(A/N): This fik is completely diff. from the other one, huh? I kinda like this feel. But yea, side notes:

Connor refers to Holtz now as 'he'. It explains later, but I used it a lil b4 the explaination, so dont get confused. (UPDATE: It started 2 seriously annoy me writing 'HE' so I just changed it to 'he'. The meaning is still the same and I'll explain it later. My bad, sorry.)

Nothing came out of Quor-toth after Connor. Holtz died in the dimention.

Plead Plaza stands for an area filled with hookers and drug dealers pleading for money and sex. Very nasty business, I tell ya. Gyaa.

Angel DOES hav a microwave.

And no wonder Connor (in the series) starts 2 go 2 Stanford College. He was raised in a hell dimension and learned 2 READ as well as stake vamps! XO And read British squiggly lines (handwriting) at that! XD

Happy New Years and blahblah. Good times 2 u all. XP

PRECIOUS DESTRUCTION

CHAPTER 2: Hell Happy

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After they had played and jumped, mock fighting and swiftly chasing each other around, they stopped and faced one another, truly enjoying what little relaxing time they just found. But Connor soon lost his smile again, reverting to the wary frown; Angel managed to keep his delight in check, knowing full well that there was alot of work ahead still.

"I want you to know, Connor, no matter what you do and no matter what you say, I will always love you. You have to believe me. Nothing matters now but the future- OUR future. Together."

And Connor tried to understand those words, jaw set and head tilted with wonderings.

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Angel took to the roads of L.A., top down, midnight fast approaching, but let curious glances slide to the silent boy in his passenger seat. Connor had been staring straight up at the buildings since they had started driving. Angel turned his attention to the road again, keeping fast-food joints on the look-out.

Connor was leaning back towards the door, head tilted at an angle where the dark night sky was in full view. The buildings went so high up. He looked at each flying by, curiously. Most were so tall and frail looking he feared they would fall and smash him where he sat. How did they stay up for so long? How did they not sway? His head filled with curiosities and questions as his father continued to drive, Connor himself finally taking in the view of this world he was forcefully thrown into.

It was just another hell. L.A. was bigger, filled with more people and things, darkened by a night sky and brightened with a blue veil that held the sun, but it was still consumed by evil. He had seen it. There was evil all around...and it walked as if confident there was nothing to eliminate it. Quor-toth was much different, but held nothing quite as ...impressive. There was no sun and no moon, no blue sky or black night, no landmarks that touched the heavens, and nothing to tempt you with untouchable beauty.

But there was blood.

The sky was red and the ground was red, stained with its latest victims. And bodies littered the place, often half-eaten and mauled apart. Los Angeles, however showed nothing in its streets. Connor idly wondered if they had people to do that kind of cleaning...

"What are you thinking about?" Angel asked casually, looking over. Connor continued to gaze upwards.

"Why doesnt the moon burn you?"

Angel looked taken back. "I...dont know. The sunlight burns, thats all I can tell you," he grinned, trying to open up the boy more, but his kid didnt even look over, still staring straight up.

Connor frowned up at the night. Vampires were hurt by sunlight but not moonlight. Holtz had mentioned that sometime back. The sun burned and the moon shielded. That meant the moon was evil then- it worked in league with demons. The sun, however, was as righteous as 'HE' was. Holtz must have been born during the daylight. Connor must have been born at night.

"My home has no moon or sun- you would have survived there." He didnt sneer like he thought he heard in his own voice.

"Quor-toth was never your home, Connor."

"Stephen," the boy corrected calmly. "My name is Stephen."

"Quor-toth was never your home,...Stephen."

"No it wasnt," Connor mused, now letting the wind push back his hair from his face. "It was my prison. Father told me that. But God GAVE me to that prison, just like He gave me to 'him'- my father."

Angel swallowed furiously and tried to focus on driving. "Holt wasnt your-"

"Yes Father was. Father taught me everything I needed to know to get strong, even as 'he' grew weaker. Father taught me the demon world, the world of the vampires, was filled with darkness that could be destroyed, and that the human world was filled with very much the same thing except the darkness tried to hide...tried to survive. But..." He was confused and tried talking through the feeling, not caring now somebody was listening to part of his thoughts.

The vampire didnt know...

"But," he repeated, "A father wouldnt do those things to his son. And Father had a family before. I have no right to call 'him' "father" anyways. 'He' knew what I was and who I belonged to. It was all to get me strong. Father did it all to get me strong." He was still confused, but if he mulled too much, it would eventually get him to agree he was sin. Connor didnt believe himself evil. He killed evil...he couldnt kill himself. But yet he WAS evil. By blood. 'He' knew that. Thats why 'he' did those things...God told 'him' to. After all, God was also a father...

"...What did he do to you, Connor?" Angel's voice was low but entirely filled with rage as he stared ahead.

But Connor merely ignored the question, not even correcting him, gazing at the road now, watching black and a few strips of yellow whir past. "God gave me to hell to destroy," he stated in a small voice but knew the vampire hearing had picked it up.

"God wouldnt put you in a place like that."

Connor ignored the man again, deep in thought. Heaven and hell. There was nothing else aside from them- he knew of nothing else. Which one came first, he wondered. Hell surely came first- it was the first thing he remembered. Quor-toth was hell. So that meant this L.A. place was HEAVEN. But this heaven was dark too, he mused, staring now as each car on the road passed by. Heaven had been corrupted, then. That meant it was now hell. He was the Destroyer. God GAVE him to hell to destroy.

"God created me out of sin to destroy," he said softly. It must have been for atonement. If he was good, then why did God create him from demons to live among humans? He was meant to destroy. He was meant for hell. He was meant to be hurt to get stronger. It was atonement. He was created to be saved.

"Youre thinking too much, Connor." Angel was uneasy with this conversation. He chewed on his lip as he drove. "Kids shouldnt have to worry about that stuff. Not yet...No, not EVER."

"Im not a kid," Connor replied indignantly.

"Youre only 15."

"I was 7 when I first killed," the boy said slowly. Cars passed by and the strangers looked at him curiously. "I stopped being a kid then. Thats what Father said. Father said kids dont kill- they dont have blood on their hands. I did. And the blood was everywhere. Im not a kid." He heard no reply behind him.

Angel gripped the steeringwheel tightly, teeth clenched.

"Father, father, father", thats all he heard and it was seriously beginning to piss him off.

After a while, he ran a hand through his hair. "You shouldnt think too much into things," he repeated. "You did what you had to do to survive. You were trapped in a hell dimention. And you ARE still a kid."

"No," Connor disagreed softly. "Im not."

They sat in silence, Connor silently staring out the window and his father mulling over possible ways to bring back Holtz and torture him.

"MacDonalds?" The vampire asked suddenly. Connor just looked over at him, confused, so Angel took it as an affirmative. They pulled into the drive-thru and up to the order menu. "Ok, what do you want?" He smiled gently, thanking himself on changing the subject slightly.

His son looked at the menu then back at him, completely lost. "What do they have?" He asked cautiously. Angel had a flashback of just earlier that evening when the boy had asked him the same thing.

"Uhh-"

"Hello, welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?" Came a voice over the loudspeaker.

Connor's eyes went wide. "That sign just talked."

Angel leaned his head out the window. "Can you give us a minute please?" A voice called back yes and Angel turned back to his son, who was still staring wide-eyed, leaning further away.

"Its how we order food here, Connor. A person takes the order, prepares the food, then gives it to us."

"Is a person in that sign? Were they placed in there through magic? Are they being punished for something?" He reached for his seatbelt, never taking his eyes off the brightly colored fast-food menu.

"No, no, relax." He put a hand on the boy's seatbelt, halting his efforts, and frowned in hurt as Connor flinched away. He ignored it, though. "Its called technology. Its just a machine filled with wires and cords and electricity. A person wearing a microfone headpiece is at that window up there. Only their voice comes through the sign. There's nobody in there. Now what do you want?" Connor relaxed, but again, Angel got the confused look. "I mean, what did you..." He trailed off, kicking himself for being so dense. "Hell dimention, right." He muttered.

He turned back to the sign, scanning over the food. "You like meat, right?"

Connor nodded slowly, then turned his attention back out the window.

"OK." Angel ordered three hamburgers, three large fries, and one large soda, not knowing how much the kid ate. Another regret to add to the list, his mind thought darkly as they pulled up to the window.

The worker handed them their bag and drink, her smile faltering as she misunderstood Connor's dark mood for sulking. She looked to Angel, sympathetically. "Curfew is a terrible thing on the weekends, I know. I have a son around his age- 13. He hates it when I pick him up at midnight." She directed her voice to the boy, sounding cheerful. "Dont be mad at your dad. Atleast you get free food out of the deal!" Connor turned to her with a weird look.

"Thankyou." Angel smiled nervously and drove off. When they had driven a little ways, Connor turned to look at the vampire curiously.

"Whats a cure foo? And why is it terrible?"

Angel looked ahead of him, frowning. He forgot about that. He forgot about ALOT of things he would have to teach his kid, but most of them he wished the boy would never have to find out about. "Curfew. Its like... a time limit every kid has to stick by in the city. L.A. has a midnight one." Connor still looked confused. Angel sighed. "No one under the age 18 is allowed to be on the streets after midnight and before 5am without proper supervision."

Connor raised his eyebrows. Hell had a curfew? "Why not?"

"Its just a kind of law here. Its dangerous to walk the streets late at night."

"What time is it now?"

"Errr...about half after 12."

Connor blinked. "We're breaking that law now."

"No, as long as you have an adult with you, youre fine."

"What happens if you dont?"

"The police will be after you."

"The police?"

Angel looked to him. "Yeah. Remember last night? Those guys in black that invaded that motel? Those were the police. Theyre also called cops."

His son raised his eyebrows. "They shoot kids after midnight here?"

"No. No, of course not. Well,...not the GOOD cops...They'll just take them home." He looked at him again. "I dont really think you'll have to worry about the police. I've seen you run. You'll get away," he grinned. "We're both talented like that."

Connor nodded slowly, still looking mixed-up though. He stared out the window. They were silent again, Angel glad he got through one set of questions ok, and Connor tucking the information deep into his brain. This world had so many things that were foreign and that you HAD to DO and more that were just plain UNNECESSARY. He understood cars now, and jobs, and a little bit about money even though there were other different TYPES of money apparently, and hotels, but this world...this place Angel valued as HOME had so many other things that couldnt POSSIBLY be considered "useful". They were just there to CONFUSE. Both he and his father were fighters and there were vampires and demons in the world to destroy. But...why was everything else there?

Angel was currently running through a list of things they had to take care of in the morning. His son needed an ID and he needed clothes, maybe a tv or something to keep himself busy and learn from-No, scratch that, television was the DEVIL. He couldnt learn anything USEFUL from it...Angel frowned, getting way ahead of himself, as his son suddenly spoke up, pointing out the car.

"What are those people on the corners doing? And why are they lifting up there clothes? Cars are stopping them."

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Angel was complaining the whole way into the Hyperion, steering Connor down the stairs. Lorne appeared in the lobby, holding a glass of brandy, and smiling merrily. No one noticed the small scowl that graced the boy's lips suddenly as he sat down on the couch.

"Whats got your whiteys in a bunch, Angelhair?" Lorne laughed, walking up to the immortal.

Angel shot him a dirty look and said simply, "Plead Plaza."

Lorne "Oooooh"ed, giving the vampire a sympathetic look. That must have been rough. "What happened?"

"We drove away quickly." Angel stomped over to the microwave and threw in the food. He now hated L.A. And he hated HIMSELF. What kind of father would try and raise a child, who had absolutely NO knowledge of the world and all its troubles, in a city like that? Prostitutes and drug dealers littered the street corners, perverts and pedophiles drove past those street corners, and the only places remotely devoid of all that were filled with demons and blood-lusting vampires. On top of that, Wolfram & Hart lurked in the shadows watching and cults filled with human extremists roamed outside.

Angel sighed, glaring down harshly at the microwave. It had scared him greatly as he realized how naive and...INNOCENT his son was. He could handle himself in a fight, sure, but to everyday life and survival in one of the world's biggest cities? Connor didnt know about drugs, well ...not EVERYTHING, didnt know about alcohol, or child molesters, or rapists, or cults, or ...Wolfram & Hart... The kid had probably never even HEARD about sex or how evil it could lead people to be...

Angel crossed his arms, deep in thought, another frown across his features. How could you teach a child things like that in one night? That was basically all the time he had. Connor would want to go out again tomorrow and Angel had no intention of letting him go without atleast knowing alittle bit more about the world. He almost wished he could just bundle his kid up and never let him set foot outside again in the real world. He wanted to protect him and shield him from all the bad out there. Connor wouldnt know what to do when offered things or meeting people with hidden agendas. Demons were one thing but corrupt humans were entirely different. He had gone home with a heroin-addict- purely because she was human. Connor wouldnt last another day out there. He wouldnt survive...and if he DID, he'd become more warped then he already was nearing.

The vampire's thoughts again flickered to Holtz. It was obvious the man had talked alot to the kid, if not full-out stating he had brain-washed Angel's son. He had taught him to survive, maybe that was true, but only in Quor-toth. For Earth, Holtz had taught Connor only to hate. And not hate the world or the people, but hate his true father and mother, his BLOOD. There came the brain-washing bit again- Connor truly believed he was born from sin. Angel growled deep in his throat. How much bullshit had Holtz engraved into his son? That was the part Angel hated the most. He could teach Connor about the world, sure, it would take awhile probably but it was possible. However,...how could you erase and recreate something the kid FIRMLY believed- something he even FOUGHT for?

Angel had thought he was getting through behind the club...He had seen Connor smile and laugh, and they had playfully wrestled for a bit, but it was like that had suddenly disappeared just as quickly as it had come. Connor had retreated back to his brooding and wary self once he had seated himself in the convertible.

The city, he had been staring up at the city...

"Uh Angelcakes? You gonna take that out before it gets cold all over again?" Lorne's voice cut through, shaking the man out of his thoughts. Angel grabbed the food and headed back, eyes sweeping the place for Connor. He spotted the boy still seated on one of the couches, scanning the area around him.

"Where is everybody?" Angel asked Lorne, sitting down next to the boy and offering the food.

"Left for dreamland. Fred and Gunn worked late so they took a room upstairs; Groo and ...Cordelia went home just a little while ago." He sighed, waiting for a stricken look from the older man, but was shocked to find Angel smiling up at him.

"Thats good. They need the rest. She had a vision earlier, and we went out and took care of it." Angel smiled at his son as the boy quietly sipped his soda.

"So the innocent's ok then?"

This time Angel DID frown as he looked back to the green-skinned empath. "Yeah. I'll...give you the details later." He didnt want to mention Justine in front of his son. If Holtz had told Connor that he was his father, then it was probable that he had also elaborated some fairytale that the redheaded woman was also his mother. Angel had seen the way she looked at the boy. She knew. Angel had almost wanted to just leave her to her fate at that moment, revenge for her part in Connor's kidnapping,...but she was HUMAN, no matter what Angel's mind told him otherwise. He smiled back at Connor as he saw the boy start to pick at his french fries.

"Well, Im off to bed. Goodnight you all."

"Lorne, there might be extras left if youre hungry." Angel pointed to the fast food bag. Lorne just shook his head, heading up the stairs.

"Grease is not a part of my healthy diet. And you might just have to watch yourself, Angelbum. You'll start showing off the rolls if youre not careful!" He laughed and was gone.

Angel turned back to his son, ignoring the fat comments. "Like the food?" Connor nodded, still munching, and just gave him a look. Angel stared back, wracking his brain for something to say. It was so damn hard just to strike up a conversation with the kid! He had no clue what to talk about without leading to arguements and probably nothing in common, considering Connor mostly grew up in HELL while Angel lived somewhat...cozily in L.A. Well, not really cozily per say, but he had handled it rather well...Connor didnt look to be in the same boat.

Angel sighed, looking away as his son did the same. They sat in silence yet again, awkwardness ensuing all the way. Finally, Connor's eyes darted over to him before looking to the food. He noticed the vampire hadnt touched his portion at all.

"Do you eat?"

Angel followed his gaze. "Uhh I dont HAVE to, but...sometimes its nice."

"But...you have to drink blood..."

Angel swallowed nervously. "Yeah," he said simply, not looking at him.

Connor raised an eyebrow. "Did you already?"

"I...had alot this morning." In truth, he just didnt want to drink in front of the boy. He almost felt...embarrassed to. His son had expressed a deep hate in the fact he was a vampire and he didnt want the boy to look at him in a DISGUSTED way...again. The way his son viewed him was extremely important.

Connor hating him was his worst fear. And his fear had been alive merely a day ago.

"How?"

"How what?"

"How do you do it? I mean...drink? You say you dont kill-"

"I dont," the man put in firmly. "Its donated to me through a company and I just pour it in a glass each day." He was again feeling uncomfortable...and making himself SICK with his own actions as Connor looked over at him warily again.

"So you have others kill for you..." It didnt come out as a question; Connor stated it slowly.

"No. No! Its only pig's blood!" He looked over at his son, stomach flipping into knots and eyes pleading. "It comes from a slautering company. Its not human blood. I dont drink human blood." After a second, he ran a hand through his short spikey hair, sighing. "Look, lets...change the subject." Next to him, Connor nodded, looking thoughtful.

But after the boy had finished up his hamburger, stomach oddly not feeling satisfied, he looked back to his father. "So do other vampires drink pig's blood like you?" He heard the man groan, starting for the fries.

"I thought we were going to change the subject?"

"I did. We're not talking about you now." If what Angel says is true, it would mean Holtz had lied to him a majority of the years in that hell...or atleast, trained him "improperly". Vampires here didnt drink human blood? Then why did they go around attacking people? This world was becoming more confusing by the second, and he surprised himself by actually BELIEVING what the vampire before him, his FATHER, was saying. He was also a demon. Demons lied.

So...why was he believing him?

"Im the only one that drinks pig's blood...well, Im pretty sure Im the only one. I havent met every vampire here in L.A. yet, but...Yeah, all the others drink human blood. I used to, but...I was different then. I didnt have a soul. And I was evil. Every vampire is evil."

"Except you..." No, thats not what 'he' said...

"Yes." Angel smiled now, seeing his words slowly sink in. Connor continued to munch on the rest of his fries, lost in thought.

"There...were no vampires in Quor-toth," he finally said.

"Really?" Angel had kind of figured that. Before, in the club, Connor had asked him to let him finally stake one.

Connor nodded. "Father told me what to do, though. Father trained me for them."

Angel looked at him curiously. "Why would he train you for them if they didnt even exist there?" Did Holtz know? Did he somehow predict that Connor would escape one day to L.A.? Connor was also curious about this. He stayed silent. Angel switched tactics, curiousity growing.

"So what exactly was in Quor-toth?"

"Demons," the boy answered simply.

"Thats it?"

"And...a few humans..."

"Humans?" Angel leaned foreward, inwardly happy his son was finally opening up to him.

Connor nodded. "There were a few- not as many as here, but..." He stared off into space. "There were a few." Angel waited patiently for him to continue as the boy shifted uneasily on the couch. "They stuck together and knew magic." He scowled, remembering. "Blood magic. They were evil." His gaze flitted over to his father. "Like everybody here is, but they were...MORE evil."

"Connor, not everyone here is evil. ALOT are," Angel nodded, not wanting to lie and have his son trust everybody he met, "but not everybody. You just have to know the right people."

"No, youre wrong."

"Connor, listen to me-"

"No!" He was done listening to that! He had been in this world for only one day and he had seen how tainted and corrupt the people were. "Theyre evil! You have too much faith in them, dad!" He glared, agony shining through. "Theyre evil and...and...WRONG," he whispered. Sunny had been nice but now she was dead- people had even helped to kill her...and she hadnt fought back. She was weak and...wrong.

Angel looked at him, pure emotion swirling in his eyes before he reached foreward, grabbing his tormented son by the shoulders, and crushing him to his chest. Connor's eyes grew wide in surprise at the action, before struggling free and jumping up, cheeks stained red and fists clenched.

"Do-Dont touch me!" He backed away, bumping into the coffee table.

Angel jumped up also, hands out reaching for his son, eyes alarmed. "Connor! Please, just-!"

"No!" He backed away even further, moving around the table and heading for the door. Angel watched him the entire way, staying still, not wanting to scare the boy further. But...why WAS he so scared?

"Just...dont." As Connor walked up the front steps, nearing the door, he seemed to calm down a bit, hesitantly looking back at the vampire. "I-I...have to go," he choked out.

Angel still didnt make any movement foreward. "Where?" He asked quietly, eyes looking lost. His son was leaving him again. He didnt think he could take it this time. He needed him. Needed him SO BADLY it hurt.

"I have a place," was the soft reply.

"You have no money..."

"I...have a little left." He still had most of the money from Sunny. Her DRUG money. He wouldnt have even TOUCHED it if he didnt need it to live in this world.

"Please stay," Angel pleaded, taking a step foreward, hands out before him to show there was no harm. "There are alot of rooms here and everything's free." His tone grew desperate as Connor stepped back again. "I'll get you food an-and clothes and everything else you need...Anything you WANT, son. Anything at all. Just name it and its yours!" He tried stepping foreward again, relieved as his son just gazed back, not moving. "Just please...Please dont leave. Not again..."

Connor watched him warily, eyes darting to and from the door, like it was an escape route. Angel's gaze also flickered to the door nervously before landing back onto his son. "Please son..." Angel finally had an idea. A plan.

"Ok, I-I'll make a deal with you." Angel watched as Connor's eyebrows furrowed. "One night. Just stay for one night. If...If its not for you and you dont like it here...with me, then you can leave by morning." He looked at the boy eagerly for confirmation. "Is it a deal?"

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(A/N): YAY! I luv this chap! XD Connor's SO KOOL! XP R&R if u wanna.