I spun in the dark, twisting out of the way of an arrow, just as there was a resounding thud. Glancing around, I saw nothing. I turned back to face the vampire-
And a familiar face was in front of me. "Connor..." I breathed. He sneered at me, and I frowned.
"I had hoped I would never see you again..." He said, and I looked down, hurt. I never saw it, but suddenly there was a burst of bright light, a blast of fresh air.
"Angelus."
Fresh air... I mused. Why is it fresh? Funny... I hadn't noticed the air before had been fresh...
I opened my eyes against the light, and froze. I couldn't see! Where... what?
"I'm not so sure about that," I mutter. Raising an eyebrow I look at him, my hand hovering near the stake in my pocket just in case. Narrowing my eyes, I reach out for the bottle of blood. I thought about bringing along jars or cups, but I figured bottles would work better.
In the dim light, I took a better look at him. Pale, pasty skin. Torn skin, but it would heal. It looked rather painful though I doubt he was actually able to feel anything right now. He sounded rather confused, the look in his eyes wild. I'm going to have to be on my guard here.
"Here, drink this." Touching his hand lightly, I catch it as it automatically comes up. I put the bottle in it and guide it to his mouth. It takes me some effort but finally I can get him to open his mouth and drink down some of the blood.
A face flashed in front of me, Connor's face. I whipped my face away from his neck, trembling.
"God, no... I'm sorry..." I whispered, feverishly looking for his body around me. Nothing! Where was he?! ONly this damn darkness... Couldn't see... Blinded, came a detached thought. Not me? "I didn't mean to..."
The blood stained my lips, and I couldn't help but lick at it. So good... no. Tried to curl up, to make myself disappear, but something... something hard, around me... won't let me hide.
Oh bloody marvelous. Just what I need. A delusional vampire. I should've expected that though. I've no idea what he's going on about, nor do I care at the moment. I doubt very much Angel himself knows what he's going on about.
"Angel, come on. Wake up and smell the blood. Drink it, you'll need it." I wonder if I should've brought some human blood. But let's not risk that right now. He's very weak and that's probably working in my advantage in the moment. After a few bottles of blood he should be getting stronger quicker.
Sighing, I put my hand under his head and pull it up a bit while I force the bottle with blood further in his mouth. "Come on, Angel. Drink this, you'll feel better." And then I can drop you of at the sodding Hyperion and be done with hit. Payed my due so to speak. Not by a long shot.
"Can remember... pieces," I mumbled. "Going to the beach... then... pain and surprise." I glanced up at him, watching him play with his bandages. I should be mad at him now, but I just can't
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The beach. What was he doing at that beach anyway? All I know from Justine's story is that Connor met him there, they fought and Connor won. And the only reason I can think of for him to win, is because Angel let him. He let him because Connor is his son and he loves him
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"Didn't know any better," I echoed. A flash again, and I saw the angry sneer, and then... pain.
"No..." I said slowly. "He knew what he was doing." I glanced at Wesley, then back at my hands in my lap. "He wanted to do it. He thinks... he thinks I killed Holtz."
And why wouldn't he want to sink me in the ocean for that.
"Why am I hearing a buzzing?" I asked, frowning. "Do you hear it?" Damn annoying, and it's not going away anytime soon, I don't think.
Silent, and then I added, "And you do. Still care, I mean." Not stupid. Just a little lost, dizzy, and still kinda hungry, but... coming back together? I could remember now, and wasn't sure I quite wanted to. Nothing had been exactly... cheerful before I'd... gone for a swim, and now?
"No Angel, I don't care. I don't give a damn what happens to you or any of the others. About just as much as you've cared about me or my side of what happened." Liar. "You've all made that pretty clear one way or the other. Some used a bit...stronger, arguments though." I give him a pointed look at that. That's right, I've not forgotten. Never will.
Buzzing? Probably water in his ears. "You probably have water in your ears. It'll go way," I wave at him. Worrying about a buzzing sound, get a grip you sod. There are more important matters at stake here. "Before I take you back to the hotel, when you're ready, I'd like to know what you're going to do about Connor. Yes, he knew what he was doing. But he thought he was doing the right thing based on his upbringing." I'm not going to take him back if that means Connor will get the brunt of this. Of course the boy needs to learn that was he did was wrong, but there are several ways of doing that.
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And a familiar face was in front of me. "Connor..." I breathed. He sneered at me, and I frowned.
"I had hoped I would never see you again..." He said, and I looked down, hurt. I never saw it, but suddenly there was a burst of bright light, a blast of fresh air.
"Angelus."
Fresh air... I mused. Why is it fresh? Funny... I hadn't noticed the air before had been fresh...
I opened my eyes against the light, and froze. I couldn't see! Where... what?
"I'm not Angelus!"
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In the dim light, I took a better look at him. Pale, pasty skin. Torn skin, but it would heal. It looked rather painful though I doubt he was actually able to feel anything right now. He sounded rather confused, the look in his eyes wild. I'm going to have to be on my guard here.
"Here, drink this." Touching his hand lightly, I catch it as it automatically comes up. I put the bottle in it and guide it to his mouth. It takes me some effort but finally I can get him to open his mouth and drink down some of the blood.
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A face flashed in front of me, Connor's face. I whipped my face away from his neck, trembling.
"God, no... I'm sorry..." I whispered, feverishly looking for his body around me. Nothing! Where was he?! ONly this damn darkness... Couldn't see... Blinded, came a detached thought. Not me? "I didn't mean to..."
The blood stained my lips, and I couldn't help but lick at it. So good... no. Tried to curl up, to make myself disappear, but something... something hard, around me... won't let me hide.
"Nooooo..." Defeated. I'd... killed him. Again, always. "Please..."
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"Angel, come on. Wake up and smell the blood. Drink it, you'll need it." I wonder if I should've brought some human blood. But let's not risk that right now. He's very weak and that's probably working in my advantage in the moment. After a few bottles of blood he should be getting stronger quicker.
Sighing, I put my hand under his head and pull it up a bit while I force the bottle with blood further in his mouth. "Come on, Angel. Drink this, you'll feel better." And then I can drop you of at the sodding Hyperion and be done with hit. Payed my due so to speak. Not by a long shot.
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"No..." I said slowly. "He knew what he was doing." I glanced at Wesley, then back at my hands in my lap. "He wanted to do it. He thinks... he thinks I killed Holtz."
And why wouldn't he want to sink me in the ocean for that.
"Why am I hearing a buzzing?" I asked, frowning. "Do you hear it?" Damn annoying, and it's not going away anytime soon, I don't think.
Silent, and then I added, "And you do. Still care, I mean." Not stupid. Just a little lost, dizzy, and still kinda hungry, but... coming back together? I could remember now, and wasn't sure I quite wanted to. Nothing had been exactly... cheerful before I'd... gone for a swim, and now?
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Buzzing? Probably water in his ears. "You probably have water in your ears. It'll go way," I wave at him. Worrying about a buzzing sound, get a grip you sod. There are more important matters at stake here. "Before I take you back to the hotel, when you're ready, I'd like to know what you're going to do about Connor. Yes, he knew what he was doing. But he thought he was doing the right thing based on his upbringing." I'm not going to take him back if that means Connor will get the brunt of this. Of course the boy needs to learn that was he did was wrong, but there are several ways of doing that.
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