(A/N): Song is Destroy Everything You Touch by Ladytron. Sorry the chaps r so late XD

Precious Destruction: Chapter 6- Destroying the Dangers

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Climbing slowly out of the bed he had chosen so as the creature nearby, always near, would not hear, Connor silently treaded to the window and looked out, the glow of the moonlight, the thing that protected, and the glow of the hotel's own lights below illuminating his pale and blank features.

It was dark outside.

But so much brighter than the space behind him.

The darkness was creeping in again, surrounding him and trying to lead him away, to bring him back to who he was and what he was suppose to be doing, but instead he was still and quiet, the pain having completely disappeared to be replaced with the emptiness that was before.

Father would be horrified at what he was doing.

Nothing.

He was letting the thing get to him.

The night had confused him. Angel protected the very people his kind fed off of. And he did it for a living.

That fact would have excused his actions in the boy's eyes, but at the club, the vampire had staked the others and got nothing out of it. He instead was smiling and laughing as he killed the monsters around him.

And he had smiled at him.

Tried to PROTECT him.

Comfort and protection, Father warned of such things. Warned of many colors that seemed bright and beautiful.

But...

Father never said Angel was happy.

Father never told him that.

Angelus was a creature surviving under an innocent and beautiful face, a murderer deceiving others by killing off his own to gain friends, human friends, to hide him and protect him when he let the false facade slip and became the monster he truly was again. He was a thing that drank the blood of mortals to get strength, that hunted and tortured innocents because it was in his nature. A nature he approved of and enjoyed.

Thats what Father had always taught him. Angel was truly a monster.

But throughout his whole time staying with the vampire, he saw nothing of that. Angel was happy, chose his face to not scare others, protected and saved, had friends that looked up to him, drank the blood of lower creatures and not humans, and...loved.

Loved the world.

Loved his city.

Loved his friends.

Loved his...son.

A son tormented by the fact the man could love him whilst he was raised and trained his whole life to end the gift of existence the vampire was given.

Father had said Angel tried to kill him at birth.

It was a day ago Connor had tried to kill the monster in return.

And it was a day ago, Angel had professed with pleading eyes that he loved him.

Those words had torn the boy apart. The monster had no right to say them. No one truly knew what it meant to love, especially not the vampire.

He had loved Father and loved to believe the feelings were returned. Father was righteous and had loved a family 'he' lost and took extreme measures to salvage the damned. To purge the sin out of the impossible. In his eyes , that was love. Father had said 'he'would never touch 'his' own flesh and blood in such a way, that 'he' had cleansed the creature that seeped into 'his' own mortal daughter in similar ways...

But

"You heal, Stephen," the man explained quietly as he reached for the trembling back drenched and streaked in red, "because God is giving you another chance at surviving- at living a life devoid of sin." His fingers finally brushed against the youth, trailing along within the raw cuts and gashes as the boy gasped and whimpered then tried to bite down the welling scream of pain when the person behind him pressed into the wounds. "He is forgiving you by allowing the demon to take control again. And God is giving me another chance as well, son. Another chance to purify you." He dug his fingers in deeper, the warm liquid washing over them as the boy in front of him finally let out his yell of anguish.

"Father, it hurts! Its hurts, Father!"

"I know, my boy, I know." But he didnt stop.

"Father, please stop! Stop it!" The tears poured forth now. "Stop, Father! It hurts! Please! It hurts too much!" The pain seared through him, throbbing and engulfing his whole body as the man behind him now had his whole hand covered in the red. "Stop," he sobbed, "STOP! I CANT...YOURE HURTING M-!"

/SLAP/

Stephen flew forward from the blunt hit, landing in a heap on the ground with his hands flying to his face to protect himself from the rest of the rage, all the while whimpering and screaming in gut-wrenching agony as the dirt and slime and rocks rubbed into his wounds, causing them to burn even more so.

"How dare you!" Hissed the dark figure now standing over him. "How dare you speak to me in that way! I am your father and you will NOT address me in any other way, do you hear me, boy!"

"Yes, Father," Stephen whimpered, struggling back into his kneeling position but the movement caused his body to quake and his pain to enhance, so he soon became the sobbing child and pitiful thing the man always sneered upon and tried to teach differently.

Moving forward, Daniel Holtz instead bent low, almost kneeling himself, something the boy had not anticipated in the slightest. In fear, though, he looked up, eyes wide with wary fright.

His chin was grabbed and head tipped up.

"Do you hate me now, son?" His voice was gentle again, so gentle that Stephen found himself quickly shaking his head, in urgency or honesty, he just couldnt tell.

"Are you denying because youre afraid?"

Stephen shook his head again, this time more vehemently because of the anger coursing through him at his fear being plain to see. His father then diverted his gaze to the boy's back and gave a slow nod at what he saw.

"The evil has reappeared, Stephen."

His body shook again as Stephen turned to try and see over his shoulder, feeling the the wave of tingles prickle his skin in a sign of his demonic healing and also feeling mute horror wash over his features when his healing was almost complete.

Not as much horror for his body, though, and what was hidden away in it, but for the acts his Father was to later commit- the acts he would have to endure in penance for being the container of unspeakable evil.

He turned back as his Father straightened and looked up towards the purple sky of hell.

"Another day, Stephen. We were both given another day. God loves you, son."

And Stephen believed that.

Because if he believed God loved him, then Father loved him too.

After all, Father was a righteous man, a GOOD man, that saved and loved God and did His biddings, so if Stephen was loved by God, then Father would surely love him to.

'He' loved him.

'He' LOVED him.

Even as 'he' stepped closer again.

Love was born out of something primal, something that ached, something so raw it hurt, and something that only had existence so it could bring about hate.

He had ached.

He had been hurt.

He hated.

Angel lied. He didnt love, he couldnt. He didnt hate anything. And Connor could never love him, because...

Hate was not found there.

He could learn to hate everything else, everybody else, he could learn to LOVE, but...Angel would never be a part of it.

Because he was going to be destroyed. The thing would die. He would kill it and quickly, in revenge for making him feel this way and think weird things.

For making him question his upbringing and Father's truths and the way he hurt and everything he had done.

There was nothing else to come from this trial of being brought into the vampire's home in company of other humans and set up to look like a child lost then soon found and meant to be loved by a murderer-turned-saint.

Angel would die.

He would kill him. It. Whatever he was and whatever he brought.

He destroyed everything he touched and that had touched him, and Angel would be no different.

Angel would be no different at all.

Though taking a different approach, one that was more cruel and heartless, the vampire would soon enact the same fate onto him just as another father had done in the past.

But Connor feared most the hour the man prove that belief true. Because it would mean he was still existing to do it, and still existing meant Connor had failed.

He had wanted to meet the vampire and he met him; now he wanted to kill the monster and he would do it. Soon. Because anything else meant he was failing.

And falling.

The Destroyer.

He DESTROYED.

Everything sinful. Everything evil.

Angel would be no different.

Connor put his fingers to the cold glass, feeling the nightly chill seep in further.

With the blazing orange of the sky behind them, three figures cautiously climbed up the deadened hill, one righteous man, one man only knowing an evil language, and one boy trailing behind, a blank look to his features. The two figures in front of him stood side-by-side, gazing down at the large village below.

The large village that was filled with shrieks and yowls and screams of frenzy.

Demons. They were all demons.

The shaman Raeflin and Daniel Holtz were speaking in low tones in the Quor-toth language, taking no notice, for the time being, of the small child beside them, staring down at all the creatures running amok now with a look of disgust across his dirty face.

"Here lies the heart of hell, my friend," Holtz was saying, a sneer in his voice. "Watch their time wane thin before us."

"Its not them Im concerned about. Like Ive told you, its what theyre protecting that I want. The Orb heightens one's magical gifts. You should only have him kill the-"

"He will slaughter them all."

Raeflin was silent, still very much wary of the righteous man on his side. He, instead, directed his gaze to the boy, choosing to again speak after a moment. "I only need him to clear the area so I can get the Orb. How should we begin this?"

Holtz didnt even look away from the monsters below. "Tell him what has to be done and its done."

Stephen, who, along with his father, was still gazing down at the havok the evil things were creating, suddenly bristled as the shaman stood next to him, not turning away from the scene before him though.

Raeflin noticed. "Its alright, boy, I mean no harm. Im only to fill you in on what you will be fighting." Stephen stayed quiet so he continued, pointing out to random creatures that were attacking each other and others below. "Those there, the grey ones that move like you and I do, theyre called Trukks. Theyre telepaths. Mind readers. They enjoy speaking to their victims before attacking. And they have a special taste for human blood. They'll want to bring it out of you. All of it. All that they can." His hand moved to point out others, but he gave a cautious frown when the boy didnt follow his direction, instead, staring at his finger. "Junkens. Theyre the red-eyed ones. Strong and fast. They like to attack from behind and the sides, never in front. Waste no time in killing them. Jomjoms. They can fly. Theyre not at all hard too destroy. They get distracted easily but theyre springy and like to attack from above. Also, they will carry you away if you are not too careful. Karthaks. Theyre the green creatures. Slow-moving but their touch is poisonous. Not deadly, but you'll be feeling ill for days. They travel in hordes, so-"

"-He knows."

Raeflin stilled, looking towards the other man in shock. "He needs to-"

"-He knows." Daniel Holtz smirked, folding his arms, finally holding eye-contact with the light-haired shaman.

Raeflin hesitantly nodded, then focused dark eyes onto blue. "Kill them quickly."

"I dont take orders from YOU," came the cold reply in English. The shaman took a step back at the tone and the feral snarl now adorning the youth's lips.

Holtz suddenly moved past him, stepping right in front of the boy, while putting his large palms onto thin shoulders. Stephen flinched at the touches, the action not going unnoticed by both of the older men. Daniel smiled.

"Stephen. Remember what Ive taught you. Remember what Ive told you." He paused, his eyes turning hard. "Destroy them all."

And Stephen nodded without question, head held high. "Yes, Father." With that, he turned and sprinted down the hill at incredible and unnatural speed, pumping both blades attached to his arm braces as he ran.

"Why didnt you tell him?"

"Tell him what?" Holtz questioned, staring after the boy, arms crossed again.

The shaman didnt answer that, instead voicing out his own opinions. "On foot, it would take him days to make it through that village alive even at that speed, much less butcher-"

"-Massacre."

"What?"

"Massacre. He will massacre them," Holtz corrected with a knowing nod.

"He will die."

"He will live."

"He's just a child."

"Ive taught him well."

"You seem to hold an unbelievable amount of "faith" in your son-"

"He's not my son." Now Raeflin received a glare. "I would never treat my own the way I do him. I kidnapped him and now, Im raising him. He's an impossible feat. An abomination. The bastard son of two vampires."

Raeflin gasped, head swiveling to take in the sight of the scampering boy. "Conception from the barren...Thats not...Thats not even feasible..."

"He will show you his proof. The proof of what he truly is."

They were silent a moment, listening to the screams from below, until Raeflin spoke up again, his initial shock over with temporarily. "Well, either way, he seems to listen to you well. He follows your orders." He tilted his head. "I wonder what his reward is at the end of the day..." All of a sudden, he smirked, raising an eyebrow. "He's a very beautiful boy."

Holtz glanced at him, lip curled in obvious revulsion. "Yes, a boy. And like you said, just a CHILD. I know very well of your rituals and I wont have Stephen a part of them. He can be damaged," tainted, mind polluted, desacrated, corrupt the purity of, and made to bleed every night in vengeance to the ones who ironically gave him life whilst they held none themselves, "but not broken." He turned away, not even caring to see the shaman's reaction, and grinned down at the view before him.

Stephen had reached the opening of the village.

"We have been brought a funeral, my friend, a ceremony for the damned. And have now been made to witness Death in its creation. So lets enjoy it, shall we?"

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Once through the opening, Stephen's arms were raised out in front of him, ready to obliterate anything he came in contact with, and didnt even take the time to see all the chaos before him as he swiftly moved to his first kills- two large hairy beasts already duking it out- ducking in between them, and slicing them both instantly at the same time.

Destroy Everthing You Touch Today
Destroy Me This Way

He ran, the blood and pieces and putrid liquids flying all around him while he went to the next, hacking at it quickly, and the next, mangling it before slitting its throat. Things, clear creatures with wavering bodies, jumped on him and shimmied up his form as he was practically slipping in evil's gore and he kicked the air, launching the shrieking monsters up, slashing them to bits as they fell.

Things attacked him from both sides, some recognizable, some unrecognizable due to their own battles beforehand, some not even describable, but it didnt matter, he thought little on it as he bludgened them all to death, hissing and growling in rage as their extremeties splattered onto his already dirtied face.

Anything That May Desert You
So It Cannot Hurt You

He propelled his body forward, scaling crumbling stone walls to increase energy flow and relishing in the screams of pain he heard when they fell and crushed the damned on the other sides. Slice. Slice. Hack. Hack. Pierce. Sever. Slit. Shrieks and howls and screeches shrilled all around him as he sped past, stabbing at them all, and things finally took notice of him, turning away from their previous prey when realizing he was the greater threat.

They all loped towards the boy.

But Stephen got to them first.

You Only Have To Look Behind You
At Who's Underlined You

He continued his bloody rampage, body not at all exhausted but instead trilling with excitement and pleasure as each monster he saw fell before he was even past them. Jomjoms dropped from the trees and off rock pillars, their claws scratching the air in anticipation to be used as they headed for him, but Stephen saw past that, knew stopping was not an option in any case, and sprung high from off a dead Junken's back, removing a knife that was strapped under his animal skin shirt, and spinning as he sliced in half one of the flying creatures looming over him.

Destroy Everything You Touch

Falling back lightly to the ground, he withdrew two small daggers from his leg holsters before he straightened, flinging them with supernatural strength up in the air towards the remaining two, eliminating them efficiently while not even looking away from the messy ground.

Today
Destroy Me This Way

He did, however, turn to see them fall.

And to grin as their meaningless lives escaped them.

Everything You Touch You Don't Feel

Things ran for him as he shot past, small, hairy, and red creatures scurrying towards him, too low to slash when not in midair, so he sidestepped for the nearest forgotten weapon and leaped up over diving demons, killing them first as he flew down towards the others, the ax hitting home and sticking before his feet touched the ground, so he used the momentum to flip in the air, letting go of the blade, and flung out his arm knives, careening towards beasts backing away in fear.

Do Not Know What You Steal

With his heightened speed, he was already half-way through the rotting village, half-way to his destination, his goal, his silent order from his supposed father.

But it wasnt quick enough.

Deep down, he knew he was being timed by the man. This was another test, just like all the rest, except now it would be different. This was the turning point- not just a chance at slaying an unbelievable amount of monsters, but a way to prove he was truly strong and truly cunning.

An opportunity to show his father all he had learned and that he COULD be saved. He wasnt meant for evil. He was meant to KILL evil.

Destroy evil.

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Walks You Out Of The Sun

He knew that.

And he drilled it over and over in his head as a demon actually managed to catch a hit on him, flicking his head back and jaw clacking together loudly, but he stopped the second punch from connecting, instead swinging wide and retaliating, then grabbing the snarling thing by the throat and dragging it with him as he continued on with his tirade of storming the area and slaughtering anything in his path, but dropping the scraggly beast and stomping on its throat quickly when its screams of terror became almost too loud to bear.

What You Touch You Dont Feel
Do Not Know What You Steal

He was almost through with the distance, could see a somewhat intact stone temple just up ahead, and was practically annihilating everything gleefully now in his eagerness to reach for something he knew he could accomplish easily, but a movement on the side caught his eye as he ducked a blow from infront.

A screaming and crying movement. A begging movement.

A HUMAN movement.

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He managed to slice his looming attacker then instantly switched his gaze to the trembling woman in the crumbling hut. She was on her knees and sobbing, babbling histerically in Quor-toth tongue, arms wrapped around her disgustingly bloated belly as she rocked back and forth.

He stepped forward cautiously, eyes darting nervously all around as he tried to make his voice sound calm. "You can go," he said in English, "It's safe." For now and not for long, since he was the one actually initiating the battle. More things were up front, ahead of him, but there was a clear and bloody path behind him.

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But the lady only looked up from the dirt, still screaming, tears running quickly down her scarred face. "Kill me! Kill me! It hurts! I dont want it! Kill me! Kill me! Please! Im afraid! Im so afraid! I dont want it!" And then she lifted her arms, motioning to her belly, sobbing almost without breath now as Stephen finally realized what exactly he was looking at.

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Not a bloated stomach.

A pregnancy.

He almost reeled back in shock as she continued to shrill. "Kill me! Kill me! Please kill me! Kill me! I dont want it!"

Destroy Me This Way

And as that comment finally sunk it, he froze, gaining a hard look quickly.

How could she not want her own baby?

"Where's the father?" He was running out of time. He would have to do this quickly if he were to get them all out unharmed. "Where's the father?" He repeated louder when she turned away again, moaning in pain, holding herself.

"Kill me kill me kill mekillmekillmekillme-"

"The father!" Stephen suddenly yelled, leaping over to grab at her arm almost roughly. She looked up and stared into his wide and bitter eyes, her own filling with new tears.

Anything That May Delay You

"Monster," she croaked out, not understanding his language. "Monster," she repeated, pointing to her belly then at the doorway behind him. And in the doorway was the large black dead demon he had just recently gotten rid of. "Monster. Kill me. Kill me," she responded quietly now in both their horror, sounding as if she would drown in her own tears.

Might Just Save You

Stephen let her go quickly, pulling his arm back as if he had gotten burned, but not a split-second later, a sickened grimace appeared over his features.

"Kill me kill me kill me kill me..."

He reached out towards her again.

"...Kill me kill me kill me kill m-"

Then with a wet thunk, he pulled back a last time, turning away quickly from the sight.

Evil had been growing inside her with no way out. It wasnt even possible to live through the birth, either one of them.

You Only Have To Look Behind You
At Who's Underlined You

He kept telling himself that as he walked away, back into his awaiting chaos, fresh blood now splashed on his cheek and neck.

She hadnt been that much different from him.

Evil growing from within.

Evil INSIDE.

Destroy Everything You Touch

As he ran, blood covered him.

Blood coated him.

He slit and slashed, yowls ringing in his ears, walls falling all around him, but not once did he think about detering from his goal.

Today
Destroy Me This Way

He had promised his father.

And the promise was now right in front of him.

Surrounded by guards.

Karthaks

Everything You Touch You Don't Feel
Do Not Know What You Steal

The unarmed green demons puffed out, heads held high, trying to seem intimidating as they were finally faced with the boy that had almost completely ravaged the village of its spawn.

Stephen stepped up the cracked slabs of the shrine, walking now only to have the advantage. The things looked at him cautiously, bodies somewhat relaxing as he made no other move, until one came forward, now cocky and deciding to taunt the human child before attacking.

But Stephen had waited for that all along.

Shakes Your Hand
Takes Your Gun
Walks You Out Of The Sun

The other Karthaks didnt even see how their leader was hit, the body slumping to the side and green blood flying everywhere, and before they could even gasp in realization, Stephen was upon them, noticing them all in a straight line and making one long and fatal swipe, he severed them all through the stomachs at the same time. Their bodies all flew back by his force and fell, showing him his prize.

Once You Touch You Dont Feel
Do Not Know What You Steal

A translucent orb, its inside swirling with light, mounted on a rock stand.

Stephen hated magic, hated even more the humans that used it, but at that moment, he reluctantly understood the pull of it, the calling. The piece of shiny stone was beautiful, awing in fact, and almost soothing as it glowed with the power it held.

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He went to it, feet shuffling forward almost on their own, and picked it up, eyes transfixed as he held it in his palm, and so entranced by the soft light, he failed to react to the flicker of movement on his right.

But stiffened at the green hand suddenly around his throat.

Everything You Touch You Don't Feel
Do Not Know What You Steal

And counterattacked just as quickly.

Shakes Your Hand
Takes Your Gun
Walks You Out Of The Sun

"Here is your death, child."

Stephen's upper lip curled at the word directed towards him as the last remaining Karthak took in the appearance of the one that had killed all of his kind from the village.

Stephen stared up at him calmly, eyes hard. The Karthak almost frowned at that.

Once You Touch You Don't Feel
Do Not Know What You Steal

"Do you not fear me?" After another moment of silence and thinking the boy was again not going to respond, he opened his mouth.

But Stephen beat him to it.

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"Why should I?" He said slowly, then grinned feral, showing his teeth as he hissed. "You're already dead." A quick second later, the monster looked down at his belly, finally seeing the pale arm sticking through it then sliding out with a bloodied blade.

Please Destroy Me

Stephen uncurled the claws around his throat himself as he sneered at the appalled evil who soon collapsed on the temple's floor before him, before gazing down at his prize again and tossing it lightly in the air, suddenly not feeling a care in the world.

This Way

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Daniel Holtz stared out from atop the hill, noticing with slight sliver of pride he couldnt extinguish so easily that the screams from the demon-infested village below had decreased drastically.

And that nothing had escaped.

He looked over his shoulder, eyes narrowing in annoyance as he saw the thin shaman moving around again. "What are you doing?"

"We need to set up camp," Raeflin muttered, bending down to chisel magical symbols in the dirt with his spear-shaped wand.

"There's no need."

"Its getting late."

"Well, if you truly insist on wasting your time..." Holtz sneered at him disdainfully as the shaman knit his brows, finally giving in and standing up to join him at the edge.

"He will not be here by nightfall...if he even makes it back alive at all. You are being blinded by the fact he has youth on his side-"

"-Not just youth." And pointing, Daniel Holtz proved that statement true.

Stephen had finally emerged from the village, albeit it moving slower than usual and body not at all carrying weapons like he had done so going in. But that wasnt what had the English holy man frowning in thought and eyes crinkling in confusion.

Stephen was walking casually away.

And in the next instance, he had blinked completely out of existence.

Raeflin gasped. "He's vanished." He looked around quickly, growing alarmed. "Have my eyes deceived me?"

"No," Daniel replied quietly, not understanding himself.

That is, until he heard the snap of twigs and slight rustle of dead leaves from behind them. He turned around slowly, already expecting what he'd find. From beside him, Raeflin had frozen.

"Stephen."

The boy stood before them, body oddly relaxed and gaze slowly traveling upwards to meet their own, his eyes almost unnaturally dark.

Holtz took in the sight of the child, noticing with a small grimace the blood and gore seeping off the vampire offspring.

The shaman gulped, his voice shaking. "H-How did he move past us?" He turned away, looking down at the carnage below where a primal and thriving village once stood as Daniel congratulated its young eradicator.

"Well done, my boy," he said, deciding to await and accept the small smile of delight and gratification from the child that was surely to come, but Stephen did nothing and said nothing, continuing to just stare blankly at them both, not even moving.

And the Englishman was shocked to realize he was almost unnerved by the look alone.

"He didnt kill them all," Raeflin suddenly spoke up. The older man turned to see what the shaman was talking about. "Those two there," a thin finger indicated. And sure enough, a pair of Sarbins, deep orange, hairless biped-like creatures, were fleeing from the entrance, their bodies torn but legs pumping quickly to enhance the dire escape. "All but two though," Raeflin marveled in awe nevertheless, "and in such a short-"

His sentence was cut off as he gasped.

And the two monsters screamed in sinc, feeling the wrath of their own demise.

Holtz caught the sharp flicker of movement from the corner of his eye and a split-second later, it was all over.

The Sarbins both gave one final cry before falling together, a large rod sticking out of their chests and pinning their bodies together, blue liquid exploding outwards.

The end of the shaman's sharp wand protruded from their backs, thrown with such a force, it had penetrated them both, even as they ran.

Holtz tensed, turning back to the boy stiffly.

The younger man beside him was completely slack-jawed, facing the youth already. "The Destroyer," he breathed out, whether in fear or awe Daniel couldnt distinguish. "This child is the Destroyer. Never have I known...SEEN such destruction. Such beautiful destruction..."

The holy man, however, was not so thrilled. "Stephen," he said somewhat cautiously, holding out his hand. "Stephen...Give it to me."

Again, he was answered with a stone face and silence.

"Stephen," his voice rose to commanding, "give it to me. Now."

Raeflin frowned at them both. "What are you-"

"Stephen," Holtz cut the other man off. "Do not disobey me."

The vampire's son twitched at that, finally blinking and starting to come around. His eyes widened and he stammered, becoming embarrassed soon after for his weakness. "I-I feel...weird." Powerful. Too powerful.

But it was also frightening.

"I know, my son," Holtz nodded, fixing him with a hard look. "Its because of what's in your hand. Now give it to me."

Stephen tilted his head, feeling strangely unsure, but this was Father, his mind silently told him, pleaded to him, there was nothing to question, so he glanced down before opening his palm, and heard the shaman cry out as the small object was hastily launched into the air.

The vampire hunter caught it easily and gave a small knowing grin to the man beside him.

The shocked, shaken, completely astounded, and silently hysterical man beside him.

"I believe our...arrangement was this?" He held up the glowing orb. "And just as I assumed- you did nothing to earn it." But he cast it over anyways, watching almost amused as the shaman practically leaped high in the sky just to touch the thing.

"Nothing to earn it?" Raeflin questioned after a moment of trying to gain control of himself, sounding insulted. He clenched the ball tightly in his hand. "Our accord was for me to lead you safely to a village for your child to slay and in return, gain its most valuable artifact-"

"-Id say we outmatched you, then." But Daniel turned away from the glare to give a small, pleased smile to Stephen.

A smile that quickly turned into a cold look.

"Come here."

The Miracle Child instinctively obeyed, flinching noticeably as an aged hand gripped his thin arm roughly.

"What's the matter with your hand?"

Stephen looked down, finally seeing the large green blotch himself. His head was forcefully shoved upwards soon after and neck turned quickly to the side.

The grip tightened in anger.

Both men could now clearly see the green marks in the shape of a claw wrapping around the pale throat.

Connor absently fingered the spot as he remembered.

He had been sick for days, sick with a poison from a demon's touch, and just thinking about it, mulling it over in his head, he was suddenly overcome with a cold chill as he realized Angel was no different.

A demon's touch.

Poison.

Banishing the sudden bout of uneasiness away, though, he reached forward again, gripping the knobs of the window and lifting up, a crisp gust of wind cooling his skin as it easily opened without a sound.

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"He's a fucking killer."

"Lorne!" Fred reproached the telepath as if astounded by his language. They had gathered downstairs, the evening's events jarring them all into restlessness.

"Sorry, let me take the time to beep out my words while I try to sustain a living life force here...He's a fucking killer. BEEP. " Lorne shakily lifted his brandy to his lips. Fred frowned at him as Gunn just stared at them both. "Now that I have the time to think rationally and NOT fend for my health," Gunn rolled his eyes at that part, "I'll let u kiddies in on something. I didnt need to read that...that terror-tot to know what he was planning to do. He was gonna kill my booty from the moment he laid eyes on me." He gulped down his alcohol. "And he wouldnt have even blinked. Quor-toth changed him. That child isnt what Angel thinks he is- wants to BELIEVE he is. I dont even think...I dont even think he's human anymore, and I dont mean the literary sense."

"If Quor-toth changed him, which would be understandable, it was HELL-"

"Yeah, it wasnt summer camp," Gunn interjected.

Fred continued, speaking slowly. "If it changed him, then we can change him back. Angel can. I know he can. He loves him and he's Connor's father..."

"But is it enough?" The green demon questioned them both solemnly. "His kid's been completely brainwashed by a madman. And we dont even know what it was like in there. What that boy's seen..."

"Definitely not no summer getaway..." Gunn murmurred again, staring down at his hands as he tapped away on the hotel's main desktop.

Fred shook her head, now looking troubled. "We shouldnt be discussing this. It's Angel's business-"

"-When Angel's 'business' concerns us all, not to mention wants to KILL us all, we have every right to atleast voice our opinions," Lorne said, refilling his glass.

A silence fell over them all after that.

And not one of them heard the vampire quietly stalk out of his hotel, a creature blending in perfectly with the night.

An angry angel with very acute hearing.

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(A/N): Yeah, so u see, I was spose 2 get this out before I left for N.C. (HICK STATE!) and Im really sorry I didnt. And wow, was this chap long. Only one more chap 2 go, then Im just gonna hiatus this and work on my others, but Im still making wallpapers for this, so dont get 2 pissed off... backing away slowly

R&R if u wanna. My Heat Wave 1-shot will be out next.

No one read below this unless u want major spoilers for L&F S&S!

To Terra Fea: SO LONG! IM SORRY! READ IF U WANT! ITS EVERYTHING U NEED! (I think)

Ok, I decided to answer your question here (using almost correct English WOW) kuz (oops) answering it on L&F S&S's page would just be stupid and the people that like guessing would have it out for me, so I hope you're reading this.

I explained, when I started the fik, I seriously had no plans for it at all, I just wanted Connor back up that elevator and into Angel's arms no matter what, so I did that.

And I wanted this fik to be about them being happy and kinda mushy, which is so true (NOT INCEST!)

The fik's AU, yes I know.

Dormon and Emily and Val arent even the peoples's real names, yes I know that too. I just cant see big skary LAWRENCE. Thats a stupid name. Colleen is stupid too. I never did listen to the girl's name, so...

Anyways, ok, now like before, I just made this fik to satisfy myself on Angel and Connor, I dont care about W&H or how insane and warped Wesley is slowly becoming because of Fred's death, or that Cordy should already be dead and Gunn in pleasantville hell.

Connor and Cordy never happened.

All that aside, I'll just let u in on everything Im working to, so spoilers spoilers, but u sound like u need them, so here you go.

This all started out in the mall where Connor was rampaging and getting suicidal and Angel wanted to save him so desperately, so he accepted the W&H deal on that alone, slit his son's throat to innitiate the spell, and handed Connor over. That all I kept true.

Now my story. My AU story.

The spell. Yeah, that wasnt the end of it. In my fik, there is much more needed then just a simple stroke to the throat. I just ended that as a spell to not "kill" Connor but leave him blissfully unconscious for a while. Angel didnt know that.

Lilah had to seal everything away.

She sealed Quor-toth, meaning all of Connor's heavy-duty training by Holtz, hence his rustiness at things he should be superior in.

She sealed his psychosis. NO MORE SUICIDE-CONNOR. He needs room for happily-ACCEPTING Connor. So that was sealed.

She also sealed his HATE, the thing that drove him to everything. Psychosis and hate are not the same. Hate can drive the most bubbly people dangerous again. But Connor's hate was too strong, so when that was sealed, it wasnt dormant (like my ex power-stealing-now-out-window-demon buddy found out) it just became another of him locked away in his dreams.

Its coming out now kuz Angel's back in the picture. Inner Connor both HATES and LOVES Angel and hates W&H for how theyre using his father, but of course, regular Connor cant feel hate at this moment, so inner Connor's growing stronger and stronger. The blood pouring out regular Connor's nose is proof that he's (inner) real, but regular Connor is kinda dumb right now and only cares about being with and being loved BY Angel, so he just shoves everything aside, also due to the fact he can so easily accept stuff. I explain that in the next 2 chapters...

Ok, so easily accepting Connor plus Dormon, his "father", equals bad.

The story of Emily and Dormon.

Dormon, big drinker, big druggy (I also have Angel finding out later Dormon worked for W&H but got fired kuz of his constant passing out drunk hahahaaa funny funny I know. Evil lawfirm firing him kuz of something ...kinda...normal..., but thats towards the end) C'mon, you cant expect the "evil empire" actually putting Connor with great saint-like people, even if they DO want to hold good to their deal. Which they did.

You see, the Lilah Im working towards is slowly unraveling things for them, hence her finding the Rileys. Why should she hafta work when she's dead too? Yes, thats basically it on her part. She helps on that simple fact alone, which I explain later, so she placed Connor with that family fully knowing it would all dissolve later on and FAST.

U see only Connor can end it. Quor-toth in his blood. Quor-toth is sealed away though. Quor-toth fire is the only thing that can make a W&H binding contract truly burn.

LILAH WANTS FREEDOM! I explain it all in later chaps.

Emily Riley, beautiful mother of 2 children and wanted by all men, especially Len, and Dormon's ex (and buried in the backyard) friend, who was Emily's young professor in College.

Emily is the most gentle person alive, very sweet, very naive, its all how I planned it, so she's easily taken advantage of. Dormon seriously does love her and she believes that and loves him just as well. Love is warped. She cheated tho, technically not her fault kuz Ive made her just so damn weak. Drowned out the sounds with Led Zeppelin even. Just wow. I seriously dont know where that part came from.

Yeah, so she cheats, has Christopher, then by Dormon, Valerie, but of course schools and crap need those special things with blood and all no matter how many times you can avoid it, so Dormon was let on Chris wasnt his. ANGER! ANGER! Ok, Chris's daddy was kinda honest, he let it known Chris was his, Dormon freaked, killed him, Emily was wrecked but cant do shit, and everything was a secret. But Chris not being his pissed him off so much, he abused him and finally went so far with it, he "accidentally" killed him. More trauma on Emily's part kuz at that moment she was being raped by Len (not screaming kinda rape, but just like I showed)

So dead son and rape almost drove her insane but WHAMO, Angel's spell is cast and Connor appears. I guess Emily could be in denial. She luvs Dormon, remember, and doesnt want to believe shit, so she tries to just erase it all. Connor is her son.

But its all falling apart kuz Dormon still remember's "Connor" isnt his and Emily cheated. Emily's dumb tho.

I explain all this later, no worries.

O WOW THIS IS LONG! SORRY!

Ok, so Len. Yes, Len, doesnt remember the whole "rape" thing or even lusting after Emily as bad just like Dormon doesnt remember killing Chris.

Connor is in the pik. Len likes sex no matter where he gets it from, going out with lesbians for instance

( well, one kinda lesbian and one bi that was his girlfriend anyways), Connor is beautiful like Emily says and we all know (ME! I THINK HE'S BEAUTIFUL!), Len doesnt want Emily now, he wants Connor. Thats just plainly it. He wants him badly kuz he hasnt had him yet. He's had Emily. Sick sick man he is.

So yes, thats basically it. Chris is dead but a spirit, Lilah did a second spell to lock him away, actually within W&H which she now knows wasnt smart but it fits her plans, knows that Dormon killed him, knows Connor's there at the house, cant do shit either now, kuz he's locked away.

Connor is kinda happy, except for the dreams, later including Cordy kuz her power is premonitions after all and seeing things that cant be seen, which inner Connor is doing, hence him knowing stuff he shouldnt or the scene with Angel and Connor cuddling and Angel so worried about him (which is a scene that happens later on)

Ok, so yeah, Connor and Angel bonding, Connor goes back to the Rileys during the day, Dormon is trying to keep him there by all means possible, first yelling and later (next chapter actually) slowly sedating him.

After Christmas, the real abuse starts kuz Emily and Dormon should be staying at Emily's sister's house for the whole holiday times, but Dormon goes home and orders Emily to stay with her sis (basically so he can terrorize Connor without Emily being there)

So there we go, Angel is left completely in the dark until its 2 late. Connor doesnt want Angel to find out kuz it very well could "kill" the vampire as we all know.

Oh, and Dormon thinks Connor and Angel are gay. He's a big homophobe. Len thinks it too, but he's jealous. Dormon doesnt know Len goes both ways. Len likes sex, remember. Sex in any forms, man or female, but Connor is his newest "goal." Other than this weird tale I spun out, I luv Angel and Connor moments, so I create alot of them. Get rid of the story if you dont like it and only read for Angel/Connor moments kuz they'll definitely be there. I know the fik is weird, but it has to be done now. I seriously just love the fuzzyness of father/son stuff. The sequel is really mushy too, which I so like XD. And the story-line for it is way simpler, even tho I luv the complex characters I created (TIER'MIDC IS SO KOOL!)

Now, after all this, if you want the ending to this fik, just tell me again and I'll give it to you seperately. Also, I'll give you my sequel's summary.

Again, sorry this was so long!