He burried his son with the sun setting low on the courtyard. The light burning brightly as shadows cast on the childs corpse. All attemps to wake him had failed and as a last resort Angel slit his jugular and held connors mouth open to the vein. Angel and wes cleaned his body, wiping blood from his eyes and whay ever hadnt gotten down the teens throat. Wes pulled a clean black shirt over Connors wirey frame and gently bent his arms to rest on his chest, allowing a peaceful calm look. They all assembled in the court yard, Angel morbidly decided to rip a tree from the middle centermost planter, almost impailing himself in the process, he dug a few more feet down and set about prepairing his only son's grave. The greif and angst was rising as angel set to Connor. Gunn ran off returning latter that night with a coffin. when questioned about where he got it he replied "cant burry him in a tarp can we". Fred stood over a half drugged Drusilla, a tranq gun in hand, Dru tied to a chair and Gunn at her side as a third precaution. wesley stood over Connors body sadly looking on as Angel lifted his body into a freshly stolden coffin. He looked down, none of this was right, Connor shouldn't have died so early, he himself died before ever reaching full adulthood but he was given a new life. "i could have saved him" he reached tilting Connors head forward and soothed his hair down then leaned and gently kissed the forheads lovingly.
Connors head fell to the side the marks from Dru showing all to visably for Angel. Dru struggled loudly yelling trying to get lose as Angel and Wes closed the casket and lowered Connor into the earth. Angel grabbed a handful of dirty, squeezed it tightly in his fist and let it fall ontop the cherry wood. Wes grabbed a smaller handful and let the dirt slip between his fingers, he motioned for Fred to come forward. She walked up and wes placed a small handful of dirt in her hand, she smiled for less then half a second kissed the back of her hand and let the dirt fall. Gunn was lext letting it drop and turned walking back to dru. Angel fallowed for a second, they thought he was going inside the hotel untill he pulled Dru up by her bound hands and pulled her up to the grave reaching down picking a handful up and letting it drop on drus hands. she held it looking up and then let it fall on the casket not seeming to care at all. She sat on the brick of the planter and looked down muttering to herself, Angel reached over grabbing the shovel and covered the casket with a few good shovels full almost covering the semi shallow grave. He sat next to Dru and put his hand on the grave closeing his eyes to think. This was his solace. he sat at the grave thinking, rembering, anything about Connor. And no matter how hard he tried all his thought ended in the eery calm way Connor looked the night he found him.
He leaned over sadly kissing hte small cross Wesley had placed on Connors grave and pulled back slowly, his lips slightly burnt. He walked sadly into the hotel and leaned against the front counter looking up and grabbing a tissue, presssing it to his bloody lip. "get everyone down here"
Half a hour latter everyone, except queen Cordy was downstairs. cordellia had "important business" in sunnydale, Angel sent her to tell Buffy about the vamp problem in town, she agreeed and instead of picking up a phone she got into angel car driving off for a shopping trip. Angel leaned against the desk his arms crossed over his chest. Almost everyone he was looking at wore some kind of black mourning connor. Fred sat at the circular couch her arms folded on the top and her head tilted to rest on it. Gunn sat next to her holding a wicked sharp hubcap axe (his favorite) and Wes was behind the counter glancing up every few minutes to look at Fred. "i think connor was sired" Everyone looked up Fred sitting straight up and putting a hand over her mouth. "Dru feed from him, i saw the .." his voice broke slightly and he had to rub his eyes trying to calm down "i saw marks on his throat, it looked like she bit him more then once" Gunn ran his hand over the axes blade polishing it with his shirt sleve. "so the brat was a snack to her" Angel glared at him for a second at the comment and sounded more angry then hurt. "she dosent know how to sire correctly, she proably kept trying untill we found him." Wes looked up "what about spike? she sired him didnt she?" Angel nodded his head, "but darla and i... angelus had to help her she kept trying to bite him he wouldnt have risen". They stayed in silence thinking the worst, Connor either was sired and doomed to be a vampire, or he was tortured by Drus bites untill he died. Angel looked the group over "we have to be ready, i dont think he will rise but be preaired if he dose". The small girl looked ready to cry, she leaned into gunns hold and let him hold her back. Wes walked out from behind the desk, "i belive its time i go, ill bring some books from my apartment back and check our options" angel looked at him confused as he walked out of the hotel into the courtyard.
Inside the casket...
Authors note: i am so sorry i didnt update serously thought try tying infront of like 30 people.. plus im paraniod so that creeped me out, ill update again soon and thanks for whoever sent me the last review you so made my day this update is for you. i wish you would have sent a name. if anyone has any problems with this or any other chapters tell me, ill try to fix spelling and stuff but i still need a watcher to read my stories.