(A/N):The song below is FALLING AWAY WITH YOU from the MUSE again.
Ok, I would recap, but Im 2 lazy and I think I overdosed on sushi gyaaa, I feel weird, but ummmmm well, just sum lil sidenotes I didnt mention b4 which I shouldve so I dun confuse ppl but...ehh watever Im mentioning them now:
-Gunn, who was in the middle of being tortured,...yeah, well he never got tortured. He's fine, healed up great from Wes going psykko, and now the two r kinda chummy, not real close, but u kno how it is. Who's ever close with sumbuddy who stabs u anyways?
Lilah is still undead and kicking, albeit she's confined to Wolfram & Hart like Spike was. She will make her appearance every now and then.
Eve's still working at Wolfram & Hart, not really running skared from the Senior Partners like she prolly should b, thank the A-Team 4 that. At the moment, she's tatted up with weird symbols so nobody "important" finds her. Angel's still wary of her, but acknowledges the fact that she holds great wisdom of all of Wolfram & Hart. Plus, she needs 2 b there playing her part bkuz of what Ive got in store 4 her. Hahahaaaaa Did I mention I hate Eve? No, I really REALLY hate her.
Yeah, Lindsey's gone. Never was in Happy Land, but just upped and left. End of Story.
Cordelia's still in a coma. She was never with Connor, but she did however giv birth 2 that 'krazy' wanting 2 make the world happy and delicious. She's floating around somewhere, visionary power intact, and Powers That Be singing her lullabys.
Wes is still head of the Historian Department and File Archives, teaching Illyria the ways of the world. Illyria has NOT taken over her host's "curiousity job"; Angel appointed a new team to replace Fred and Knox. They sukk, but u kno, whatever.
I changed Connor from College kid 2 High Skool Senior. B4 "Origin", he said he was going to move out once he got in2 College, but in "Origin", he was obviously still living with the Reilleys and in Stanford, so I changed it all. Stanford will b next year.
I made Connor's "sister" younger than what she was only kuz I want her father 2 b seriously "doting" on her and 2 hav her innocence intact so that she's a dumbass and wont realize what the hell's going on around her.
And Vail is nowhere 2 b found. He was the old wrinkly that was the header of the team that assembled Connor's fake memories, remember? Yeah, well he's running around still. He mite appear later on, Im not really that far yet with the details...Yeah, I think thats it.-
And I kant stress enough of how this is a NONSLASH FIK! NO SLASH! I was reading sum fiks on another site of Angel, hopin 4 sum nice drama bout Connor and Angel, which I FOUND, but...yeaaaah, just WOW. I wish I had that shaman with me rite about now...
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Falling Away With You
I can't remember when it was good
Moments of happiness elude
Maybe I just misunderstood
All of the love we left behind
Watching the flash backs intertwine
Memories I will never find
So I'll love whatever you become
And forget the reckless things we've done
I think our lives have just begun
I think our lives have just begun
And I feel my world crumbling
I feel my life crumbling
I feel my soul crumbling away
And falling away
Falling away with you
Staying awake to chase a dream
Tasting the air you're breathing in
I know I won't forget a thing
Promise to hold you close and pray
Watching the fantasies decay
Nothing will ever stay the same
All of the love we threw away
All of the hopes we cherished fade
Making the same mistakes again
Making the same mistakes again
And I'll feel my world crumbling
I'll feel my life crumbling
I'll feel my soul crumbling away
And falling away
Falling away with you
All of the love we've left behind
Watching the flash backs intertwine
Memories I will never find
Memories I will never find
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"You killed them?" Connor asked, rising to one elbow, leaning forward.
"Yes," Angel replied after a moment, contemplating on what to say next. "They were the first and last victims of my Liam life." At Connor's confused look, he explained. "As a person is being turned, their body tries to reject it, but most only last about an hour or so before they become a vampire. Since I was completely intoxicated, with stale liquor no less, my body fought for a longer time. The alcohol slowed down the process, I guess. And when I had been bitten, I thought I was going to die. I walked around the town thinking that the whole time, but I didnt want to have my life ended while my father and mother lived, so I made a vow to myself before I 'died'. My vow was..." He trailed off, hoping the boy next to him figured it out. He was not proud of what he had done, but saying it made him relive it all over again.
"...to kill them."
Angel grimaced but nodded solemnly.
"Because they hurt you first."
Angel turned to him warily, his gaze hard but pleading to be understood. "It doesnt justify what I did. Im not going to tell you I wish I could take it all back because I dont. If I had the chance to do it all over again, I wouldnt trust myself to easily walk away. I hated the man and woman that gave birth to me. But...they did not deserve what I did to them."
But Connor merely blinked, turning away to nestle once again beside the vampire. "They hurt you and you hurt them back. I see nothing wrong with that."
"Connor, it's not-"
"Ok, so I dont have grandparents,... well, not from your side anyways...Hmmm..." He turned his head to stare upwards, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "How did you and my mother meet?"
"She was the one that turned me."
"Oh," the boy grinned sheepishly. "Love-at-first-sight/bite kind of thing then huh?"
"...You could say that."
Connor yawned sleepily just as the cell phone on the nightstand beeped, stating an hour had passed. "For now, I guess thats it- Im out of questions to ask. You only have two hours to sleep now. Sorry 'bout that."
"It doesnt matter, I dont mind."
"You should. Wolfram & Hart cant take care of itself. It needs your 'vampire mumbo-jumbo'. I still dont know what that means, 'mumbo-jumbo', but it probably fits," the boy laughed, grinning, as Angel reached up to ruffle his hair in mock-annoyance. "But yeah, so much to do, you have. Unlike me, who can sleep all day-"
"Dont get too used to that. You need a job sometimes. I might just hire you as my copy-runner...Or you can replace Harmony..."
"Hey, I had a job before," Connor replied, indignantly. "I used to waiter in a coffee-" He paused. "Oh, wait, those memories werent real..."
Angel frowned, pulling Connor closer. "Connor, ...what other memories were-"
"Whatever," his son cut him off, curling back up along his side. "Jobs are easy. My point is, I get to sleep in, you dont. Now quit talking and close your eyes." He closed his own eyes, burrowing deeper into the covers, and waited, but after a few minutes of Angel's silence, he reopened them. "Quit staring and say goodnight."
His father relented, whispering a goodnight, then let his body relax, hoping sleep wouldnt claim him too soon. But it did, and he fell asleep instantly, blue eyes gazing back at him.
"Please, Connor, please, you must show him your love. And show him that youre strong enough where you wont be taken..." Darla's words repeated to Connor as he lifted a bundle of covers and placed them gently over the immortal.
Do vampires even get cold? He wondered to himself, keeping his arm over Angel's broad chest. Probably not, he figured, since they didnt even breathe...
After an hour of restless thoughts, his exhausted body finally succumbed to slumber, curled up securely in his father's strong arms.
And as father and son slept, neither noticed the dead that seeped into the room, quietly positioning itself in the darkest corner.
"Are you him?" It whispered, dark eyes flashing. "Have you finally come to see me? To see what he's done?" The essence drifted near the bed, sliding cold, wispy fingers along the ends of the covers. "You will see. I will make you see." Then it backed away and disappeared, letting both occupants of the room continue their dreamful sleep.
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Even as Eve made her way to her apartment building, she knew she had been followed. She had felt that familiar feeling ever since leaving the law firm, but she had not been too alarmed, knowing full well that what she feared most had no way of knowing where she resided, all thanks to the intricate markings now adorned all over her body. But still, the presence left her curious.
As she stopped by her door, she turned to finally acknowledge the figure, just as it stepped out of the shadows in the dim-lit hallway. It was a demon, she noted, staring at the one dark blue horn protruding from its forehead, standing about six and something feet high with light blue pebbly-looking skin and shockingly white lips. He wore all black- black tight shirt and black slacks with a black trenchcoat covering him. His hair was gray but he didnt seem old. Most demons never did, anyways.
"What can I do for you?"
"You came from within that building?" he asked, sounding more like stating, his voice deep and rumbling.
"You followed me all the way from Wolfram & Hart just to ask me that? C'mon, there must be another reason."
"...Angel."
"Uhuh, I knew it." Eve smiled, folding her arms over her thin chest. "What is it that you want with him?"
The demon didnt move. "Do you work for him?"
"Not really."
The demon was silent for a moment, looking at her somewhat hesitantly.
"My name is NorthNod, of the Norsadic City Dwellers in France. And I want Angel."
Eve snorted. "Well you'll have to get in line. He's got quite a list of people that 'want' him."
"I wish to fight him. I need revenge."
"Again, I say get in li-" She was suddenly lifted into the air, a blue clawed hand wrapped around her throat. Her eyes widened, but thats about it, smile still in place.
"What are you to him?"
Eve weighed her options on that question. "Nothing. Nothing at all... Nothing important that is." She grinned suddenly, knowing exactly where this was going. "But I know who is."
The demon instantly dropped her, glaring as she landed safely on her feet.
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Connor was dreaming. It was a nice dream, too. Because he was walking away from Wolfram & Hart, away from something bad, something he didnt understand that was waiting for him there. It was a nice dream, because Angel wasnt in that place, he wasnt within the building of the thing that was calling Connor back so urgently.
And it was a nice dream because he was walking towards the hotel, the Hyperion, where, he somehow knew, his father actually was. He could feel it. Behind him was something dark and terrifying and uknown while infront of him was Angel and good memories and his home. And the past. Something from the past was there.
He was inside now, the area lit up brightly, but he wasnt at the entrance, he was leaning over the balcony to see below. And it was ok, because Angel was there. Angel was there with a laughing Cordelia and a raging but smiling Gunn and a singing Lorne. Connor smiled at the sight. Everybody looked so happy. Cordy was happy because she was near Angel, Gunn was happy because even though he was covered in green goo, he had defeated a tough demon, and Lorne was happy because as he sang, he saw and felt nothing bad or dangerous.
Connor looked closer, wondering why Angel, his father, was so happy. And then he saw it, it bringing a tinge of jealousy to the pit of his stomach. Angel was happy because he was holding something-something he was rocking so preciously in his arms.
A baby.
Connor reared back, almost hitting the wall behind him, now noticing he wasnt alone. A boy was leaning over the railing where he once stood. His face was turned away, staring at the sight below, but he seemed about the same age as him and was similarily built, the baggy clothes not telling much though. And his dark hair was cut crookedly. Connor remembered when Fred had cut his hair- it had turned out a zig-zag shape too.
But the boy was breathing hard, his inhalations coming out as ragged gasps.
"It hurts. I cant breathe. I cant breathe when I look at them. At him. I know what Ive done and it hurts. It hurts so much. They dont know I see it. They dont know anything at all. But I know." The boy raised his head, but didnt turn around. "And you'll know. I'll show it to you. You'll see."
XFLASHX The scene changed. Connor now found himself within Wolfram & Hart, but the old building, looking very much still intact. He felt one person behind him, who he knew without turning around was the strange boy, and was facing three other people, one whom he recognized as Lilah. A younger Lilah.
The younger of the two men spoke first. "Mr. Reed, I dont understand. Why cant we just kill Angel and be done with it? He's an obstacle to everything we do."
"Lindsey, Angel must not be killed- he's a major player in the Apocalypse. He plays a key role and whatever side he's on is an extremely gray area right now. We're hoping to push him as far gray as we possibly can."
"But,...sir, him alive is-"
"-Is working in the firm's favor," Nathan Reed cut him off. "His growing obsession with the two of you will most likely end in him killing you both, which, I dare say, wont really cost us anything at all."
Both Lindsey and Lilah looked at each other nervously as Nathan continued. "And whatever evil he's pushed to do will still measure his own outcome in the end of this era. So let me remind you both that youre expendable. Angel, however, is not."
XFLASHX Connor was now in a room he remembered to be Wesley's old office back at the Hyperion. The boy was there, still behind him, as if hiding, and now Wes, Gunn, and Fred were in front, talking quietly over tons of files.
"He's just becoming darker and darker," the Britishman was saying, drinking his coffee.
"Maybe we should change his wardrobe-"
"No, Gunn, you didnt see him tonight. You didnt see his FACE when he just walked away. It was as if he didnt even care anymore- like he was losing his humanity and compassion, everything he's attained since fighting for the greater good. It was like...he was losing HOPE."
"Yeah," Fred agreed, looking so forlorn. "His soul...His soul's being slowly ...taken away."
Gunn looked at both of them, his voice growing softer. "Maybe that was what Evil had in mind all along. For Angel to finally fail. To finally just...give up."
XFLASHX
"And what brings you lively gents here, eh?" Spike was saying, taking out a beer from his fridge and sitting down at the table of his small apartment. He looked towards the two suits in front of him, Gunn and Wesley.
"Spike, we came here to talk."
"No, more like drag me back to that hellhole you call an honest job. Well, fellas, sorry but no can-do. Im steering clear of the evil empire, thankyou very much." He propped up his feet.
"Its not evil anymore," Gunn corrected him. "We're changing it around, doing some good for the place. And we're doing more good than we ever did alone on our own. You have it all wrong."
"No, Im very much free from delusions I'll have you know, unlike some people. I haunted that place, remember? I saw everything that went on." He stared at his beer, remembering. "No, you dont change that place. You cant. But it can certainly change you, like its doing very slowly to bossy-boy there."
"What are you talking about?" Wesley asked.
Spike looked up at them, his gaze hard and serious. "That building is evil, mates. Those people are evil. Even the bloody grounds, no pun intended, is evil. And it wont be too long before it corrupts you all, slowly switching you from sane and rightous to mad and wicked. Pure evil, mates, just pure evil. And that actually scares the hell out of me."
XFLASHX The scene switched once again and Connor noticed he was back at the Hyperion, but this time on the bottom level. Everything had been cleared out, all the furniture and desks and bookshelves and computers. And the only thing noticable, the only thing new, was the floor, which held strange black markings...with the boy in the center of them all. He was sitting within one circle, his back towards Connor again. Connor was curious now to see his face, but even more curious to know what was going on. Everything seemed too real to be a dream but reality didnt feel this strange. Darla...Where was Darla? Wasnt his mother suppose to be in this place too? If it wasnt a dream, she should be there...
Everything was so confusing...
He stepped towards the circle, noticing with a flinch some of the designs were spinning and spiraling.
"Where am-"
"Did you see?" The boy interrupted, not sounding as weak and hollow as Connor had. The other boy waited for a reply, but when none came, he cocked his head to the side. "Do you know why now? Do you know why I cant be trapped here much longer?"
Connor shook his head confused, knowing the other would see the action. Where had he been before all this? He couldnt remember. No, he had been in Wolfram & Hart...asleep...next to Angel...
The boy just smiled and turned back to his drawings, his fingers tracing the ones in front of him. "These markings are what binds me here. When they spin, it means they are trying to awaken whats inside. When theyre still, it means the binding is working and whats inside is dormant." The boy turned to his left side, his face still hidden, and traced more of the designs, each beginning to spin as he moved to the ones on his right. "They spin and stop and spin and stop. That must mean something."
Connor moved forward again, still trying to see the boy's face. "What? What does it mean?"
The other laughed, looking away from him. "It means time is running out- the binding's almost broken."
"I ...dont understand. What binding? Where are we? Who are you?" The questions tumbled forward on their own as he tried to stand in front of the other boy. "I want to get out of here. Where do I go? How do I wake up?"
After a moment, the boy finally turned, gazing up at Connor with an all-knowing smirk.
And gazing up at Connor was...himself! Connor flinched in shock, stepping back quickly.
"Why should I let you wake up? You replaced me for weaknesses. But guess what. The binding they silenced me with? Its breaking. And Im you and you're me. Or..." He trailed off, grinning feraly, "...you will be."
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"Ohhhhh what a beautiful MOOOORNINGGGGGGG tra la laaaaa," sang a suspiciously happy platinum-headed man, prancing around the law firm like he owned the place. "Dont you just love these times of days? Smell the air, I do say. I always love a morning where my corporeal body doesnt go firey and burst into flames. Lovely, a pure joy-"
"Hey, hey, hey now, Mr. Sunshine, can it," Lorne countered, walking past on one of his many red cell phones. "Its too early for that kind of sarcasm."
"Sarcasm? Sarcasm? I'll have you know Im truly jovial this morning. Its not everyday I see the sunlight and not feel threatened," Spike said, flailing his arms, still moving around the offices erratically. Lorne grumbled and walked away.
"Too much caffeinated blood this morning, Spikey?" Gunn commented, also walking past in a hurry.
"No. Bloody hell, man, what the fuck is wrong with you lowly lowlifes today? Cant the undead be happily alive for once?"
"Ok, who spiked Spike?" Gunn called out to the whole room.
"Oh, bugger off." Spike roamed around the offices more, bored out of his mind, giving snide remarks to people he saw fit. "Good job, good job. Looking good. Keeping busy, how wonderful. Dont touch me. Ooh, thats gotta hurt. Wow, youre awefully dead, now arent you, fella? Who the hell hired you-?"
"Thats it, Im spraying you down," Gunn eyed him, roling up files to look oddly enough like a flimsy bat. "Youre freaking me out here."
"Fuck you, Gangster Joe. Hey!" The vampire called out to a random person, a mail clerk wheeling by with a cart full of papers.
"U-Uhhh yes?"
"Is it a sin to be happy for once, goody-two-shoe soul intact let me add, while working for an evil empire intent on destroying itself by killing off all of its valiable clients turned manic from the last 'apocalypse'?"
"Umm no?" the man offered weakly.
"Right then, now piss off," Spike continued roaming. "And Im talking to all of you when I say that-"
"Spikey-Poo!"
"What, woman, what!" Spike threw his arms up in the air in defeat, spinning around. "For Heaven's sake, what!"
"Could you...ummmm..." Harmony shifted the files in her arms and handed the whining vampire a warm mug of otter blood. "Here. Angel always likes his blood in the morning but...he hasnt shown up yet and he never made it to his 8 o'clock. Can you go to his penthouse and give him it? Wait, no, he's in the room with the stairs."
"Give him-?"
Gunn rushed past again with two trailing clients of the demon kind, cutting him off. "She just doesnt want to find him bare-ass naked," he grinned.
"N-No, thats not it, I mean that is it, but...he's probably not...n-no-"
"Oh, he's very much naked. He warned us all he sleeps in the buff."
"No he doesnt. I- I mean...I wouldnt know, b-but..."
"Gunn's right," Lorne put in, walking past on a green phone now. "He sleeps in the nude, Babycakes."
"No, he doesnt!"
Spike turned blazing eyes onto the blond. "And what makes you think I want to see him naked-?"
"He's not naked!" Harmony screamed.
"Who's naked?" the whole office queried curiously.
"Gyaaaa give me that," Spike growled annoyed, taking the mug from from flustered secretary. "Bloody twit you are, Harm. He just better not be naked!" He called out over his shoulder, walking away.
They all grinned and went back to work, all except a very rumpled-looking Harmony, standing lost in the middle of the hallway.
Spike tread lightly around the firm and up the stairs, making his way to the boss's main room. He never liked that room, it was plain and only had black spiral stairs leading up to it, but he found it quite appreciative once Angel had chosen it, hoping the man would leave alone with the rest of the available rooms, especially the once with the grand view and private elevator.
But...Angel had chosen that, too, completely irking the platinum blonde. And now, here he was, playing private secretary to the older vampire. Spike shook his head in disgust, but still threw open the thick oak door, not bothering to knock. Since when did age-old friends stick to pleasantries anyway?
"Hey, you oaf of a saint, wake the hell up and accept Christma-Well, now, looky here!" He smirked evilly as he saw the dark-headed vampire...in bed with somebody else, and not just sleeping, but cuddling. "No wonder you never made it to your '8 o'clock'. Got a little lucky did we?"
He moved closer, grinning wider as he realized the other hadnt woken. "Lets see now. What kind of taste does Undead Cuddles ha-" He jaw dropped along with the mug of dark liquid, it fracturing into large pieces on the dark gray carpet.
Angel awoke with a jolt, gripping the bed and looking around as if in an earthquake.
"Bloody hell, mate! Mate! Thats right! Thats a bloke!" Spike exclaimed shrilly, backing up and wiggling his finger at the other vampire crazily. "I cant believe this! What the hell did you do, get drunk! Thats a damn fucking bloke in your bed, Bossy! Wait the hell 'til everybody hears! Youre fucking queers!"
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Spin. Stop. Spin. Stop. Spin. Stop. The markings kept moving as Connor, the real Connor, stepped back in shock and somewhat fear as the other boy jumped up, moving towards him.
And as he walked, the symbols followed, leaking trails of black alongside his steps.
"There's nothing to fear," he remarked, dark eyes flashing, reaching out a hand and placing it on Connor's taut shoulder. "Not down here, atleast. But...up there..." The boy pointed up, gaze following suit. "Up there is what you should be afraid of. Theyre all up there. They'll hurt you if we dont stop them."
He stepped closer, mouth quirking wickedly, and as Connor heard a clang, he looked down, noticing the symbols that had followed the other Connor were no longer liquid- they had turned to chains. And they were sealed around the boy's ankles, linking him to the center of the circle that he had originally resided in.
But the other took no notice, instead placing himself directly infront of himself and smiling darkly. "They'll hurt you and you'll let them. Then you'll fight them...And then you'll let me," he said, his breath ghosting across Connor's skin. "Because they'll not only hurt you, they'll hurt him. And I cant let that happen. We wont let that happen."
Connor took another step back fearfully, shaking away and out of the other's grip.
But the other continued, arms dropping limply to his side, the dark glint still dancing within his eyes. "You'll see. You'll know. And you'll get hurt. But then you'll search for me. And I'll hurt you. And then I'll help you. I'll be you."
Connor started to shake as he kept moving back, even though he knew the other could get no closer- the chains prevented that. He didnt want to be there anymore. His mother wasnt there and the others had dissappeared and Angel wasnt next to him like he was supposed to be. Only the boy was. The boy with his face and his body and his hair but not his smile or his eyes. Even the Hyperion wasnt the same. It was filled with nothing but cold floors and black. Black chains and black liquid.
"I just..." He looked back at his reflection, stammering. "I-I just want to wake up. I need to wake up. I cant be here anymore. This is wrong." It was all so wrong and he didnt want to remember the hotel with these memories ...or these feelings. He didnt want to fear his home. And there was nothing outside of them. No noise at all. Everything was so silent it was unnerving.
But neither boy moved or, after, spoke, one seemingly sizing up the other.
Spin. Stop.
Spin. Stop
...SPIN.
And then chains broke, the black shattering like glass. The other was suddenly infront of him, almost towering above with a devilish speed, eyes flickering with darkness.
He grinned wickedly and pulled back his fist. "Then wake up."
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"Youre gay!Youre gay, again! Oh for the love of the bloody Hellmouth, you sleep with boys between your fuckinglegs! Bloody hell!!" Spike's screams grew shriller and shriller as Angel leaped out of bed and flew at hysterical vampire, slapping a rough hand over his mouth and slamming him up against the wall with a BAM!
"What the hell's gotten into you, Spike?" Angel hissed harshly, glad he finally silenced the screaming man.
"Me? What the bloody hell's gotten into you!" he cried out, still pinned to the wall. "Or...you into him or...I seriously dont want to know how thats all working out for you!" He blundered along, still shaking his finger at the bed.
Yelling instantly halted, the older man just raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
"Look! Look! There's a male in your bed, man. Are you honestly gonna tell me you didnt notice!?"
Angel's eyes widened, and he whirled around, instantly letting go of the platinum man. Spike looked at the other vamp as if aliens were popping out of his head.
Because Angel had gasped...and then he had smiled almost insanely wide.
"It wasnt a dream..."
"What? Have you finally lost all your marbles, mate? Thats a man."
"No, he's just a boy-"
"-Well, doesnt that make it all better!"
Angel shot him a dirty look. "He's my son, Spike. Thats Connor." He slowly made his way to the bed, watching his son sleep, in awe. And surprise. It was a wonder he hadnt woken up during his and Spike's little "scuffle". The kid must have been dead-tired.
"Well, I guess that's ok..." Spike grumbled, dusting off his jacket. "...Wait. NOOoo. Now youre just a sick man-"
"-Be quiet, Spike," Angel glared, while brushing the hair out of his sleeping boy's face. "You've never had children before. You obviously wouldnt know." He then smiled down at his son and gently ran his fingers through the soft brown hair, but when the boy gave no hint of awakening, he sighed, although somewhat happily, and tucked the blankets around his kid more securely. He leaned forward and kissed the smooth forehead.
"Well, isnt that ju-"
"-What time is it, Spike?"
"...Around nine, master. You missed a meeting Im guessing, and Harmony asked me to-"
"-What the hell broke on my carpet?"
"As I was saying when I was so rudely interrupted," Spike grabbed a chair from the desk and plopped down. "Harmony asked me to bring you up some sauce. Thats why Im here. But dont go blaming me about dropping it! Gay innuendos made me do it."
"Again, I say shut up." Angel finished cleaning up the mess and rubbed his forehead. "Alright, Im going to change. Stay here and watch him for me." Angel grabbed a suit and walked towards his bathroom.
"Yes sirry. And just to let you know, I charge 10 US dollars by the second-"
"Spike. I would fling you out my window to turn into a pile of ash if I knew it wouldnt wake up my kid," came the muffled warning.
"Your daddy would do it, too," Spike mumbled to the sleeping boy, head indicating to the bathroom. "He's crazy like that. Off his rocker, I tell you. I hope its not in the blood, kuz Ive heard some stories, sonny joe. Heard you could pack quite a whallop on your old man..." He trailed off, gazing at the sleeping youth. He couldnt really see any resemblance to Angel at all. Connor was small and very thin, almost stickly, and his hair wasnt as dark a color as the older vampire, but Spike had figured a long time ago that Angel died his hair. Died it dark to fit his glum and gloomy nature. But the texture was different, too. Connor seemed to have very fine hair while Angel's hair was very thick and grew almost like a fro. The only thing that Spike could see them having in common was skin color. Both were very pale, Connor almost beating the immortal. Didnt the kid get any sun at all?
But no, Spike did not see Angel in the boy. He did, however, see the mother. He saw Darla. Very clearly, in fact. Both had small figures and both had small noses. She was the one with the fine hair. Connor also had the angular face, the slightly pointed chin, the small beauty mark on the cheek, the lightest sprinkle of freckles on the nose, the dark and thin red lips, the shockingly blue-colored eyes, the thick trails of blood running out of the nose, the-
Spike blinked in surprise and jumped up out of the chair, tipping it behind him with a small clatter.
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(A/N):YAY! I now kno my ending! XD Lemmee just warn u all, this fik is gonna b LONG. I got almost all of it down but I just hafta fill in the details and WRITE it, so... yeah. Im just gonna info u guys all up, so u dont 4get everybody and get confused. Here:
KEY PLAYERS (not the obvious cast tho) :
Dormon Riley: Connor's fake father that happens 2 drink ALOT. There's a reason why he does that and there's a reason why he will later turn very abusive. WOW I gave it away. Sarcasm sarcasm.
The Essence: The dead from within Wolfram & Hart that was watching father and son sleep. Yes, he's not the psykko and, at the moment, binded 'Connor'. Who he is will b revealed later, but he plays a major part in this.
The Binded 'Connor': Yes, this is the form that all of Connor's previous thoughts and mind itself has taken. He doesnt get out much, though, literally. That will change.
Len McMully: Dormon's old high school buddy, and when I say buddy, I mean buddy. He wont appear 'til later, but when he does, you'll understand what he's about. Heh.
Yeah, so those characters r the main things u hafta worry about.
SIDE CHARACTERS that dont really do much but add on:
NorthNod: Demon thingy from Angel's past. They met in France when Angel was trying 2 "find" himself before he started up the A-Team in L.A. NorthNod wants revenge because Angel killed all his brothers who were, at the time, questing to rule all of France, albeit an evil way- murdering all that got in their way. NorthNod escaped obviously, now seeking to destroy whatever happiness Angel has, which is only one thing as we all know. XD
Emily Riley: Connor's fake mommy. She's hiding something. And apparently, memory-fixes dont really work on her. Maybe bkuz of guilt?
Darla: Connor's true mother. She helps out every now and then, but she wont be able 2 later on. She'll pass her job, however, to somebody else. XD
Vail: The memory-builder. Whats up with people keeping secrets, huh? His secret, though, could kill them all,...well except maybe Angel. Vail wont appear til the end- lucky him.
Ok, so the side people. They wont really do much but fight and give info. Emily wont do shit, tho, but cry...and cry alot.
Also, if I spelled Quar-toth wrong, like changing the 'a' 2 an 'o' anytime in the fik, Im sorry. Its all the same so watever.
MERRY CHRISTMAS 2 ALL.