A/N): Thanks again 2 everybuddy that read those that reviewed (especially DEPRESSES ONE...she/he was my 1st reviewer YAY )
And all those W&H people like Knox and Lindsey...well theyre prolly not gonna b in this kuz I dunno 2 much on them. If they ARE in here, its just gonna be 4 a lil while-not something big, u kno? I dont know Connor's birthday (somebody said November sumthin...) so yea, Im giving him a very wintery one.
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Angel looked down at his son, eyes brimming with tears. "Why would you ask that!
He unwrapped his arms, somewhat reluctantly, from around his son and stepped back, both of his hands, however, still on the small boy's shoulders. "Connor...? Why would you even think something like that huh?"
Connor turned his head away, opting for looking out the window. The sky was getting dark...or was it getting lighter? He couldnt remember what time it was. But the sky was perfect. It was almost...welcoming.
"Connor, look at me."
He didnt want to, but did anyways, because Angel had asked him to.
"After everything Ive done-"
"None of that matters now! Forget all that-!"
"I cant, Angel!" Connor yelled, looking up at him almost pleadingly. "I cant forget what I remember! I just cant do that! And...," He turned away again, looking at the floor. "Part of me doesnt want to forget."
He shook the hands off his shoulders and walked to the big bay windows, staring down at the enclosed area below. "Believe me, the bigger part of me doesnt want all these bad memories, but...somewhere deep inside, a part of me does. The memories make up who I am." He touched the window, feeling the cool thick glass beneath his fingertips. "Connor Riley was ignorant, way too naive for my liking. He was blissfully unaware of anything bad happening around him and if something bad did happen, he ignored it, telling his mind nothing was wrong at all." He turned to Angel, the glow from the setting sun behind him acting like his own personal golden aura around his body. "I wanna be happy, sure, but I dont want that happiness controlling me. Plus...,"he actually seemed embarrassed as he looked around the room, anywhere but at his father. "I dont want to forget about you. Thats not something I wanna do, so its not part of my deal." He folded his arms. "And it wouldnt make me happy."
Angel took that moment to step forward, eyes pained and voice eager. "Then tell me, Connor. What would make you happy?" he begged. "I just dont know wha-"
He almost flinched as a small body was hurdled at him, the impact practically sending them both crashing to the floor. Connor held on tight as he murmured his request.
"Please forgive me. Forgive me for everything Ive done. Even if we cant start over, just please forgive me..."
And Angel, not being able to deny his son anything that his young heart desired, granted that request.
"I forgive you, Connor," he whispered, closing his eyes and tightening his hold on the boy. "You didnt even have to ask. I'd already forgiven you for everything you had done the moment you did them." After a while, he lifted his son's chin and stared into deep blue pools of anguish, almost mirroring his own. "Now you must grant me my final wish-it was something Wolfram & Hart had no power to do or give me."
"A-Anything."
Angel finally smiled. "I want us to start over."
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Lorne sighed, having already given up to put the elevator door back on its rail. He knew Angel had gotten to it somehow; that was so like him- SAVING THE INNOCENTS THAT COULD FEEL, while DESTROYING THE ELEVATORS THAT COULDNT.
Speaking of "destroying"...
Gunn, Wes, and Illyria suddenly burst into the room from the stairway just like he had before, all shouting for Angel at the same time and looking somewhat nervous.
"Lorne! Where's Angel?" Gunn yelled, already rushing around the room, searching the area. "What happened to the elevator? Is everything ok? Are we being attacked? Is Angel here? Is he alright? Is anybody hurt-!"
"Woh, woh, slow down there, Mister Perimeter Security, ever-"
"Where's Angel?" Wesley barked out, too impatient to be polite.
"Wow, lemmee get this straight," the green-skinned demon quipped, sitting on a desk and flailing his thin arms about. "An elevator breaks down in this place and you guys all go ballistic, thinking its the end of the world? Does this kinda thought happen with every elevator or just with this one? Kuz," He looked at them all in shock. "Do you know how many elevators are in this place!"
"It has only broken down?" Illyria asked, blue head tilted to the side, curious.
"Weeeelllllll," Lorne winced, finally standing up. "Not exactly..." They all stared at him, expecting more of a reply. "Angel got to it," Lorne sighed.
"Angel? Why would he do that?" Wesley asked, surveying the damage. The doors were all bent out of shape and the wheels had come off the track. Maybe easily fixable...
"Connor's here."
"What? Why? Did his memories return after all?"
Gunn's eyes widened. "Is he going psycho on us again? Kuz if he is...I dont think I can survive that right now..."
"No," Lorne shook his head, looking confused. "I think its actually the other way around..." Seeing their blank expressions, he quickly added, "Angel was the one that looked sort of crazy and they rushed on outta here-"
"Maybe...Angelus?" Gunn spoke low, the memories of the immortal washing over him.
There was a beep over the intercom at the desk Lorne was leaning on.
"Lorne?" Angel's very rare cheery voice filled the room. "Bring me up a coffee and a soda." There was suddenly a whisper in the background and Angel's aghast voice filled the room. "What? Youre too young to be drinking coffee!"
"Hey! That was a cheap shot!" Gunn almost laughed at Connor's loud indignant reply.
"Fine fine," Angel finally grumbled into the intercom. "Two coffees then." Then there were a few more whispers. "Oh, and call a pizza or something. Yeah, thanks, Lorne."
"Ooooooooooooor maybe I hit my head on the way up here and I imagined it all...Angel's crazy face and Angel's happy face, its all the same, really," he replied hastily, picking up the phone, getting right on the pizza deal.
The others continued to stare amazed at the intercom.
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When the pizza arrived, Lorne excused himself and quickly dashed up the stairs to the boss's private quarters. He knocked once and Angel opened the door, gratefully taking the hot food and coffee. He took a quick glance behind the "older" man and spied Connor, sitting on the bed, gazing calmly back at him.
"Having fun, are we, boss?"
Angel smiled, putting the food down, before walking back towards Lorne. But he suddenly grabbed the door, grinning widely. "Sorry, Lorne, exclusive party only." And promptly slammed it in his face.
"...Wow, gratitude sucks ass nowadays."
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Angel handed his son one of the two mugs. "You must have lost half your body size just now," he joked.
Connor grinned lopsidedly at him, still embarrassed. "Yeah, my head kinda hurts... I dont think Ive ever cried that much before." He tasted his coffee, holding in a grimace, which his dad saw anyways and gave a small smile for. "So, ...Lorne's your secretary now?"
"Ah,... no, I just didnt want to deal with Harmony right now." The vamp opened the pizza box gazing at all the ingrediants. "Do you like olives? I got chicken on it, too...Barbequed, I thin-"
"Quit worrying," Connor interrupted, looking around. "This place is really big. I mean...bigger than before..."
"Yeah, its alot to handle. Im the boss of everything and I still dont know whats on most of the floors." He looked over at his son out of the corner of his eye. "So you remember everything?"
"Yeah...everything. Even the stuff Im not suppose to remember..."
"What do you mean?"
Connor looked at him, unsure of what to say. "I remember when I was a baby,...with you," he looked meaningfully at his father. Angel stilled. "I remember how you took care of me, how you bought me whatever I needed, ...how you protected me first when demons attacked you...And I remember what Holtz did to you."
Angel turned away, staring, as if interested, at his feet.
Connor also looked down, feeling uneasy. "Im sorry I didnt believe you before. Holtz was really powerful. He had his own Quor-toth shaman to handle all his dirty work if he was ever found out...by me." Connor folded his arms, anger crossing his features. "Everytime I found something out that ruined my nice "parental image" of him, he just wiped the memories. Once I even heard him talking about you. How you were the "Champion of Justice" and everything good, and how he hated you for it. And how you were looking for me, ...because you loved me more than anything..."
"It's true," Angel murmured, turning to him.
"I know," Connor grinned softly. "I know that now."
He looked away. "But at the time, when I had heard that, I ran. Holtz had never taught me love, didnt even try. I dont think he couldve. So when I ran, I ran straight to where the world's barrier was the weakest and tried to punch my way through. I wanted so badly to meet you, Angel," he confessed, turning back to face the man. "I wanted to find you, to talk with you and ask you if everything was true, but most of all, I...I wanted you tolove me. I wanted to forget about everything else, especially Holtz. But," His face darkened. "When I was almost about to break through, Holtz's shaman grabbed me and knocked me around a bit. I couldve killed him easily any other time, but trying to punch a rift out of Quor-toth kinda takes it out of you," he smirked, then grew serious as Angel continued to listen intently. "Then Holtz came. He actually looked surprised. He asked me if I could really punch my way back to earth, and when I said I could, they both grabbed me and dragged me back to the cabin. Then they wiped me, and after that, they constantly drilled into my brain that you were evil and a monster and that you could NEVER love me. And when I finally began to believe it, Holtz asked me to punch a rift back to his time. And I did," Connor shrugged.
Angel however was outraged.
"He did all that to you! Where's this shaman at, Im going to kill him!" Angel jumped up, pacing furiously.
"Too late. I already did." Connor shrugged again, nonchalantly. "Something Holtz couldnt wipe. The guy got really really mad when I killed the demon he had detained and was trying to control. So he tried killing me in my sleep when Holtz was away one night. But..." He smiled. "I wasnt really asleep."
Angel looked at him helplessly. "Im so sorry you had to deal with all this your whole life, Connor. It must have been terrible..."
"Naw. I can deal with it now. Besides, whats that one saying? What doesnt kill you-"
"-Makes you stronger,"Angel finished for him solemnly.
Connor gave a small smile. "Yeah, thats it."
"You shouldnt have to face that though. Not everyone should have memories like that."
"But you have some. Theyre probably worse than mine-"
"We're not talking about me here. Besides, Im much older than you."
"Only makes me more emotionally stable, I guess," Connor grinned.
Angel laughed outloud, a sound Connor would never admit to anybody he liked hearing. "Was that a joke?"
"I think so."
They smiled at each other affectionately, something Angel had never thought possible. The old Connor was back, Angel knew; he could clearly see the dark edges in his eyes, the pain behind the blue, but something new was there also. He could see it in Connor's features, in his stance, could clearly hear it in his voice...It was an understanding, an acceptance, something Angel had always wished for every day and night of his life.
"So...," Angel again was at a loss for words.
"So...," The boy echoed, not handing out any ropes. He wanted Angel to be the one to initiate everything.
"...Where do we go from here?"
"I dont know," his son replied slowly, not looking at him.
There was an awkward silence.
"Do...Do you need help with anything? Clothes, food, books...I have plenty of money," Angel assured quickly. "Just tell me and its done-"
"No, Im fine with all that stuff."
"...Need any help with school?"
"No, Im graduating high school soon...Or atleast I think I am..."
Angel nodded, understanding. "How about your-...How about those people your staying with? How are they treating you? Good?" They better be, Angel silently added.
"The mother's nice enough; the little girl's a pain though, but then again, I guess thats how all little sisters are."
"...How about that man?-"
"Theyre a lie, Angel!" Connor turned to him, his eyes flashing. "My whole life has been filled with lies and theyre just one more to add to the pile. The only thing that wasnt fake in my life was..." He didnt finish. He jumped up and walked to the window once more, before turning back to his father. "The only thing that wasnt a lie was you." He saw the speechless look on the man's face and continued. "I want to live with you again, but this time...I want it to be different." He then sighed, frustrated. "But thats not possible now, I guess..."
"Yes,...it is!" Angel defended sharply. "You can leave them soon, be out on your own; your eighteenth birthday is in a few weeks and after that, no court can tell you otherwise. You can stay with me for as long as you want," Angel offered, his face practically breaking out into a glow. Having Connor back living with him would be a dream come true. He could finally be the father the boy had always wanted; finally attain the kind of relationship he had envied from afar. He beamed down at his son, but grew concerned as Connor didnt share in his enthusiasm. "Whats wrong?"
The boy muttered something inaudible, not looking at him.
"What?"
"I said..." He looked up, something akin to shame in his eyes. "...Im not turning eighteen in a couple of weeks..."
Angel was taken back. "They...They changed your birth date?"
"No," Connor looked down, clenching his fists on either side of him on the bed. "It's still December 28, if thats even right..."
"It is," Angel confirmed. He out to know, of course. "So whats the problem then?"
"I wont be eighteen," the boy repeated, getting frustrated. "Its so unfair, Angel. I never realized how much age matters here."
"..."
"With that "new life", with those people...I'll be seventeen, Dad." Connor looked up finally, seeing his father's shocked expression. "Im sixteen all over again."
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Angel glared at the Grandfather Clock leaning up against his wall. It wasnt that much of a big deal, Angel knew, for his son to be sixteen instead of seventeen, but...it WOULD make things harder. He hated waiting. Being a vampire never took that feeling away. If anything, it enhanced it. Having to wait another year for his son would be close to unbearable. He sighed again, looking at the agitated boy.
"It's alright," He tried to smile. "The Senior Partners probably only did that to allow you to adjust. Being eighteen out in the real world for anybody is hard enough. Too many things are expected out of you..." He seated himself next to his son again, and grinned, taking the chance to ruffle his hair. He was rewarded with a slight blush. "Besides, you dont really look much older than sixteen anyways..."
"And you dont look much older than 29, but we all know thats not true," Connor mumbled, but still smiled.
"Yeah well..." They sat again, side by side, looking at the floor, still unsure of how to handle each other.
This was the first time Angel had actually talked to the boy; no screaming, no fighting, and no blood to go with it. It was only months ago that Connor had returned from Quor-toth, exhibiting inhuman speed and skill, toting a bad attitude to boot, and in that short time, Angel had witnessed everythingthat had to do with a son's feral hatrid. Connor had demonstrated his disgust for the vampire, taken out his revenge on him for a man not deemed even worthy, revelled in the fact that Angel was suffering for eternity, and even when the confusion and grief made him hit rock bottom, he had turned the city into complete chaos, making everybody feel his pain, including his father.
And yet here he was, merely a few months later, memories intact with nothing to hide, laughing and...holding a civil conversation.
It almost blew Angel's mind.
He's so different now...So...at ease...
"Youre so different now." His eyes widened. He didnt realize he had whispered that aloud.
But Connor just smiled, then put a hand to his chest, and frowned slightly. "No, just...calm. Everything I felt before is still here, but its down really deep. The warnings and the voices...Holtz's voice...theyre silent." He closed his eyes, looking relieved. "Its like ...theyre asleep."
Angel looked at him in almost awe.
Connor was opening up. His son was next to him on his own free will, smiling, and actually talking to him. There was nothing in the way now. So many questions he wanted to ask, so much he wanted to say, to confess, to confirm.
But his mind blanked out again, the sheer knowledge of just having his son back and remembering him all too much to take. He didnt even know if he was ready to have everything answered.
After awhile, Angel cleared his throat, motioning to the still-full pizza box. He opted to start out simple. "Are you going to eat your-"
He didnt have a chance to finish, though, as Connor leaped to his feet, eyes unfocused.
Angel stood as well, worry edging his voice. "What is it?" He sniffed and smelt nothing out of the ordinary, but that didnt really mean anything. Connor was now in full control of his powers, powers that he knew had been heightened greatly in the hell dimention, something, Angel reminded himself, he shouldnt think too proudly of.
"He's here," Connor sighed, head drooping slightly. He didnt want to leave. Pain filled his eyes again at the thought of it. Every memory was rushing in on him again. He knew those people were strangers; they werent his real family. Going back was accepting the lie. Holtz had taught him about lies and what they did. Lies were evil; they corrupted people too easily. Staying however...staying with Angel...something real...
"Who's here?"
Connor turned to look at his father, eyes unreadable and, Angel noticed with a slight ache, face blank once again. He had seen that face on his son too many times before and he didnt like it. Whoever made the boy perfect that expression in the future was going to die if he ever found them.
Which he would of course.
But Connor was already heading to the door before Angel could even protest. "Keep the pizza for me," he grinned, almost secretively. "I'll be back for it." And just as he was reaching for the door, it burst open and Lorne barralled through, huffing loudly. The singer couldnt believe it! He really was out of shape...
"A-Angel!" he yelled, looking behind him nervously, alarming his boss. "I know I wasnt supposed to disturb you guys but...he just wouldnt listen to me! Im sorry!"
"Connor!" Mr. Riley stepped into the room, looking to Angel before grabbing his son. Angel almost growled at that action, but caught it and kept it quiet in his throat. His eyes glinted in supressed anger though as his gaze followed the weaker man around his room.
"C'mon, boy, we're going home. Your mother's upset...Do you take all your clients' sons up to your room, Mr. Angel?" The man glared at Angel. "Say goodbye to your friend, son," he commanded, not waiting to see Angel's reaction, before turning and heading for the door.
Connor stayed silent, not at all resisting the urgent pull to the exit. However, when he looked back at Angel, the vampire could see an almost desperate look in his eyes,...though he still covered it well. The door slammed shut behind him.
Lorne, annoyed, reopened it and shouted down the stairs. "Yeah! How about next time you knock and ask politely, mister!" He was about to turn and comment to his boss, but the older man raced past him, following the duo down the stairs.
"Mr Riley! Wait! Please, I want to discuss something with you privately!" He blurted out anxiously, running after the two, but the man merely picked up his pace, now practically dragging the boy with him to the other stairwell doors outside of Angel's office. Conner could smell something surrounding him, had smelt it even before his "father" had shown his face- the unmistakable scent of alcohol. Whiskey. Jim Beam, to be exact. The man's favorite pastime. Connor knew all too well what liquor could do to a man, had learned those lessons from Holtz himself yet again; knew it could completely change a man's heart around for a whole day and night. And Connor Riley wouldve been yet again completely ignorant.
Connor just hoped Angel hadnt noticed the scent yet. He turned back and saw his dad following closely behind with Lorne at his side, trying to reason with the angry Riley.
"Please! Just step into my office with me and-!"
"Not interested!"
The vampire started to feel hopelessness weigh down his body, but taking another glance at his son, anger soon replaced it, quickly burning like fire through the immortal's veins.
Connor was hurried to the stairs, the door swinging open harshly.
Angel suddenly made a last desperate attempt: he lunged forward and grasped Riley's shoulder, spinning him around roughly. Pushing the smaller man up against the wall, he glared down icily at him, noticing in the corner of his eye, Lorne backing away fearfully. Connor was still at the stairway entrance, looking on slightly anxious.
Angel's hardened gaze bore down on the weak man, making him fidget nervously in his grasp. "You will listen to me, Mr. Riley." He didnt like this type of "father" at all playing "parent" to his son. The man was harsh and domineering, somebody that he just couldnt picture taking the boy to games, or comforting him at night after bad dreams , or even tenderly hugging him whenever he justneededit...Plus he smelled weird. It was a bad smell, something he slightly recognized but couldnt place, especially when the man was squirming so fiercely in his hands. "You will listen to me," he repeated, deadly calm.
"Is that a threat, my good man?" The man growled out dangerously.
"No, sir, its not. Its a prediction."
"Well, I predict jail time for you, Mr Angel," he hissed, struggling in vain against the vampire's hold. Angel almost laughed at that empty threat; sueing him meant sueing Wolfram & Hart and if sueing Wolfram & Hart had been that easy, one tiny human trying to bring down the whole Los Angeles corporation, Angel wouldnt be standing there at that moment.
"You can go ahead and try," he smirked, before his eyes hardened and his grip tightened dangerously. He knew he was getting out of control, but he didnt care. No,...The sun would fall from the sky the day Angel allowed this man to leave with his son.
Riley glared back just as hard, then tried to look to his side. "Connor, tell Mr-"
"Dontspeak to him!" Angel roared, beyond pissed. "Dont even look at him!"
"Who the fu-!"
"Stop it!" Connor interrupted, stepping in between the two, but he was facing his father, his real father. "Dont fight!" He looked meaningfully into his dad's eyes.
Angel jerked back, startled, letting go of his hold on the other man. And the man took that split-second chance, grabbing onto his son's arm again, turning to the stairs, and running, while shouting over his shoulder, "You'll never see him again, you hear me! You're fucking insane!"
"Connor!" Angel cried after them, being held back from following by Lorne. "Let me go, Lorne, he's my son!"
"I know, Boss, I know," the demon soothed, sadly. "I know."
But just as he was pulling the taller man back, Angel pushed free and lept forward, taking after the two. "Connor!"
Lorne sighed, not even bothering to follow. He looked to the ceiling and said a silent prayer, hoping whoever was watching over them would give the immortal man a break. But then again, he wasnt really much into faith.
"This isnt going to end well," he muttered, exasperated.
"Youre telling me."
Lorne jumped back in shock, hands already up in defense.
"Relax," Lilah smirked, appearing next to him, a stack of files clutched to her chest. She cocked her head to the side, peering at the stairs. "Looks like Junior's once again causing heartache to poor poor daddy, huh?" She smiled, a sight Lorne found none too pleasant to witness. "He always was borderline psychotic when it came to getting his kid..."
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Wes, Gunn, and Illyria had been chatting casually, walking up the stairs, when they heard the loud commotion. "What the-?"
Two figures knocked past them, the taller roughly dragging the other one close behind him. Wesley recognized Connor first, then saw the taller man was his "father", Dormon Riley. But they were down the stairs and out of his sight before he could question anything at all.
The three looked up, hearing shouts and pounding footfalls coming closer from above.
Angel appeared, not taking notice of them. He looked panicked and frazzled as he tried to torpedo past them. "Connor!"
But Wes blocked his path, finally understanding. "Angel!" He put his hand to the other man's chest, trying to prevent him from running. "Angel?"
Angel's gaze was locked on the bottom stairway door, looking at it frantically, as Gunn moved behind him. The gang member grabbed the vampire's shoulders quickly, locking them in an expert hold, catching their boss off guard easily, which surprised the dark-skinned man alot.
"Let me go!" Angel yelled, looking at the man behind him. Illyria was gazing up at him, bewildered, at his left. "He's taking my son!" Connor's scent was all around him but getting farther away...
"We know, Angel! He's supposed to. He's his fath-!" He didnt get to finish that sentence as Angel broke free from Gunn and punched the four-eyed man. But they both recovered quickly, seizing their boss once again.
"Dont you ever say that to me again!" Angel snarled, vamping out. In Gunn's arms was, now, Angelus, looking FAR from metally sane. "Because killing you really wouldnt faze me at all right about now..."
And the sun finally fell from the sky, just as predicted not too long ago, because night was reigning in, eager to show the world the dangers of his realm.
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Down in Wolfram & Hart's large parking garage, Dormon violently threw Connor across the driver's seat, shoving him aside as he got in himself. "Move!"
The boy clambered into the passenger seat, looking up at the man, as he buckled up...something he now remembered Angel constantly telling him to do. "Whats wrong with you?" he asked warily, even though he already knew the answer.
"Nothing!" Dormon spat out angrily, swivelling his head around to see behind him while driving in reverse. "Ungrateful fuck! Your mother took the Toyota home and I came back for your ass, not that you seem to care! And youre not allowed to have any sort of contact with that man ever again, do you hear me!"
Dont tell me what to do. Connor's eyes narrowed.
And somewhere deep inside him, in a place that had been surrounded by a spell long since broken, something started to awaken.
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When they had finally calmed the vampire down a bit, they dragged Angel back upstairs, the face of Angelus reverting back to its alternate form a while before due to the anguish at not following his son, not trying hard enough to see past his pain to do so. He angrily shook the helping and anxious hands off of him and stormed past the others, heading for one of his committee rooms.
And they all followed, worried and somewhat apprehensive.
"Sit down!" The man ordered roughly as they all stepped in, seating himself as well at the farthest end of the table. They took refuge a few seats away, all except Lilah, who confidently leaned against the wall next to the door. Angel ignored her.
"Angel, man, we were o-"
"No, Gunn, shut up," the immortal cut him off harshly, jumping up. "You're all listening to me now!" He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, trying to keep his control in check. He stared down at the desk, trying to find the right words to say...to explain. He needed them to understand. "He remembers, alright?"
"What?"
Angel looked up, desperation and hope in his eyes. "He remembers it all; he remembers everything...And he accepts it all. He accepts me. He's finally ok with whats happened! I've...Ive got my son back." His eyes shone with wonder, incredible joy.
No one could say anything for a while, their boss's look of awe stunning them. That is, until Wesley broke the silence. "Angel...," he trailed off, a loss for words. "Angel, we're happy for you, really, but-"
"Then why do you want to take this away from me!" Angel punched the table angrily, startling the ex-Watcher, as he shot each and every one of them a venomous glare, not at all intimidating the only other dead lawyer in the room, who was silently laughing to herself, it of course showing in her eyes.
"W-We dont-!"
"No, you wont," the vampire ground out vehemently, straightening up. "Because I wont let you." He looked at each of them, feeling a slight twinge of guilt as he saw them, pale and shocked, but chose not to let it show. They had done the unspeakable against him-they had denied him his son, and he wasnt about to let them get off so easily with it.
"Look, I appreciate your concern, but you really dont have any say in what I do, especially in what I feel." He glanced to Wes, hardening his gaze. "And you took my son away from me once. Dont think Ive forgotten or that its going to happen again." His glare turned solemn, the words sinking in to all of them, but only bringing the Englishman a harsh reality...which he already had understood.
"I was willing to hurt you back there, Wesley. I was ready to get rid of all of you." He could feel the hurtful words tumbling forward, eager to be said, and he didnt stop them, relishing in the release of all his pent-up anger and resentment. "...And I didnt care."
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(A/N): Dont think drinking is entirely bad bkuz of this chap! I PROMOTE ALL UNDERAGE DRINKING! ANYTHING THATS LIMITED WHILE UR YOUNG IS OVERDONE WHEN UR OLD! DONT B UNHEALTHY WHEN IT COUNTS!