(A/N): .../joins Angel in the bawling/...
7 DAYS OF INNOCENCE- Death
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Wesley's eyes started to flutter as he was still being held within a green demon's grasp, and upon sustaining his own footing and consciousness fully aware, he grew confused for a moment as the creature stepped away, eyes fixed to the scene in front of him, then alert as he realized what had happened.
He had been attacked and knocked in the back of the head when walking into the hotel and seeing his friends in similar states.
Now comprehending this, he searched out the others and saw them as well staring at something he had not yet turned to see himself, but when noticing no one was fighting anymore and everything seemed to be frozen into stillness, his eyes finally fell upon a horrified vampire that was still being held in place by two suited things.
Angel wasnt fighting.
Angel wasnt yelling.
Angel wasnt even moving.
And then Wes saw why. It was plain to see why when his gaze rested on Angel's miraculous child.
Linwood finally reached up slowly with one arm to wipe blood from his eye, his other hand letting go of the stake that was still embedded deeply into Connor's body, just below his heart.
"I wouldve missed," the W&H employee said slowly, almost to himself, as he looked at the redness now smeared across his fingers. Completely disregarding his intended victim, his eyes bore into the infamous Miracle Child now directly in front of him, staring back angrily and bravely. "Why didnt you just push me to the side? We couldve worked something out. It didnt have to come to this, Stephen." Angel still wouldve died by his hands, satisfaction would have been his, but he had planned to deliver Angel's son to the firm himself.
"I told you," Connor winced from pain at even speaking, but then again pain was nothing- his resilience had been perfected in hell, after all, and for the fact his voice came out weaker than he wouldve liked at that moment, "It's Connor." He then reached up, ignoring the blazing hot flash of hurt racing through his chest as well as his father's gasps of shock at what had been done, and gripped the thick piece of wood tightly, all the while inching his arm forward, trying to push away the oncoming lethargy of his choice, and grip the suited shoulder of the Wolfram & Hart executive. "And I wanted this." His lips suddenly curled and eyes flashed as he pulled out the weapon. He could feel his shirt instantly dampening and a warm flow travel down his stomach. A coldness swept through him as the wood came free, now a darkened brown, but he ignored all feelings, his mind preoccupied with one thing and one thing alone. "So you could die." Then with his next words, he thrust the stake inside the man, gritting his teeth but still managing to keep his snarl. "With our blood running through you."
"...N-No..." Linwood gasped, the words sinking in as well as the stake and wrenched his body away, collapsing into the arms of Lilah who had rushed up to grab her falling boss. He grasped at his chest, then the stake, but hands trembling so badly, he could only stare, arms falling limp against his side.
"Wha-Wha...What have you-" His strangled whisper of horror was cut off as the Miracle Child in front of him heaved and bent forward, demons behind him being thrown around in every direction, then was continued by an even more horrified moan, turned yell.
Linwood was pulled away, his face now completely sprayed with blood.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
Connor grunted, mind fogged with a stronger bout of coldness, not even registering the blood that dripped from his pale lips as he tried to turn in his anxiety to see why his father was still yelling from behind him, but he couldnt move, couldnt call out, couldnt even get enough energy to look behind him as more green thugs were propelled through the Hyp's windows and smashed into the stone walls on his sides.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Angel continued to shriek and Connor finally gathered enough energy to lift his head and seek out Linwood's face, already imagining the man in his father's hands, being pounded into a bloodied pulp if anything more, but he was shocked to see Lilah scurrying away quickly to the back exit, giving a sardonic look to the four-eyed man, Wesley, as she held her boss in her clutches.
What was his dad screaming at? Connor heaved out more blood, feeling automatically light-headed and dizzy as he saw it splatter to the floor. Who was Angel screaming at? And why was it so cold?
"Oh God, what have you done...!" This time it was a moan.
Connor blinked, confused, and lowered himself to the floor slowly, not exactly liking how everything spun and swung around back and forth in front of him, but rough yet gentle arms, shaking hands, caught him just before his knees reached the cool marble, and held him tightly, one palm covering over the wound.
Angel's own legs buckled from under him as the red liquid seeped through his fingers and ran down to his wrist. He could smell it, the metallic scent hitting his nostrils like a punch to the face.
Blood.
Connor's blood.
His beautiful child.
"God, no, no..." His son looked back up at him, far too young to have the hollow and glassy look to his eyes that he did. He wanted to tear it away. Tear away the hurt, the pain. Tear away everything bad that had suddenly happened so quickly.
"...Dad...?"
"Shhh son, dont talk. You need to save your strength," Angel managed to speak out clearly, smoothening the suddenly damp hair on his child's forhead as he positioned him more comfortably on his lap and turned to the others. A shudder wracked through him as he saw his friends' horrified faces staring back. "We-" He choked, hearing a rattle of air escape through his Miracles lungs and hardened his gaze at his team.
He had to be strong.
Everything would be alright if he was strong. This wouldnt continue if he was strong.
But why?
Why did Connor-?
"Guys," he tried again, hearing his voice shake only a little bit, "we have to stop the bleeding. G-Get me something." Uniformed creatures propelled their failing bodies out broken windows as well as the door, but he ignored them, feeling bile rise up, nausea shaking his stomach the first time in years when he turned back to his bleeding child in his arms. "Anything."
Gunn nodded, instantly running off to the back, as Wesley moved next to Fred and offered his shoulder to cry on.
Lorne spoke up, face shadowed. "What can I do?"
"He's not like me- the wood's not poison. It didnt hit his heart so," the vampire turned dark, tear-soaked eyes to the demon, "call whoever you can. And stop this from happening." Gunn returned a moment later, carrying a basin of water, medical tape, and bandages consisting of torn cloth and thick gauze as Lorne skurried away to his archives.
Connor continued to stare upwards, finding it almost hilarious that everything looked as if it was all underwater, including his father's horrified face looming above him. He had a feeling he knew what this was, what was happening. It was strangely hard to focus, but he gathered all his strength and did so, assuming all his efforts were the reason why everything else, save his head which was rapidly heating up, was quickly becoming cold and numb. Out of the corner of his eye, a pool of blood was forming, pouring off his father's legs onto the floor.
Yes. He definately knew what this was.
Had seen it countless of times.
Had created it himself.
"Im sorry," he whispered, far too weak, regretting he didnt have enough mobility to reach for his father's face. Too many tears were gathering there, shining now as everything was slowly growing hazy. He didnt like it.
Angel did not deserve to look so miserable.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," his father ground out anxiously, hands moving quickly to apply pressure to the wound. "Im gonna fix you up, ok? It didnt hit your heart. Youre gonna be fine. Good as new. Just have to stop the bleeding 'til you heal up." But a second later, he was demanding, "Gunn, why is this taking so long? Why isnt he healing?"
Connor didnt even wonder why he felt so relaxed now, continuing to stare up at his father as Gunn suddenly swam into view, inspecting the wound. He quickly sat back, his own blood draining from his face. He turned back to his friend, then as if deciding an inward battle, yelled over his shoulder. "Lorne! You need to fucking hurry!"
"Im still looking! Witch doctor can be here in 20; voodoo in 10! I cant find any kind of spell to do with human blood!"
Angel clutched at his son protectively, tenderly, like a precious doll, still trying to stop the blood flow, his eyes never wavering from the black-man's face. Gunn chose his next words carefully, knowing full-well what it would illicit. "A major artery's been punctured. His heart is pumping his blood straight out his body."
"B-But he's still going to be ok, r-right? I-I mean...He's going to heal, right? As long as we can stop the blood..." He broke off, gulping, searching the other man's face for a positive sign, but seeing none, his eyes narrowed and he almost ferociously grabbed the gauze, breaking off tape. "Connor, this is going to hurt but," he gently gazed back down at his son, biting back a sob when his son merely watched back, still glassy-eyed, his eye color once a bright blue, now a deep grey. He ripped open his son's shirt, gasping when he saw how large the hole truly was, then grew alarmed when the boy didnt even flinch as his injury was desperately covered. "Connor?" His arms were suddenly torn away.
"Angel, dont!" Once kneeling closeby, Gunn found himself suddenly thrown back with a yell, as the panic-filled vampire glared darkly, his son still held possessively in his arms.
"Dad?"
Gunn tried again, not at all being careful, this time fueled with anger. "Angel!" But the father now had an iron grip and he found himself thrown even farther.
"Dont touch him! You dont have the right to touch him!"
"You need to-"
"I know what I need to do! I need to save my son!"
"Thats not-"
Gunn made a move to get closer again but was halted by a furiously warning glare. "If youre not going to help, you need to get the fuck away from him!"
"You do what youre doing, he's not just going to bleed to death! He's going to choke and suffocate on his own blood!"
And thats what did it.
Angel seemed to crumble, wrapping his distraught body around the boy, all the while screaming for Lorne, who was babbling back in frustration, throwing books everywhere while on the phone.
Connor continued to look up, feeling strangely fine now, not just numb and cold, but tired, the lethargy sweeping through the very core of his body, creating the illusion he was floating, but still attached to his head, which was on fire in most parts but starting to cool at his neck, slowly creeping upwards. At that moment, he knew his time of speaking was coming close to an end.
He was going.
He knew that.
He was leaving. Leaving Angel.
His eyes were on his father now, who was turned away and yelling. How could he leave the man looking so crazy, so...distraught?
Watching him suffer was even more painful than it was getting stabbed.
He wanted to console him, comfort, soothe, but deep down, he knew he didnt have enough time for that.
Knew it wouldnt help. Knew Angel wouldnt believe it.
Besides, something else needed to be said.
Something else was far more important.
"Dad." The coldness was moving again, up to his chin and circling his neck, reaching his ears. Everything was getting really bright, like the contrast of all colors was magnifying in the room.
He could see the arms encased in a leather jacket tighten around him again as his father turned back, brushing a loving hand across his forhead which he thankfully felt, not a twinge of embarrassment present, and a gentle kiss soon after just above his nose. "Connor. Just hold on for me, ok? Help is on the way. I just need you to hold on-"
"-Im sorry-"
"-Shhh, dont speak-"
"-No. Im sorry." He blinked slowly, feeling wetness flow out and touch the looming cold, but his voice remained steady.
So weak.
But steady.
"Im...always making...you hurt, but..." The cold was now pooling into his cheeks, having completely filled his neck, making it even harder to speak, but he knew he was heard. "...I had to...save you-"
"-And you did. My son is so strong. Im very proud of you, Connor, but you need to save your strength." Angel gave a watery smile, letting a small laugh out also that betrayed the overwhelming face of manic terror. "And this is never happening again because youre grounded for the rest of your life."
"Sorry...No time for...that." Connor really wanted to close his eyes, everything was almost painfully blinding, making his eyes water more. He couldnt really tell if he was crying now or not.
But it didnt matter.
"Dont say that!" Like a switch, his father was far from smiling, looking so panicked Connor feared he might start bawling like a baby at any second. "Im going to fix you! You just need to hold on for me! You hold on, Connor!"
"You...were right. We fight this...fight...to protect..." Something was in his mouth; it was becoming hard to speak without gurgling and he knew it wasnt his air flow being cut off, not just yet, so he quickly coughed it out, hoping the cold wouldnt take over there so soon because it was dangerously close to his eyes, having already passed over his forehead.
But he knew coughing had not been a good idea because of the sheer terror on the vampire's face and the strangled gasp.
Even though everything was painfully bright, Connor knew he had seen red.
His father was grabbing cloths, yelling again around him.
Just as he felt the cold consume his vision now, eyes having lost function, it was suddenly hard to breathe, coughing wasnt even an option, or a strangled breath, so he hurried, knowing he could only get a few more words in. Thankfully, he had grabbed enough air when he had coughed before.
"I...love you, Dad." Angel suddenly was still, as if electrocuted, pupils blown with fright.
In the back of his hazy and fog-filled mind, Connor realized his hearing was gone. The cold had seeped everywhere, save for his lips, and it felt like he was floating on a string, his father's face the only thing somewhat seen in the brilliant white. Everything was feeling so far away. Nothing really mattered now, not even words, but he consciously knew what he had prepared to say and he said them anyways, hanging on to his lasting seconds of the living world.
Of being alive.
Angel was aghast, seeing blue-tinged lips slowly turn upwards in a smile.
Suddenly, Connor was completely warm and had the strongest...he didnt even know what to call it anymore...an urge, he figured, to fall asleep.
He just wished he could take that floating picture of his father with him, but it was getting further and further away. He knew his mind was reaching for it but sleep was just too overwhelming.
"Im glad...you were the...one I could...protect."
He didnt even know if he was heard, if he had managed to say it, even.
All he knew was that his final moment was just drifting away
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Lilah's arm was around the wounded man all the way to the black car waiting for them and still around him as they both clambered slowly and sloppily in, Linwood moaning in pain the whole time. His female employee turned around for a second to signal for the remaining crew to hurry to their own vehicles immediately as Gavin spoke up sharply from the driver's seat.
"Sir, what happened?"
"What does it look like?" Linwood gasped out almost in rage, but he didnt have enough energy to actually scream at the other man. "Just drive. Lilah, take this out." He turned to her while motioning weakly at the stake still jutting out in front of him. His already sickly pale features turned whiter as she quickly reached for the object without a second thought, but Gavin's commanding voice cut through the air again.
"Dont. Its the only thing keeping him alive. If you take that out, the air will instantly hit the open wound and he'll quickly get an infection-"
"-I dont think he has to worry about infections right now," Lilah actually had the audacity to give a small smirk at the hurting man beside her.
"Yes, well he'll also bleed to death. Once the wood's removed, there's nothing blocking the blood flow." Gavin responded without emotion as he turned back to the road.
"Poor kid, then," Lilah smiled thinly, clearly not at all feeling any kind of remorse. Angel was suffering again by their hands and she actually had the pleasure to finally see the undead man shed some tears, a very human trait if she ever knew the vampire to express one before, besides anger.
And trying to save the world.
She inclined her head, lost in her thoughts.
"I wanted that child ...alive," Linwood drew in a breath sharply as he almost choked. His eyes widened and he tried to sit up, Lilah's not-so-comforting arms falling away from him. "That was my plan. O-Our goal."
"What happened in there?" Gavin asked, not turning around.
"Angel's...alive, or whatever...you call that," Linwood started to weeze, tightening his hold on the leather seating.
"His runt's down for the count. Permanently," Lilah informed, staring at the stake as it moved in sync with their boss's heavy and irregular breathing.
Linwood noticed and tried to reign in his control. "It hurts. Take it out now," he commanded her. "I'll take my chances."
But Gavin eyed them both through the rearview mirror. "We'll be there soon enough. The medical team will take care of you, sir."
"He wont make it in time."
Linwood turned as quickly as he could manage to the woman, eyes widening at hearing so bluntly one road his fate could travel down.
"Kid must be psychic," she smiled, leaning away from him. "A pity we'll never really find out." She suddenly hefted a large butcher knife from under the seat, lips drawing back to achieve an almost pleasant look. "I was actually sent to give you a message on behalf of the Senior Partners. They feel your methods have been..." She searched for the right words as Linwood's eyes widened and convulsing body gasped. "Inadequate and unachieving. Lets just say theyre pissed."
With one quick swoop and slice, Linwood's head was lopped off and rolling down to land between his feet on the car's floor, his body still shaking slightly as blood leaked out even more so now from a separate wound all together.
"So you've basically been fired. And that was also for hitting my man, by the way."
Gavin gulped from up front as Lilah trained her cold sneer onto him.
"Im in charge now, thankyou, and its about time. I was getting so bored. And all these pointless games are a waste of money. The Senior Partmers wanted that kid alive and I hate to admit it, but I wanted him alive, too." She sighed heavily then suddenly sat up straighter, making her words light. "Hopefully, Linwood's head will appease them. I hear they collect things like that."
She grinned at her Asian driver and he looked right back at her fearfully through the rearview mirror.
"So, hungry? I am. Pull into McDonalds. And do it fast," she ordered, leaning back, easily ignoring the dead and headless body now covered in red while putting the blade back into its respectful place. "Oh, and Gavin?"
He gulped again, his hands tightening around the wheel.
Lilah smiled. "No drive-thru."
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"Im glad...you were the...one I could...protect." It would have been the most amazing words ever said to him if it wasnt for the fact nothing else followed after them.
Everything in the hotel was silent, save for sobbing.
"No." Angel's eyes widened, not hearing a sound. "No, baby, no, come back," he whispered desperately, kissing the young forehead, then searching the too-grey eyes for any kind of sign of life.
Nothing.
There was nothing.
Emptiness.
He had seen those kind of eyes before.
"Come back to me. Please, God, no, please..." Angel choked out, the trails of wetness running straight down over his quivering lips as he lovingly carressed the locks covering cold, pale cheeks.
"Please, Connor, please," he begged but his voice broke along with his unbeating heart, something given life once again just to have it cruelly and savagely taken away, when he heard no reply.
"Dont you dare leave me!" Pleads suddenly turned to threats. "Dont you dare do this to me! Dont you leave me! Not you! Connor!"
He didnt even register his friends backing away or Fred collapsing.
Or the Hyperion's doors opening and a man instantly looking guilty.
"Connor! Connor! Oh God...! "
Angel gasped again and so many times after, not aware now of what he was doing as his body shook violently and hands frantically tore at his son's shirt, gripping the boy closer, painfully tight, his tremors working their way to spread to the still form in his arms, but when hearing no sound all but his own wretched sobs, cries and gasps at uneeded breaths, Wes's choked but quiet weeping, and everybody else's hearts hammering away in their chests, terrible proof that this was all so painfully real, that his soul how now been so easily ripped to shreds, a grief-ridden moan rose up through his belly and tore from his throat, ending in a shrill keen that was hardly recognizable even to his own ears, as he started to unconsciously rock, his bloodied child lying so small and innocent within his hold.
As more tears fell, not being freed for centuries, and the vampire rocked harder, trembling still, he continuously kissed the dark soft hair that was pressed tightly to his head, eyes turned away to stare at the red-smeared marble floor and unnatural hearing trained to, now, not hear for the soothing beat that had kept him awake and awe-filled for nights on end, but the small sound of his Miracle laughing, the finest music to his ears that he had only heard once and had longed to hear so many times after, and the soft touch of his son pushing him away with his sparkling blue eyes dancing at the fact he had seriously managed to drive himself absolutely nuts over nothing at all...
An evil illusion.
A nightmare.
His frantic mind overexaggerating even as his boy healed rapidly in his protective arms.
But not a sound came. Not a beat. Not a breath.
No movement.
Blue-grey was still unfocused and staring up towards the ceiling.
His son was not healing.
His arms couldnt protect.
Because Connor was-
"CONNOR!"
And thats when Angel lost all control.
He layed his head down onto his son's cold forehead and started screaming.
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Once Connor knew he had finally fully fallen asleep, he was jolted awake not a minute later, still floating in warmth, his vision painfully white, until blue, as bright as lightning was zipping all around, then coming towards him. He felt alarm, as if it was going to hit him, but knew he technically didnt have a body to hit, and once that thought had crossed over, everything fell away, including him...
...to land painfully onto a cement floor in a room that, almost humorously, looked like it came out of a book on Greek mythology.
There was only one door behind him, white pillars adorned the sides of it and pretty much all around him. There was a basin, could have been a scrying pool, standing about four feet high filled with swirling water, directly in front of him, and then behind that were three long steps that led to a magnificent white throne, decorated with gold linens. It was definately made to look like it was fit for a king.
Looking again around himself in shock, he then looked down, noticing he had his body back.
His very healed body.
Lifting up his shirt, he saw there wasnt even a scar.
Full healed. Everything white. But no Angel.
Heaven?
This washeaven?
It couldnt have been anything else. Definately didnt feel like hell and he had to be dead, or else he knew his father would have surely stopped this place from taking him. Holz hadnt mentioned any other place you go to when you die...
But...
He looked around himself yet again. "Why is heaven so...empty?"
A laugh rang out. "No, child. This is certainly not heaven." Connor whipped around, staring at the throne.
The once empty throne.
"Not hell, either, since that was going to be your next question." A smiling woman with strange blue hair rose, dressed all in white. "This is my sanctuary outside your dimention. I am the Oracle. Have you heard of me?"
Connor stepped back, shaking his head. The woman was very beautiful, he noted, and did not at all feel threatening, but he could sense her power.
Her incredible power.
It was coming off her in gigantic waves.
"Well, I suppose not, you did not spend too long with your father. Angel has heard of me. In fact, he is surely to visit me very soon so we must make this fast. I have brought you from the grips of death, even though that," she waved towards him, indirecting downwards, however, "is not your original body. Its a copy. One that you must take care of very well in the future. I have a mission for you, Connor Angel."
"How-"
"Everyone knows of you. The prize given to the vampire with a soul." Connor frowned, not really liking how that was put. "And because of that, you have a duty, one that you havent been upholding until your...untimely demise." She, then, walked over to the basin of water, looking into it. She motioned Connor forward to join her.
"Wait, what's an Oracle?" Already, this was too confusing. She was speaking to him as if he already knew. And if he wasnt dead, why couldnt he get back to his father?
"I am a conduit for the Powers That Be, heavenly sources of God. Usually, I dont save the dead, the living come to me if they seek heavenly counseling, but you are a special case and only my power couldve reached you if you had newly passed on." At his raised eyebrows and attempts to speak, she lifted a pale hand, silencing him. "Yes, you are dead." She twirled her fingers over the water and it changed to an image floating just beneath its depths. "And that is what you left behind." Fred was at first clearly seen, collapsing unconscious to the floor of the hotel, then of Angel bent over a bloody body, rocking back and forth.
"Dad!" It was heartbreaking to see Angel suffer so much and he definately didnt like to be reminded of what he had done. "I didnt leave him behind by choice. I saved him! I had to!" Connor growled out, narrowing his eyes.
The Oracle was unaffected by his outburst. "And thats why I have saved you. Just as I gave him his prize, I am willing to give you yours, but since up until that point, you were leading him astray, you are going to have to work for it." Connor instantly wallowed in his guilt, wincing, with eyes still narrowed. "And if you prove to be unfit to complete this mission, you will be replaced with another- a pure soul, one that has not been tainted by human contempt."
Again, Connor opened his mouth to retaliate, but the woman beat him to it. "Angel might have easily forgiven you, but I will not. You are in charge of your own actions even if you are still a mere child. However, I am giving you a chance, like I said. Or do you want me to send you back to heaven's oblivion to rot in peace until this wretched creature of a champion joins you? Because that is what you have caused." She again indicated to the water which had not changed.
Connor already knew his answer. After all, it wasnt hard.
He knew what she meant by Angel joining him. His father looked as if he was already murdering himself in grief.
The Miracle Child shook his head in protest. "What do I have to do?"
The woman smiled, making the water change back to its original state of motion, but deep along the bottom materialized a silver chain connected to what looked to be a locket. She pulled it out, holding it right in front of him.
It was beautiful, the locket Celtic in design, twists of crosses and intricate patterns adorning it. "I am going to send you back to him. To the time of Angel's greatest tradegy, when he had just thrown away love and had befallen to hate. He will not know you and he will not be the loving father that you know now. You have one week." She indicated for him to take the necklace and he did so, still feeling unsure as he fingered it in marvel. It really was beautiful. It almost thrummed with its own energy. "Seven days to have that beast love you, just as a father would love a son. You must not tell him who you really are. Anything else is fine, but if he knows you are his son before he has loved you as yourself, the enchantment will be broken and you will return to the dead and he will be wiped clean from you and given a new...gift."
Connor clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. There was no way he would let his father forget him or love someone else. Maybe he deserved better, sure, but Connor would easily admit to greed when it came to his father.
Angel was his and his alone.
"Wear that to hide your scent. Take it off or have it taken off you, it will be the same effect. You will die."
"Why do I have to hide my scent? I thought you said he wouldnt recognize me?" Connor questioned, feeling it safe to slip on the chain. It hung low enough to tuck under his shirt which he did so instantly, feeling it underneath the fabric.
It was chillingly cold on his now warm skin.
The Oracle smiled thinly, looking as if she held the most important secret. "Im sending you back to Angel's greatest tragedy. You will certainly need it." She quickly lost the smile, speaking hard again. "Its also the only way to get back to your previous body, which of course will be healed. But only once he has felt love in his heart for you."
Connor felt unsure about that part. "But how will I know...?" Not unless his father told him and he doubted that would happen if the man thought they werent related. Besides, that would be too strange. He tried imagining Angel saying "I love you" to Gunn and grimaced, shaking his head in almost revulsion.
Yeah, definately wouldnt happen.
The Oracle smiled again, tilting her head as if she had read his thoughts. "You will know. If you are truly meant for Angel, that is. Now," her eyes suddenly sparked a brilliant yellow, making the boy rear back in shock. "I have another visitor on his way. We are finished here. Remember," her eyes sparked again, this time a blue, "seven days." She then raised her hand, blue sparks now dancing between her slim fingers. "After the seventh day, if you are not loved by that bloodthirsty vampire, you will decay."
Connor's eyebrows rose at that and he made a move to speak again, but the Oracles hand sliced down, shooting blue sparks all around, and he was gone, immediately vanishing into light.
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(A/N): Wooo! Connor saved! Ok next is LFSS! Plz R&R but then again, Ive been lazy 2, I dont xpekt it ^_^ Just plz enjoy! ^_~