Old beginnings and new endings.
So I was going to see my father. The words still sounded strange, even in my head. My father. Holtz was my father, this...this vampire was only blood. I still had trouble thinking about it without feeling that familiar stab of anger, of impotent bitterness
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I looked at him when he said that. I almost didn't mind the fact that he called me a demon. It wasn't like that was a shock to me or anything. Even though at times like this I still hated the fact that I was a demon, I'd accepted the fact long ago. Sure, I'd never be happy about it, but I had stopped brooding worrying over it.
"I guess we should talk to Wesley or Buffy or both or whatever. I mean, I can go either way."
Nodding, I still wasn't fully comfortable with the idea of having a one on one conversation with Wesley.. or with Wesley and Buffy.. which still sounded weird to my ears. Besides, if there was going to be a talk with the three of us, I decided that I needed to take someone to keep me calm. Cordy could stand in the back and intervene if.. whenever it would be necessary.
"Yeah.. that's probably a good idea. Just.. call when they want to meet, or just stop by I guess."
"And uh...I guess maybe you should talk to your friends first? See how they feel about it? I don't know, I'm not good at this kind of thing."
I nodded again, looking at him. "I'll talk to them."
Thinking about it, I had already made up my mind about this situation. If Connor agreed to stay, then I didn't really care what the others thought about.. well, except for Cordy. Fred, Gunn, and Lorne could stay away for a while if they weren't comfortable with this whole thing. It might sound harsh, but if I had a chance to get to know my son a little better, then I'd do anything to do just that.
That is..if I ever get the chance.
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