Disclaimer: Angel does not belong to me…but I could dream right? "Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ral That's an Irish lullaby" was taken from Mama Lisa's World.
Epilogue
"I know you….dad?"
Connor whispered eyes unfocused. He reached up and brushed a bloody tear from Angel's cheek. He knew this man. He didn't know how or from where but he knew him.
He was scared.
The man that was holding him…this dad made him feel safe.
…safe from what?
The man-dad- there's that word again. What…who is dad?
It was cold and he felt numb. He was drifting….
He felt the arms tighten around him and the man buried his head into his hair. Connor shifted and a felt a sharp pain in his stomach. It took him a moment to catch his breath.
"I'm so sorry Connor." Angel choked out.
He had finally gotten his son back and now he will lose him again. He pulled back and stared into unfocused baby blues. Had the situation been different he probably would have been overwhelmed by the smell of the miracle child's blood. Had the situation been different his child wouldn't have been dying.
He kissed the boy's forehead. "You have to go now, Connor."
He had to do this. He had to let Connor go. He had to save the world.
Or,,, he could always say to hell with the earth.
He had to let Connor go.
"Go? Was I bad?" His poor son was confused,
"No…never."
Connor was trembling. Angel took off his jacket and wrapped it around him.
"Will it hurt?" Angel glanced at the portal.
Black…evil. Tentacles of energy were reaching out towards Connor.
His son.
"…no. Just-just close your eyes and everything will be fine." He stood with Connor in his arms and hugged him closer. He was never much of a singer.
Over in Killarney,
Many years ago,
Me mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good ould Irish way,
And I'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
He walked towards the thing that was about to take his child away. Never had he wished more than now that he didn't care about humanity. Fate was a bitch. He was given Connor as a reward-an acknowledgement of his deeds.
…a portal was going to take him away again.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Hush, now don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
That's an Irish lullaby.
It was reaching for him. It wrapped it's tentacles around Connor and started to pull him away from Angel. Connor had his eyes closed.
For a moment it looked as though Angel would pull Connor away.
For a moment Angel really wanted to.
Angel let his son go for the second time.
The first time to save Connor from himself.
The second time to save the world from him.
He watched as Connor was drawn closer to the dark abyss. Connor arched his back and his mouth opened in silent scream-eyes still closed.
Considering everything that they had been through, you would think that giving up his son would be dramatic. The whole thing was so anti-climatic. After the portal sucked Connor in every thing just seemed fold into it-self, if that makes any sense.
Angel dropped to his knees and howled. For once both Angel and his demon were in prefect harmony…howling the lost of his human child.
The remaining occupants of the room flinched at the sound Angel made.
The heartbreak and anger…
Spike threw his head back and gave an answering howl, his demon reacting to his Sire's agony.
Buffy walked towards Angel, hoping to calm him. Wesley stopped her before she could get herself ripped apart by her grieving ex.
Wesley urged the Slayers and their Watchers to leave. With everything that happened he doubted that Angel would take kindly to their lingering presences. He wasn't even sure is Gunn, Lorne, Fred, and himself were safe.
Spike knelt next to his Sire and hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder. For the first time in decades he would treat Angel as a Childe would his Sire.
Spike gave him a comforting growl.
Angel continued to howl.
From above Cordelia sighed. Even with advance warnings and interference they still weren't able to stop the ritual before it started.
It sucked.
She glanced at the blue-eyed former vampire beside her. Who would have thought Darla could look so devastated.
"He shouldn't have to deal with this. Neither Angel nor Connor deserved this."
Darla reached out to the image of her former Childe, as if to give comfort.
"They shouldn't but life sucks. He made the right choice though."
"The right choice yes, but I don't think he cares. If the Powers want him as a Champion this will definitely change his mind." Darla turned away from the image.
"Can Connor survive this? My beautiful baby boy…can he survive Hell?"
Cordelia frowned. Connor was strong but…
"It will either make him or break him. After this we'll find out what Connor really is; the Destroyer of Man or the Destroyer of Demons"
Cordelia's POV
You're probably wondering what's going on. Well you see it started a month ago. After Connor was placed with the Reilly's and Spike showed up at Wolfram and Hart. We should have known that after the First got so close to bringing hell on earth that someone else would try.
And who better to use than the Destroyer…
A/N: I wanted to true a story by writing the end first then the beginning. For any one waiting for To Forgive or Not to Forgive, I know it's been along time and I apologize. I had a serious writers block. I'm hoping to post the next chapter for it by Tuesday or Wednesday. I hope you like!