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The Father Will Kill The Son
I glanced at the notes and bit the nail of my thumb.
The Father Will Kill The Son
Even the lao had said I'd translated the prophecy correctly. The father would devour the son. Angel was destined to kill Connor.
The Father Will Kill The Son
No matter how I looked at it, it wasn't going to change. The letters stayed the same, the words stayed the same, the meaning stayed the same. And considering Angel's odd behavior lately, time was running out.
Earthquake.
Fire.
Blood in the sky.
"At least I'd have something to snack on."
Pulling off my glasses, I ran a hand over my face tiredly. Red rimmed eyes stared at the notes, but they still wouldn't go away. They were staring back at me like an accusation, like a sword of damocles hanging over my head. Either way I went, I was doomed. But at least I could make certain I was to be the only one doomed. Except, that wasn't going to happen, I had at least one other person who was going to be doomed with me if I choose to go ahead with my plans.
Angel would never survive the death of his infant son. Especially not if he was the one who would murder him. It would kill him just as certain as a stake through the heart, a severed head or sunlight. And all I could do would be standing there and watch. That simply wouldn't do, I couldn't allow that. I couldn't let Angel do that to himself, nor to the world at large. They needed their champion. I...loved...I think is the word I'm looking for...him to much to allow that to happen. I'd given up on being a Watcher years ago anyway.
But this plan I had, was going to destroy him as well. At least he'd still had *something* to live for. Errr...exist for. Something to look forward too. I was going to make certain Connor would know who his parents were, who he was and why he wasn't with his real parents, as soon as he was old enough. I wasn't going to lie. I was well aware that what I was planning was going to have a great impact on everyone. Not just Connor and Angel.
But who was I to tell? Gunn and Fred? They were so wrapped up in each other, they were finally happy, getting a live outside the darkness of our usual existence. No, I couldn't drag them down with me. Lorne? He was not a fighter, he wasn't even here with us by choice perhaps. He had no where else to go and I wasn't about to force him into doing something that he'd regret for the rest of his live. Angel, of course, was completely out of the question. Especially with is irrational behavior lately. That only left one person. But...
My decision was made, my fate was sealed. The moment I grabbed the diaper bag and picked up Connor there was no way back. I even lied to Angel's face. Gunn and Fred's as well. It sickened me to the stomach but I had no other choice, not if I wanted to save Angel and Connor both. I stopped at the door for a moment and turned around, looking at them one last time. Fred and Gunn, so happy. Angel with that nervous smile of his, waving his son goodbye. Little did he know he wasn't going to see Connor again for a very long time. A lump lodged in my throat, and I shifted the bag on my shoulder. The scrolls adding their weight in tenfold. For a moment I hesitated, wanted to go to them and tell them the truth, tell them what was to come. But I couldn't, not with so many lives at stake.
Nodding at Angel, I dropped my eyes, bowed my head and slumped my shoulders. I had to force myself to calmly walk out through the Hyperion doors. I quickly got in the car and drove home. I had my things as good as packed, stowing them in the car was easy. False papers, weapons, books, some personal items, some baby things...and a letter for Angel and the others, explaining things as best as I could. I'd drop in the mail once we were on the road. Glancing around the flat I had considered my home for the last four years, I sighed and picked up Connor.
"Don't cry, little one. Uncle Wes will take good care of you now. Until your father can do it himself again. Don't you worry," I whispered to the little boy fussing in my arms. "I'll always will be here, I promise." Clutching him to my chest, I closed the door of my flat behind. The click of the lock echoing with a finality in my ears. No second thoughts, no turning back. What's done is done. I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath and made my way over to the car.
The line was drawn, and I was about to cross it.
*Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll;
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
May Angel one day find it in his heart to forgive me.
[Open for Justine]
* 'Invictus' by William Ernest Henley