Connor and Faith part 2
Continued from here.
Faith:My back hit the wall so hard it almost knocked the wind from me. This kid could fight for real. Man, and here I thought I was just gonna have to go and find a few lame vamps to wail on tonight. This was the first time I'd felt alive in so very long. Hadn't been fightin' anything but Berthas in years.
His face was inches from mine and he was glaring at me with an intensity that almost freaked me out.
"Angelus and Darla created you?" I whispered quietly my back still pressed to the wall.
Wait, what was I doin? I needed to be cleaning this kids clock. Shifting my weight I turned us over so his back slammed against the wall and I was pressing him into it.
"So you're Connor." Least I finally had something to call him other than punk or kid. Not that it would stop me from callin' him that anyway.
Connor: "Angelus and Darla created you?"
I winced at the statement. It wasn't that I didn't know the truth of my parentage, but hearing it from anyone other than father or myself made me uncomfortable. My blood didn't matter. I would continue to fight the evil inside me. Cling to the good and lay waste to the evil.
What was she? Good or evil?
"I'm not a demon." I whispered, refusing to lower my gaze. I didn't struggle against her hold on me. There would be plenty of time for fighting. It was nice to have contact, close contact, with someone warm. I never had that in Quor'toth.
"So you're Connor."
I looked at her blankly. Who was Connor? "My name is Stephen. What is your name?"
Faith: "Faith." I replied immediately. Who the hell was Stephen? This kid was claimin' to be the son of Angel and Darla, but he said his name was Stephen. Lindsey said his name was Connor. Also....this kid had to be at least eighteen, as opposed to a little baby. I was wicked confused, and it all sorta led to me wantin' to make good on my promise to kill Lindsey if he jerked me around on this.
Letting go of him I took a step back, completely unsure of what I was supposed to do now. Why did I have the feelin' I was gettin' played. As usual.
"Stephen...you're the son of Angel and Darla. But you're not a baby." I said slowly tryin' to make sense of the whole thing. Whatever was up. If anyone was gonna try and make Angel dusty they were gonna have to go through me first.
Connor:"Time moves differently in this dimension?" I asked, unsure if Father's speculation was accurate. He often said that he believed he was aging far faster in Quor'toth than in his home dimension. If that was true...maybe if I could have found a passage to this dimension sooner, I could have saved him.
Faith. The name is beautiful, much like she was, and despite her angry disposition, I believed the name suited her.
She seemed confused about my name. "Father named me Stephen. I do not know if the monsters had their own name for me." I explained, looking down for just a moment. "My name is Stephen."
I am not a demon. I am not a monster. I'll never be like them.
Faith: "They're not monsters." I shot back defensively. "Well, Angel's not. You don't even know him, and besides he's your father!" Didn't he know that some people would've given their right arm to have a dad around when they were a kid. Not like it mattered much or anything.
"Anyone ever told you you're really fuckin' weird?" I raised an eyebrow at him. Not like I was Queen C the princess of fashion or whateverthefuck but come on now. He was wearin' a dead animal! That's not the kinda fashion statement you wanna make in L.A.
My muscles were still tense as the two of us stared eachother down.
Connor:"He is not my father!" I shouted, my entire body tensed as I clenched my fists. "My father rescued me from the vampires. He saved me from Angelus."
How could she defend the demon who murdered all those innocent people? The children he slaughtered...he would have killed me too. Demons are incapable of love. Vampire are not supposed to have children.
"Weird?" I asked, unsure of what she meant. I jumped at the sound of ringing that echoed through the abode. "What is that?"
Before she could answer, I grabbed my weapon from the floor and followed the sound of the ringing. Just as I reached the source of sound, the ringing stopped and voiced filled the room.
"Demon." I growled, as I swung the blade and shattered the square shaped thing that had a woman's voice. This dimension was puzzling.
Faith: His whole trash talkin' Angel, Angel's just a vamp spiel was startin' to remind me of a certain somebody way back in the day. Course that certain someone happened to be me. But hey, it was all water under the bridge...over the bridge...whatever that saying was.
He was gettin' all super intense again which was makin' me tense right up. He'd be kinda cute if he just got some better clothes and a less...I dunno...crazy look in his eyes. Trust me, I knew crazy when I saw it. We could sniff our own out.
The phone started ringin' and apparently in Connor's whack home dimension they only had ringing demons cause he picked up his sword and started hackin' the answering machine to bits.
"Hey!" I yelled, tryin' to get him to stop but he just wouldn't quit smackin' the machine with his sword. Rolling my eyes I finally just lashed out at him and hit him in the jaw with my fist, sending him tumbling to the floor.
"Not a demon." I said, standing over him. "Telephone, answering machine. Any of these ringing a bell?" I gave a frustrated sigh, he really had no clue.
"Fuck me." I muttered. This is what I busted out of jail for?
Faith:My back hit the wall so hard it almost knocked the wind from me. This kid could fight for real. Man, and here I thought I was just gonna have to go and find a few lame vamps to wail on tonight. This was the first time I'd felt alive in so very long. Hadn't been fightin' anything but Berthas in years.
His face was inches from mine and he was glaring at me with an intensity that almost freaked me out.
"Angelus and Darla created you?" I whispered quietly my back still pressed to the wall.
Wait, what was I doin? I needed to be cleaning this kids clock. Shifting my weight I turned us over so his back slammed against the wall and I was pressing him into it.
"So you're Connor." Least I finally had something to call him other than punk or kid. Not that it would stop me from callin' him that anyway.
Connor: "Angelus and Darla created you?"
I winced at the statement. It wasn't that I didn't know the truth of my parentage, but hearing it from anyone other than father or myself made me uncomfortable. My blood didn't matter. I would continue to fight the evil inside me. Cling to the good and lay waste to the evil.
What was she? Good or evil?
"I'm not a demon." I whispered, refusing to lower my gaze. I didn't struggle against her hold on me. There would be plenty of time for fighting. It was nice to have contact, close contact, with someone warm. I never had that in Quor'toth.
"So you're Connor."
I looked at her blankly. Who was Connor? "My name is Stephen. What is your name?"
Faith: "Faith." I replied immediately. Who the hell was Stephen? This kid was claimin' to be the son of Angel and Darla, but he said his name was Stephen. Lindsey said his name was Connor. Also....this kid had to be at least eighteen, as opposed to a little baby. I was wicked confused, and it all sorta led to me wantin' to make good on my promise to kill Lindsey if he jerked me around on this.
Letting go of him I took a step back, completely unsure of what I was supposed to do now. Why did I have the feelin' I was gettin' played. As usual.
"Stephen...you're the son of Angel and Darla. But you're not a baby." I said slowly tryin' to make sense of the whole thing. Whatever was up. If anyone was gonna try and make Angel dusty they were gonna have to go through me first.
Connor:"Time moves differently in this dimension?" I asked, unsure if Father's speculation was accurate. He often said that he believed he was aging far faster in Quor'toth than in his home dimension. If that was true...maybe if I could have found a passage to this dimension sooner, I could have saved him.
Faith. The name is beautiful, much like she was, and despite her angry disposition, I believed the name suited her.
She seemed confused about my name. "Father named me Stephen. I do not know if the monsters had their own name for me." I explained, looking down for just a moment. "My name is Stephen."
I am not a demon. I am not a monster. I'll never be like them.
Faith: "They're not monsters." I shot back defensively. "Well, Angel's not. You don't even know him, and besides he's your father!" Didn't he know that some people would've given their right arm to have a dad around when they were a kid. Not like it mattered much or anything.
"Anyone ever told you you're really fuckin' weird?" I raised an eyebrow at him. Not like I was Queen C the princess of fashion or whateverthefuck but come on now. He was wearin' a dead animal! That's not the kinda fashion statement you wanna make in L.A.
My muscles were still tense as the two of us stared eachother down.
Connor:"He is not my father!" I shouted, my entire body tensed as I clenched my fists. "My father rescued me from the vampires. He saved me from Angelus."
How could she defend the demon who murdered all those innocent people? The children he slaughtered...he would have killed me too. Demons are incapable of love. Vampire are not supposed to have children.
"Weird?" I asked, unsure of what she meant. I jumped at the sound of ringing that echoed through the abode. "What is that?"
Before she could answer, I grabbed my weapon from the floor and followed the sound of the ringing. Just as I reached the source of sound, the ringing stopped and voiced filled the room.
"Demon." I growled, as I swung the blade and shattered the square shaped thing that had a woman's voice. This dimension was puzzling.
Faith: His whole trash talkin' Angel, Angel's just a vamp spiel was startin' to remind me of a certain somebody way back in the day. Course that certain someone happened to be me. But hey, it was all water under the bridge...over the bridge...whatever that saying was.
He was gettin' all super intense again which was makin' me tense right up. He'd be kinda cute if he just got some better clothes and a less...I dunno...crazy look in his eyes. Trust me, I knew crazy when I saw it. We could sniff our own out.
The phone started ringin' and apparently in Connor's whack home dimension they only had ringing demons cause he picked up his sword and started hackin' the answering machine to bits.
"Hey!" I yelled, tryin' to get him to stop but he just wouldn't quit smackin' the machine with his sword. Rolling my eyes I finally just lashed out at him and hit him in the jaw with my fist, sending him tumbling to the floor.
"Not a demon." I said, standing over him. "Telephone, answering machine. Any of these ringing a bell?" I gave a frustrated sigh, he really had no clue.
"Fuck me." I muttered. This is what I busted out of jail for?