Authors note: hey everyone I know i'm not a good author. I get that all but well this and another story don't suck too bad. But what the hell is with stealing my stories? I mean this is like the last time i'm tolerating it. I post these because it's my ideas about the series. I love angel. Hell I got a tattoo of his logo. But why are people stealing parts of my stories then denying it. I give up. I'm just going to post the names and report them to fan I'm sorry if that makes me sound so mean but these words are parts of my soul. Why are you stealing my soul and passing it off as your own? The newest case of this is the person who wrote "family ties" look it up please… not hard to find and look up the previous chapter of this story notice how a few lines are almost exactly the same. I don't mind if people are inspired to write from my stories but hell don't steal lines.
Keep in mind I wrote this in like high school and that's wow 3 years ago so want any more or should I stop right now? Just don't steal these ideas or ill stop updating completely.
Without too much further bickering…. The continuation of Dusk.
Wesley walked out from behind the desk, he couldn't stand to watch the way Gunn was glaring at him every time he glanced at Fred. She was so beautiful how could someone not look? Her dark brown hair was slightly curled at the long ends like a statue of Aphrodite her hair seemed to cover just enough to keep it deceit. If he could just stop imagining her without clothes. He cleared his throat anxiously and pulled the bloody cloth Connor had worn before…before his death? Before being turned? Before what? He pushed the shirt into a mesh bag from behind the counter and looked up at Angel his eyes set in determination. I believe its time I go, ill bring some books from my apartment back and check our options" His friends eyes watched him and he shifted uncomfortably in his shoes. "Ill find whatever prophecies I can about this matter and be back within the hour." He nodded his head a bit to Gunn in respect. And then like a great lion of the sands he nodded to the lioness of the group, his Fred. Wesley stopped as a hand grabbed his arm.
Angel's fingers curled around his upper bicep his other hand held a short knife holding it edge to his palm so they could exchange. He moved closer to his old friend waiting until the British man had grabbed the handle before letting go. "You might need it" he whispered under his breath. They broke apart and Angel stepped closer to the two on the sofa, Gunn's arm now around Winifred. "We all need to be ready. If he did manage to…" he moved his hand in small circles in the air demonstrating a "ect". "We need to be prepared. Rember how vampires move" He glared down at his childe sitting not two feet from him tied to the chair. Her hair a tangled mess and dress torn with blood and dirt. "Rember they inherited traits from their sires"
Inside the casket Connor woke his eyes snapping open. He tried to feel around himself his eyes not seeing anything. His fingers slipped over grains of what he perceived to be wood. Small bits of something was pressed in at the long crease he felt. It was smooth and felt slick like oil. His arm refused to be moved more then the few inches to rest on his stomach. It was like his arms were made of steal and filled with lead. He could smell something strong in the air, the scent sticking to him driving him mad. His stomach growling for that wonderful scent. He pushed his arms grabbing hold of the oily feeling thing that hovered over his face and pulled it down tearing the silk lining. His eyes saw movement in the pitch dark and he started to claw at the grainy feeling wood beneath it catching splinters under his nails. The wood digging into his skin tearing it open making more of that beautiful scent. His stomach turned and he cramped up turning to his side bringing a hand up to cover his gut another over his mouth. Blood from his hand fell to his mouth and after the first drop he sucked hungrily at it trying to think why he was in this tight space. His primal senses had woken but his human mind was shut down. He felt another cramp this one not as bad as the first and unable to bend his knees he bit his lip willing the pain away. His canines started strengthening themselves waiting for more of a meal, as he bit his lip it went through leaving a small hole on the left side of his mouth dripping blood inside.
Angel paced back and forth ignoring the quiet humming Dru kept up. "New vamps are vulnerable. They get easily distracted"
Connor found a knitch in the casket wood pulling at it and tore skin from his fingers as he slipped his fingers in the crack pulling more down around him. His body kept trying to give in and it was like he didn't have control as he felt himself pulling at the rough surface. Something soft and wet falling down on his chest with pieces of the what smelled of cherries.
"they don't understand the world around them until shown."
The teen's hands pulled sharply pulling a large piece away his hands stinging and eyes long closed digging his way from his grave by any means he could. The only thing he knew was if he stayed in this tight space he would die.
"Some don't even make it from their graves or make it too late only to be dust by sunlight"
Dirt seeped in by the handful now it started to cover his mouth, blocking air, forcing itself in every place it could. His eyes were covered with no hopes to open them until whatever was covering him left. He clawed harder then ever his hands stinging with every movement a discussing steel like taste invading his mouth he tried to turn his head to spit and found it impossible.
Wesley let the door close quietly behind himself the dagger Angel passed to him still in his hand the handle was beautiful wood carving meant to be a two way weapon. The blade for anything demon the wood for vampires. He stuffed through the courtyard looking down sadly at Connors grave. "I'm sorry" he said to the small cross he'd had to place there on Angels orders. They would be doing a protection spell against anyone trying to steal the body tomorrow night. It was so strange Connor wouldn't be around anymore. No more play fighting with his father or going hunting as Angel hated to bring the boy with but he loved going. No more walking by the room to see the teen sulking on his bed much like his father brooding a few doors down. This boy had no clue how lucky he actually had been. After everything they went through to keep him safe and in the end it was one of Angels own children doing the poor teen in. He sat at the graves edge putting a hand on the dirt and looked alarmed as the cross not an inch from his hand fell. He plucked the small object up sticking it straight into the ground only to fall over again.
"Don't let them distract you, their strong. Even being newly risen they have strength from their sires"
Wes looked curiously at the wood and picked it up again ready to push it down when bones poked their way form the dirt. He jumped pulling back his weapon and watched the bones covered in dirt and something a bit lighter wave around in the air before finding the right direction and put its hand flat to the ground another set of bones coming up next to it. It seemed to loose whatever it was doing and Wesley's curiosity got the best of him sitting at the edge of the planter to lean over clearing dirt from the still bones. He brushed a hand accidentally and saw skin covered in dirt fallowed by the bone. He cautiously tugged on the bone to realize there was more. Shreads of skin were wrapped around the white and red. Purple skin was covered in mud sticking out of the ground next. Wes did the one thing he could think of, he took a step back from the body and screamed towards the hotel "ANGEL".
The vampires head jumped up he walked towards the door hearing the scream brushing past Fred and Gunn he looked worried. Once he reached the door he let out a curse and ran to Wesley grabbing him by the arm away from the site. "What's. Going on leave it" He saw the arms sticking out one longer then the other and a shoulder moving up and down in the dirt. He like Wesley stood there watching. Slowly creeping forward he started moving hands full away from the limbs incase it was a spell, or Wes had gone crazy. His heart jerked so many times he didn't know if he'd be happy to see his son or disgraced. Connor wouldn't want to be a vampire how would he react.
The body in question stopped moving again, the pull of sleep or something heavier pulled at his head. His limbs felt warm air, no weight not this heaviness laying on him. His lungs were being crushed under tons of something. He couldn't draw a breath he was going to die his mind screaming for him to shut up and survive. He began pulling again and managed to grab hold of something solid feeling it was warm and moved with a 'thump thump' motion. He held on tight pulling towards it knowing if he could just get there he would be safe. As his head emerged from the ground he once again laid still, dirt was spit from his mouth blood flowing with it. 'Just need to rest and you'll get out of it, you always do, fathers just made it a harder lesson this time' his mind told him. He told it shut up and looked stupefied wondering who this "father" was. The memories told him there was a man who would teach him survival in a dark place like this. 'must be another test, have to pass it or father will be mad.' He kept pulling and his strength failed him leaving him mid pull stealing all use from his body he fell into darkness.
Angel looked down stunned at the sight before him. Connor had clawed his way from his grave but as he feared Dru must have made a mistake in siring him. The boy couldn't seem to keep enough energy to get the simple task of pulling himself from the hole. He kept trying, hands reaching out even grabbing onto Wesley's arm trying to get out. But he didn't have the strength. He saw the fight leave his son for a third, then forth time and snapped out of it kneeling on the planters edge to reach over pulling dirt away from the boys body. It was like he was truly dead now. His body stopped moving the hand on Wes's went limp and slid down his arm letting go. The older vampire growled "NO" He pulled dirt away as fast as he could grabbing the uncovered arms to lift him out with. Connors head fell forward on his chest as he pulled the limp body from its grave. The shirt and jeans he had worn were torn and blood lazily flowed taking dirt with it to the ground in small plops of mud. Angel pulled him back laying the boy in his arms He watched as the mark on the side of Connors throat vanished leaving small scars making a pattern almost.
Angel hoisted him to his shoulder lifting under the teens knees with one arm and cradling him to his chest with his other. There was a shrill laugh from inside and Fred walked outside a tranquilizer gun in hand stopping in her tracks as she saw the three there. "Oh my god" she looked disgusted and pointed the nozzle of the gun towards the teen. "You dug him up? Why... angel he's gone i'm sorry this won't bring him back" Angel didn't need to stop her as Connor jerked in his hold a skeletal hand trying to touch his throat. It rose a few inches and fell to his chest. Angel reached up for him cradling the boys head in his hand stroking his dirt ridden hair back. Angel straightened up walking past her into the hotel and started heading up stairs ignoring Gunn's stare at his child.