The only free days …. Are when you're sick or dead.))
Angel finished Connors hands, gently washing the dirt off shreds of skin. He pulled the skin down covering his bones and muscles. Angel wiped alcohol over his sons hands and sewed them closed with the first aid kit Fred brought by. He medical taped it covering the worst of the damage. His hands were almost completely destroyed. If they managed to heal there was a chance he wouldn't loose them. Angel leaned over with a small sigh scooping the teen into his arm, he carried Connor back into bed and cuffed his arms to the bedpost as far apart as possible. Wincing as the cuff pulled back some of the bandages and started to lazily bleed again. Angel tied his legs down with another pair of cuffs and leaned down to kiss Connors forehead. He felt him move, and moved back knowing a storm would be coming. The blue eyes looked up like frozen flames, gazing into angels face.
Angel rubbed the boys cheek and sat at the edge of the bed waiting the furry. As Connor tried to sit up and was quickly stopped by the chains. He turned to face angel a mixture of anger and shock. His voice sounded tired "why am I still here". It didn't sound like a question more wonder why he wasn't dead.
The vampire looked down at him no readable emotion coming off him, turning so the boy was to his side. He reached out a hand to put over Connors knee rubbing a few times in a comforting gesture. Connor turned his head as far away as he could looking discussed with himself. "I need to eat". His father nodded patting once more before getting up. He closed the door seeing the boys eyes droop closed.
When he returned latter the boy was still sleeping, head fallen to the side hands limp in the cuffs. Angel took his spot back at the boys side and poured blood from the jar be brought into a cup, setting the jar down and lifted the teens chin turning it so he could feed his son.
Connors eyes were closed, dark lashes touching his pale skin, black verses white with red running down the corners. Angel quickly set the cup down touching the lines of red around his cheeks. Blood. Blood was seeping from Connors eyes. He lifted one lid with the pad of his thumb and hoped it was a mistake. The eye was a bright golden color, almost metallic gold with red streaks shooting to the cat eye iris. The rest of his eye was normal, no blood or cuts in the socket. Angel let him close his eye and sat there stunned. He had cried blood. Vampires don't cry blood. He felt sick to his stomach having a terrible feeling he knew what Dru did. She drained all Connors human blood leaving only his body, the body two vampires made, to be filled with Dru's demonic blood as he was sired.
He shook the boy awake getting a quiet groan and lifted the mug to his lips. Connor looking shammed as he drank, his eyes flashed to the red cat iris before going back to normal. Gulping down the blood as fast as his father provided it. When the cup was empty Connor closed his eyes hoping his father would just leave. He knew that wasn't the case when the felt his cheek being stroked a few times. He scrunched his eyes closed turning away. Trying to control his hate. "go away".
The bed shifted and the door squeaked as it closed, before Connor opened his eyes. He could taste the blood strongly in his mouth, licking his lip. It was better then the richest chocolate he'd ever had, sweeter then the nectar. His head fell to the side again and he closed his eyes tight trying to get rid of the memory of Dru making him feed from the blond girl, the same sweet taste he'd had before. In the crypt, with the spiders, and rats all scurrying over him as they thought he slept.
Everything became fuzzy, like he wasn't in control. He knew what it was and it angered him beyond anything. He hated himself, hated the girl who sired him, hated the demon be could feel trying to control him. The thing yelling at him to keep drinking.
He looked up, eyes feeling to heavy, they rolled up to the chains holding him. Something pulled on his hands and in a daze he saw his own arms trying to pull off the cuffs. He trued to make them stop and his eyes widened with the realization he didn't have control of his body. He glared upward his mind fuzzy, clouded. The demon in him still struggling with the chains and Connor felt like someone was watching him, next to him, listening. He turned his head the other way, getting a feeling whatever it was, was on his opposite side. He looked up at the ceiling growling loudly. Sounding more primal then he'd ever before. His eyes slid closed the fuzz leaving him tired. His mind allowed him to rest a moment and just as he started slipping into sleep.
so im sick thats why you get a update.. actually two because i have nothing better to do then type all day. rember this is the junk i wrote back in high school so thats a few years back. hope your not bored yet. Bye connorassassin