A large filed of sand and rocks lay before him a bright red orange sky burning down. He stumbled back a few steps and ducked quickly as a bolder was thrown in front of him. His eyes didn't track where it came from, too fast. Connor looked around, for a weapon, only rocks and boulders were around. He tried lifting a boulder the size of a book and couldn't budge it. He searched the area, trying to lift different rocks that he easily should be able to only to find the only ones he could were about the size of his fist and felt like they weight a hundred pounds. He grabbed one and ran as fast as he could pushing the rock to his stomach.
Looking over his shoulder that feeling of being watched returned. He tripped, falling face first into the sand and scrambled to find his weapon. The sky over him changed to a dark blue sweeping in like it was a cloud. He looked up and ran towards the still red sky. It disappeared completely swallowed up by the dark. The ground beneath him became solid and wet. The sky broke open mud soon covered everything and his hair stuck to his face.
Twenty or so vamps surrounded him, each looking the same. Dark eyes, taller then him, more skeletal with their skin stretched tightly to their bones. They moved in and Connor found the couldn't move. Every muscle he tried wouldn't move, he was forced to look forward as they closed in for the kill. Connor watched the demons part and allow Angelus and Darla to walk up to him, holding a box with locks on it. He saw the girl that sired him walk up and open the box both Darla and Angelus held. She pulled out a small marble shaped orb the color of blood. He watched unable to turn away.
With a blink he was transported twenty feet away tied to a tree. Holtz finished the chains. He struggled and looked up a copy of his body was still as a statue where he had stood. Dru walked towards him and the marble in her hand grew, expanding. Connor saw her kiss his copies lips and it opened its mouth letting Dru feed him the sphere.
Connor fought against the ties looking as his father tightened the ropes and finished walking off without saying a word. Connor opened his mouth to scream but it was muted. He pulled and twisted desperately but the chains held. He watched as Dru kissed his copy again and its eyes turned to a horrid red, fangs long and wicked sharp fell from his mouth tearing his lip. Connor lifted his hand under the chain. Blood fell onto it as he reached up. The chains fading as his copy became less human. His lip and chin were leaking blood all over. His copy let out a low growl sounding like a cheetah and turned looking directly at him. Connor struggled with the last few chains, his copy rushing at him. IT stood in front of him in a flash. HE looked toward angel or his mom for help and found them in demon face watching his copy proudly. The mockery of himself looked down sniffing his neck. He cringed feeling his double lick his neck leaning into it. Over the imposters shoulder he could see Angelus and Darla happily hugging each other. Connor cringed again as the doubles fangs sunk into his neck taking its time to rip the skin slowly. Darla and Angelus unvamped and ran forward. Darla's hand out tears on her cheeks, Angel screamed out "NO!". The double bit into his jugular ripping it out leaving him to twitch as blood and skin fell from him spraying his twin.
AN:
yeah ya gotta put up with my bad author notes. sorry. Anyway this is the second part of my sick day massacure... hope ya all have fun enjoy the story gimme a few reviews and we'll see where it takes ya.