Chapter One

This story begins several months after the season 5 finally. Shifting POV.

Months after the battle with W+H Angel and Connor come face to face again. This is my first FanFic Please read and review. Ideas and constructive criticism welcomed and wanted. Sorry it's so short, more to come.

Connor took one last glance around the thinning crowd and then a glance at his watch. It was nearly three which meant he was done. By three the threat of dawn was far too real for any vampires to dare to enter a club looking to pick up some young foolish thing for a snack. He walked from the edge of the dance floor back past the bar and through a set of double swinging doors. He entered into a long room filled with men and women, all drunk .They were all sitting at table enjoying each others jokes far too much and all arrogantly unaware of anyone not sitting with them.

He walked past them all and entered into a hallway walked to the end and knocked on an office door. After being told to enter he approached Mr. Thorn's desk. Mr. Thorn was an average man in most respects perhaps, a little bit greasier. He was the owner of "Spun" one of L.A.'s hottest new clubs and was quite the business man. He was also well aware of the "night life" in L.A. and knew that disappearing patrons was perhaps the only bad form of publicity and he was anxious to avoid that. That's where Connor came in.

"Nothing tonight" Connor said as he reached Mr. Thorn's desk "we're all clear"

"Very good, Connor, very good" Said Mr. Thorn pulling out a drawer and pulling out an envelope, he handed it to Connor saying "Well we'll see you Thursday then"

Connor nodded as he took the envelope and turned leaving the room. He walked down the hallway, through the VIP room and took one last glance as he walked past the bar and exited the club.

Wearing just jeans and a black shirt Connor was not meant to be a member of the club's official security which was ideal because most times after leaving he would do a few sweeps of the surrounding area before heading home. However, tonight was different, he had been exhausted all night and was more than ready to go home and sleep. Nightmares still haunted him every time he closed his eyes and because of this he was unable to find any real rest. Sometimes they were of Quortoth and other times he found himself in that shopping mall with all of those people tied up again, but most nights it was the others.

He turned out of an ally and on to a street frequented enough during normal hours to have earned traffic lights but at this late hour there was no one in sight and only the faint sounds of traffic drifting from the downtown area could be heard. He was starting to lull from the monotony of taking step after step.

"Only three blocks to go" He said to himself but just as the thought crossed his mind another entered that made his muscles tense. There was something going on in the ally about a half a block up from where he was standing currently. It sounded like a struggle was going on and the training he had received from life told him the impossibly fast movements that he was hearing couldn't be from a human.

Connor pulled out a wooden stake that he had hidden in a pocket he had sown into the inner lining of his jacket, the perfect size for holding just such a tool. His senses were suddenly alive again as he crept quietly towards the ally keeps as close to the wall as possible and holding his stake at the ready. As he grew closer the fighting in the ally ahead became more intense. Connor peeked around the corner trying to get a look at what it was that was in that ally. Connor saw a large green demon easily over six feet tall covered in scales that appeared to be quite sharp. He could also see the back of another smaller demon possibly a vampire. He moved back taking a second to consider and then returned the stake to seize a large knife that he had hiding on the other side of his jacket. He decided to take the one with the razor scales first and worry about the vampire second.

With one last breath Connor turned around quickly hurling himself into the ally. He moved as a blur running towards some wooden crates jumping off those and using the momentum to propel himself into the air. He turned in midair and sunk his large knife into the surprised demons head as he came down. The demon's shocked expression hadn't even vanished from its face as it began to sink to its knee's. Connor however wasn't paying attention; he dashed back down the ally to the figure half hidden in darkness. As he ran he looked down to reach for the stake he had replaced in his lining and just as he reached the demon he pulled out the stake and lunged, driving the stake down with all his might towards the beast's heart. As the beast turned to dust Connor walked strait through it, annoyed by his detour, he continued on his way home. Unknown to him he had been observed by a figure on the building above and as he made his way home he led his pursuer there as well.

Connor had finally made it back to his apartment. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys, unlocking the door, he opened it taking a step in before shifting his weight to turn while simultaneously drawing a knife bringing it to his pursuer's neck. "I'm really not in the mood for thi…." Connor started but trailed off as he looked his pursuer in the eyes, and his father stared back into his.