A/N: This is TouchoftheWind here- this is my first addition to this story besides babbling at Kattz.

The sun was shining and the air pleasantly warm with a cool breeze which ruffled Connor's hair as he climbed from the car- a bag of flowers in his hand. He looked around and saw no other person in the cemetery. He headed off to the left and towards an area which he had visited a few times. A row of headstones was his destination. He came to the first one- which was white and simply had on it the following inscription:

Winifred Burkle

Beloved Daughter and Friend
Always in our Hearts

"Hello, Fred, it's being a while," Connor said and crouched in front of the grave. He removed the old flowers and pulled a new arrangement from his bag.

"I brought you some more flowers. Its purple Iris- it apparently symbolises wisdom," Connor said and placed the flowers down. He grabbed a cloth from his pocket and wiped down the stone and smiled grimly.

"I know you didn't like me very much but I think Dad would want me to visit. I still remember how well you would make me those sandwiches. I didn't realise how good I had it. I also miss your researching skills- hunting isn't as easy though I do find me normal method of hitting the demon until it goes down works most of the time. You would be proud of how much I do get done on my own- I know its due to the spell- but I still remember you sitting with me and teaching me to read and write properly as Father…errr….Holtz only taught me to recite passages from the bible. I never said thank you for that did I?"

Connor sat for a moment and stared at the name. It was a shame that her parents never knew the real reason their daughter passed away, however, lucky they never got to meet Illyria properly. He sometimes wondered where she was…he had heard rumours of her surviving the battle of LA but could never pin her down. It figures that an Old One would live on whilst the rest did not.

Connor stood up and moved down the row to the next headstone which was grey and read:

Charles Gunn

Beloved Friend
Always in our Thoughts

"Hey Gunn," Connor crouched again, "brought you some flowers this time- thought you might feel left out."

He placed the flowers on the grave and cleaned the stone before sitting back on his heals. He sits for a moment and looks down at the flowers, "They are carnations- it means pride. Which I think you should be able to feel after everything you accomplished. The shelter is doing good- told them to call me if they have any vampire problems. They haven't called yet."

Connor stood up and moved down to the next headstone, this one was also grey and read:

In Memory of
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

Dear Friend and Protector

"Wes," Connor placed down some flowers with a nod and wiped the cloth over the cold stone, "you probably know what these flowers mean. Since you know everything already- but humour me. They mean admiration- it's an odd flower but I thought it fit- Heather is apparently common on the moors in England. I wonder if we would have eventually ended up there if your plan to take had worked. While I know it wasn't true what you found out I kind of wish you had taken me. I wouldn't have ended up in Quor-Toth and then Angel probably wouldn't have worked for Wolfram and Hart as I wouldn't have threatened to blow myself up. It would have being nice growing up with you I think. Probably would have come by these smarts that the deal gave me on my own with you around."

Moving down to the next headstone, which was white and had gold script, Connor placed another bunch of flowers down and gave the grave's lettering trace with his fingers.

"Hey, Cordy," Connor whispered.

The inscription had long since being burned into his memory.

In Loving Memory of Cordelia Chase
Friend, Mother, and Protector

"I know its being a while but it's surprisingly busy at college- who knew learning dead languages would be so lively," Connor gave a smile and sat down properly.

"I brought more flowers, these are Amaryllis- they mean splendid beauty," Connor stated, "I miss you- I know it's weird to miss you. The you I knew weren't really you but someone possessing you. But at times I get flashes from when I was a baby I think- of you and Angel looking after me. I'm not sure whether it's my imagination which has created this or if it's real. But I miss you."

Connor sat for another five minutes or so just chatting about trivial things like his latest prank with Sarah or his Dad canceling on him yet again before moving onto the next grave.

This one was slightly bigger than the rest and had two inscriptions on it:

Liam Angel Aurelius and Darla Aurelius
Loving Parents

William 'Spike' Aurelius
Dear Friend

Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts, not amid joy.
-Hemans

"Hey, Dad, Mom, Spike," Connor smiled and placed the largest bunch of flowers down. It was a colourful arrangement with many flowers in- most of them night blooming ones.

"I'm going to go after Wolfram and Hart…I know you wouldn't want this but I can't have other people go through what I have. I can't let them get away with hurting people and leaving loved ones behind to grieve and never get closure for themselves. How many people have fallen victim to Wolfram and Hart and their families don't even know? They just have to report them missing and never find out why." Connor started and could almost hear his family protesting but in the fading light of the day as the instinct to hunt started to stir he told his lost family of his plan.

"I know it's odd since that's what I'm basically what I am doing to the Sheppard family. But I need to do this. Besides we all know that I'm not meant for the happy ending. Ever since the spell broke, even before sometimes, I would feel reality slipping and the pain come back. I'm damaged and in the long run I would only get them hurt or killed," as tears began to fall and his throat hurt from sobs which came from him he felt himself break a little inside.

"I hope to succeed before I get killed or something. My existence so far has not amounted to much except to bring about bad things- even my daughter was evil. I can't do much good in this world. Maybe that's what it takes to fight Wolfram and Hart…someone who knows Hell and can be utterly ruthless," Connor wept.

"I don't think I'll be back before I go but I hope that someone from the Council maybe finds these graves and looks after them. Faith or Willow maybe. I've left some messages at the Council letting them know this location- so maybe."

Connor stood and looked down the row of graves with a heavy heart.

"And then there was one," he whispered as tears began to silently from blue eyes and his soul too heavy with loss to shine anymore and as the last rays of the run fell over the horizon Connor left to spend one last week on Earth.

A/N 2: Kattz here! I'd like to thank TouchoftheWind for her contribution. The awesome beta that she is. And to all of our readers out there that have sticking around all this time- we really appreciate it :)