the face that says you would kill a person slowly, brutally, and still have that calm face on. My Father seemed to just grow angrier. If he were alive, he would probably one of those men that turned red, or possibly purple.
Now my Father was actually speaking, and the room stood at attention. "What Vail has done was an offence to me. He cannot be trusted. Connor, you're going with me to Wolfram and Hart. There are a few things I should make clear with them. While I am gone, prepare the house to leave." He looked to my mother, who looked back with understanding. "We're leaving to Italy." He turned to me. "As for the girl, she will be dealt with later. But until I give the word, you are to abstain all contact with her. Understand?" It was the hardest thing I have had to agree to in my life, but I gulped and nodded weakly. To question my Father is suicide.
My Mother nods at me when I look into her piercing eyes. I hope no one walks into this room now, requesting her audiene. Especially Spike. She might stake him. And I like Spike.
There is a limousine waiting for us outside with those special tinted windows. It is almost the evening now, but there are still rays of light that could be harmful to my Father. As we sat inside, across from each other, he took a bottle of fresh blood from the mini fridge, and poured it into a wine glass. I sat still, watching him as he watched me.
When we arrived at Wolfram and Hart, my Father stepped out first, and I followed. It was a bit Darker now. In the office, he headed straight towards the elevator, me following. He ignored all the people's greetings. The look on his face yelled danger, and people stayed a few feet away. I would have as well, but I knew what he was really mad at, or rather who.
We arrived on a floor. He opened a door with a special key he produced.
And around the table there were gathered some of the most powerful demons I have either read or heard about. One of them was Vail. There was a circle in the middle of the table, I noticed. A circle, and black thorns. Before I could come to the realization in my head, my Father spoke, sitting.
"The Circle of the Black thorn, a brotherhood of the most powerful rulers of the underworld, demon world, and even human world. It is sacred in which none have secret motives from eachother, and do not betray the oath of certain trust.
"But one of you has failed to maintain that." He looked directly at Vail. "You kidnapped MY son, my heir, and put him in danger, for your personal use. You tricked him, and I take that personally. As an offence to me." The members of the thorn looked worried. And I knew why. Father looked like he was about to massacre the lot of them. He swept them all with his fierce glare.
"As of this moment, I officially withdraw myself from the process of joining this brotherhood." He stood quiet for a moment, and I watched as the powerful members of the group seemed to take it in, with grave faces. I knew the black thorn was powerful. I had read of it in books. That was why my Father has remained here for so long, I realized. He was being inducted this entire time. With my Father, it was always about power.
But I also realized now, he didn't need them. He can afford to offend anyone, they can't. He held more power than they did. And it was at that moment that I realized the true power I would one day come to have. And it both made me frightened... and anticipated.
"Vail, if you ever come near my blood again, there won't be a spell in the world that will save you from my wrath." He looked upon all of them with disgust, and stood. "You sicken me." He said, then turned to me. "Come, Connor, we're finished here."
I nodded solemnly, and followed.
In the limousine, my Father offered me some wine, which I took. "Father, might I request something before we arrive to the building?"
My Father turned to me, eyeing me. "And what would that request be?"
"That we make a simple five minute stop at the Hospital." I saw his jaw clench.
"To see the slayer's sister?"
"To see Dawn." I clarified. She wasn't the slayer's sister to me.
"Connor, do you understand I saw your consorting with her behind my back as betrayal?"
"Father, if I may speak freely, you loved the slayer, and I love her sister."
"What would you know of love, you're a mere boy."
"Someone would say the same of you, because you've no soul. But I understand that is not true. Father, I have loved her. She was ready to die for me so I would live. And I would gladly do the same for her, just as you would mother." My voice was rising as I spoke with passion and intensity I did not know I had.
"I will not discuss this with you. They are different matters." These past two days I have been discovering strengths I did not think I had. And now was once again one of those times.
"You will discuss this with me. I wish to visit simply to see if she is alive. You know that I would never betray you, Father. I hold still to that oath. She is the one I choose, though. If I were turned tomorrow, I would turn her as my mate." And right when I said that, he seemed to look at me differently.
His dark eyes glimmered. He seemed to consider something. Then he curtly nodded, and called his driver through his cellphone, and we were suddenly turning. It stopped soon.
"Ten minutes." He warned. I nodded, and sped through the doors, following her scent. Visiting hours were over, but I needed to see her.
I saw her lying on the hospital bed, sleeping. She was hooked to an IV. She looked so peaceful sleeping. I wish I could have waked her. But I knew the state she was in. A coma that she was less likely to wake up from every passing moment.
I just stood there watching her pale form take even breaths, though they were shallow. I saw a little notepad by her bedside. I wanted her to know I had been here, in case she woke up, and I was in Italy.
I thought a moment about what I would write. Then I wrote in neat bold script I will always love you. I'll be in touch. Will you still be my girl? –C.
I placed it in a place I knew her family wouldn't see every day, in the middle of her breast, right in front of her heart. When she woke up, she would see it, and not be in doubt.
Yes, when she woke. I would not consider anything else as an option. I realized my time was running out. We would be leaving to Italy soon. I would be leaving my love behind, but I know that many things are to be moving soon. The prophesy was fulfilled, and that was the herald for my Father.
I would be training from now on directly at my Father's side, as he taught me how I will rule, as he prepared me to step in for him. LA had been a nice vacation, but I was no longer a child. I would come back for Dawn, but not for some time.
I lay a chaste kiss on her forehead, and for a moment, I feel her stir. But it is momentary, she's still in her comatose state. I look on. I think: I could ask my Father to turn her now. But aside from the fact that I do not think he would agree to it, I would not either. While she may be dying I would not allowed her to be turned by anyone else but me. I turly pity the vampire that seeks to touch her.
After touching her cheek once more, I rush out, and I am at the car door. The chauffer opens it for me, and I step in. I nod curtly to my Father. My Face is identical to his. A mask, unreadable, hiding every stirred emotion inside. It's business from here on out.