July Fic 4: Whatcha Gonna Do (Crossover)
Title: Whatcha Gonna Do
Fandom: Crossover!! Angel the Series/The Vampire Diaries
Prompt: spankedbyspike - who wanted Angel the Series or Vampire Diaries or White Collar. I got two out of three, hope you like!
Summary: The City of Angels has itself quite the little demons in its midst.
Words: 4,914
Characters: Main characters of Connor Angel and Kol Mikaelson
Disclaimer: The following includes characters that are not originally mine. Alas, this does me great sorrow, but I will take no claim to them.
Bad boys, bad boys
Whatha gonna do
Watchga gonna do when
They come For You
-Inner Circle
The thought of being brought up by a demon sickened Connor. His father had taught him that demons were vicious creatures, bred from the darkest corners of creation; brought about to harm and undo all of Gods work. And while Daniel wasn't his real father, he had made Connor the man he was.
Except, that man called himself Steven.
But he deserved to be Connor. He deserved to bear the name that the insidious beast gave him.
Connor. Like he was somebody. Like he mattered.
He didn't matter any. He had no one to matter to. Connor was all alo-
"Pardon me, love," a voice called out.
Connor glanced up. A new face entered his barren accommodations.
"What?" he snapped.
"Well we certainly aren't one for manners, are we?" the intruder said cheerfully, bouncing his way into the gruddy apartment.
"Do you wish me for something?" Connor asked, frowning more so, gripped his bone sharp knife in his hand, hidden by his hips from view.
"You that lad from them two walking blood banks?" he was cryptically asked.
"I am from no bank!"
The stranger just stare at him. Still, he nodded at Connor and smiled.
"Kol Mikaelson," he greeted warmly, smiling an overly confident look that was starting to irritate Connor.
"Connor Angel," he gritted out, staring at Kols hand in confusion. "Formerly Steven Holtz. Now, what do you want?"
A mischievous smile spread across Kol's face.
"Just to get to know you better, mate."
*~*~*
Three days.
Three days Connor had known Kol, and in those three days he had done more things than he could have ever thought of.
In three days, Connor kept thinking back to Sunny. She was the first person he had met when he first arrived from Quor'Toth. And she was the first person her ever saw die.
Kol didn't care what they did. He kept telling Connor that he needed to have fun. Connor wasn't certain what Kol meant by all of that, but what he did know was - they sure hit an awful lot of nightclubs in those three days.
In three days, Connor learned what a night club even was.
Kol managed to get the both of them 'fake IDs'. And basically, what they said was that Kol and Connor were old enough to be wherever they wanted to be. Connor didn't understand why that even mattered. If he wanted to be somewhere, he had always gone. Father had never trully cared about his placement or age regarding his whereabouts. And he had never needed a picture to tell him who he was either.
Connor decided it was much easier just dealing with one person, Father, than it was dealing with such a multitude of people.
"You've gotta try this," Kol said, bringing back to their table with him two tall drinks.
Kol had been saying those words a lot in the last three days.
"Will it burn?" Connor frowned, taking the glass in hand. He had quickly learned that many substances that Kol handed him were burning to his throat and hazardous to his vision. Three nights ago, it had also proven quite disastrous to his previous meals.
"Less than before!" Kol yelled through the pulsing music around them. He was swaying to the beats and it made him act stranger than usual.
Connor cringed. Still, he tilted the glass against his lips, slowly moving them up and up as the beverage started to slip between his lips.
And from one moment to the next, the glass in his hand went from freezing, to missing.
*~*~*
Angel couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only had he walked into a demon bar, startled by the nearby scent of his son - but he had spotted said son there. With an alcoholic, demon blood concoction that would surely leave a human like Connor flat on his stomach.
He was beside the boy in an instant.
"Connor!" he griped, taking the beverage away from the teen.
He still couldn't believe his little baby of just a few months was a teen.
"You can't drink that!"
"Why not?" Connor frowned. He was frightened by Angel's presence, and slightly angered by his actions. Mostly, he was confused. Kol had said that he had to try more things. Why wouldn't he be allowed this one drink? "Kol believes them beneficial."
"I don't know who this Kol person is," Angel said, handing off the drink to the nearest person to him. "But you can't have drinks like this, son. I won't allow it."
The words angered Connor. He wasn't exactly interested in listening to his father, Angel. He wasn't interested in the creatures opinions, And he should certainly just keep them to himself.
"I am not bothered by your disregard," he told him. "You may look away if you please."
Taking a deep sigh, Angel grit his teeth together and tried again.
"Connor," he said, but it came out as a low growl. "CONNOR!" He yelled, getting his voice clear over the loudness around them. But it also startled a few people, including his son. "There are certain things, in this world, that you just can't do."
Connor opened his mouth to say something, but he soon found that he didn't need to.
"Take it easy mate," a now familiar voice called out.
Angel turned to find one of the oldest vampires alive.
Little was known about the birth of vampires, but Angel had heard the stories. A group of the first. The Originals.
There was no way to know by seeing them. As a vampire, Angel could tell when there were others nearby. Demons, of all kinds, gas off a sort of residue; and vampires worst of all. Maybe because he was one himself.
And the older one was, the stronger the residue.
Angel had never felt one so strong. Except for that one time.
"I've got the kids back," the voice continued.
But to know for sure? It was a risk. It was said that they never revealed themselves for what they truly were. It was said they were unkillable. It was said that to be in their presence, was to sign your death warrant.
Angel tried to keep calm. There were plenty of times be had contemplated his own demise, but with Connor so near? It was out of the question.
"I don't think we've met," he said. "I'm Angel, Connor's father. I'm sure your a great kid and all, but I can take it from here."
The young looking vampire grinned. He liked barely older than Connors 15 or 16 years. He almost wondered how he had gotten in; it was said they had untold powers.
"That's right," he held his hand to his lips as if in thought. "The one with a soul, am I right love?"
If he'd had a beating heart, it would be pounding against his chest. He'd heard of him. Angel knew his story wasn't common place, but for it to have reached the very top?
They might personally know he powers that be!
"Don't bother," he lowered his hands, clasping hem in front of him. "I know I am."
"What do you want?" asked Angel, perplexed.
Connor glanced from Angel to his friend.
"You know him?"
"He's a mitt famous," Kol tipped up his own drink, guzzling it all at once. "Quite the troublemaker in his day."
Connor looked to Angel and glared. Apparently, Daniel Holtz had enlightened his son there as well.
"You are like him, then?" glared Connor.
Kol shook his head. He turned; motioning for a refill.
"Not in the least bit, mate." Kol leaned back on the counter and continued to grin. "I'm loads better."
"I'm sure we've all had our days," Angel tried to remain calm. He didn't know at much what this Original could do- and he wasn't aiming to find out.
"Ta mate!" Kol beamed and pointed at Angel as if he had said something grand. "Right you are! I think I like you!"
Angel couldn't say that the feeling was mutual.
"I don't think we'll be needing you quite yet, mate. You can head on home. I've got the lad. No worries. "
"He shouldn't be drinking," Angel glared at the offensive object now on the counter. "He's too young to be here."
"What's age but a number?" shrugged Kol. "How old are you now, anyway? I stopped counting centuries ago, but I'm sure Lijah would know."
"He's sixteen," Angel stressed. "If that."
"And what teenager hasn't raided trough a liquor cabinet once or twice!" beamed Kol. "Can't keep him bottled up forever."
*~*~*
Needless to say, he couldn't exactly snatch Connor up with him. Not around Kol.
Angel looks once more towards the bar. He'd been waiting for the past three hours outside, and it was closing time now - but still no sign of either male.
He kept telling himself that if Kol had wanted to hurt Connor, he had had days to do it.
But still, he worried.
*~*~*
He couldn't hear a single heartbeat in the bar. And he couldn't find a trace of Connor's scent either.
Angel didn't know how, but they had managed to get past him. The worst part was that Angel knew he wouldn't be able to find them. Not tonight.
And not alone.
There was a lot in his past Angel wasn't proud about. Angelus was a ruthless killer. He meant death and rampage. He meant Darla and Drusilla and William.
He was a whole other life. But he was still a part of Angel. As much as he hated it, they were different but still one in the same.
Darla had loved mingling with the highest of the upperclass. She loved the glamour and she loved the mockery of it.
And yes, she loved feasting on them too.
Even back then, without televisions and the Internet to get the news around quickly. And they had all heard about the who's who in their time.
While they never went after royalty (or at least no one anyone would miss), they kept themselves thick as thieves with the high collars.
And one evening, the parties led them to the castle of one family, Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson.
*~*~*
Angel was flipping through the Internet. It was light out and he figured that Connor and Kol would find themselves inside. After all, the sun was a vampires biggest enemy.
He hadn't heard about the Original family for a while, and that was always a good thing. Rumor mill was that if they were asking about you; you were as good as dead.
But there was always someone around that seemed to know someone that knew someone that could get in touch with them.
Angel just hoped he was right.
*~*~*
Connor rubbed at his tired eyes. It was bright and sunny outside; a perfect Californian day.
Connor wasn't used to the sun.
"It won't bite," teased Kol, glancing to where Connor kept to the shadows. "Though, it might burn."
"There isn't much light where I'm from," he commented.
"You're from here, mate. Make the most of it."
Connor knew for sure that Kol was no vampire. He knew things, so he had to be something. But he almost seemed joyful and friendly, not things the teen attributed to the undead.
"Where are we going?"
"I've got a mate round here," grinned Kol. "Wants to meet you."
"Me?" he frowned. "Why me?"
"You're the son of two vampires, Con!" Kol said as if this was the most obvious of knowledge. "People are interested."
Connor didn't like where the conversation was leading him.
"Why would they care about that?"
"You're a rarity," Kol explained. "You're a prophecy and an enigma. Naturally, people are curious."
"I don't wish to meet such people." He stopped walking.
"And right you would be." nodded Kol. "But we don't have much of a choice. LA is wicked crazed, love. Monster at every corner."
"What are you?"
"I'm quite Original, I'm afraid. There's no other way to categorize it." Kol glanced at him and smiled. "Don't worry, Connor. I won't let any harm come to you. Scouts honor!"
Connor didn't understand why Kol held his hand up at that, but he figured he might as well keep walking. He hadn't seen Kol fight, but Connor knew he could take care I himself. He was not afraid, just cautious.
*~*~*
It had been a long day.
Connor hadn't known what to expect, and at one point Kol had called it quits. Everyone had backed away, but the lady in charge kept insisting.
"I want to see what makes him so special!" she screeched coming closer to them.
Connor had pulled out his knife then.
"No need mate," Kol tilted his head back enough to look at Connor. "She’s heading right back to sit her arse down, if she wishes to remain in the land of living - that is."
"I'm not threatened by you, wampir!"
"Ah!" Kol's head did a bit of a tilt thing and his voice changed; darker, deeper. "That's where you're wrong, lass. Quite wrong."
Kol moved faster than anything Connor had ever seen. In less than a blink, he was at her side; her hair tight in his grasp as he pulled in back. Kol brought a fingertip to her throat.
"You should be terrified!"
The fight was quick. She struck first, fast, but she was a blood pile in seconds. The others came at them then, Connor took out the two beside him in minutes. When he turned, the other seven were either dead or knocked out, Kol wiping at his hands as he walked towards Connor.
"Curiosity sure killed her!" Kol teased.
Connor frowned.
They headed out, walking back to the bar, with Kol telling Connor about root-beer floats and how they should both try one.
*~*~*
That night, after circumstances Connor had never seen coming (and neither had Kol, by the look of surprise on his face) Connor found himself face to face with Angelus.
Pardon. Angel. As if it made a difference.
Kol's family had arrived. They were not pleased with him, and his sister had cried. They had thought him dead.
His oldest brother, Elijah, had taken Connor in hand, dragging him as the other two grabbed Kol, and they all went to the Hyperion in a limo.
It was bizarre, but more so in the limo.
Connor had sat silent. Kol had not.
Kol had been angered by his brothers remarks. And while his other brother and sister had commented, Elijah had mostly remained silent. Until he hadn't.
"You are more than a child," came Elijah's calm voice. "You are an eternal child, and even if you weren't still one, I would not care. You are our brother, and we love you. You have the audacity to let us keep thinking that you were long lost to us, to mourn you! You deserve for us to leave you lost somewhere, but no. Instead we come to find you. To take you home. And you have the gull to spit that back in our faces?" Elijah shook his head ever just slightly. He held up his hand to stop whatever comment Kol was about to add.
"Keep up your words, little brother, and you'll be fast to remember who you're speaking to!"
Even Connor felt guilty, and he hadn't said a thing.
*~*~*
"You are not my father, Lijah," muttered Kol, feeling both upset and ridiculed. His brothers always treated him like he was still twelve years old!
But long were the days of before gone.
"Mikael wouldn't have gone looking for you! You ingrate!" Nik added, kicking at Kol's leg.
Elijah placed a restraining hand on Klaus's knee.
"Mikael would have torn you apart at that bar. To have run off. To have to take the time to come after you. It would not have been pretty, or quick. Make no mistake about it."
"Elijah," Rebekah sighed. "Don't say things like that." Thoughts of violence and before and even of their father often upset her.
"What I mean is that I don't need you, any of you, coming after me every other second! I'm sorry I didn't call sooner, but that's no reason to come all out, embarrass me no less!, and what? Do you expect me to thank you?!"
"I expect some bloody gratitude, yes!" Nik retorted.
"At the very least, I expect to see some remorse, or some chastisement in your eyes. You know enough to realize you were wrong."
"I am Not wrong!"
He should have kept his mouth shut. Kol knew he was stressing Klaus and Elijah both, and one would like snap. He had just figured it would be Niklaus, maybe snapping his neck to silence him for the trip home.
Instead, it was Elijah. And in retrospect, he had been warned.
Lightning fast and no preamble. That was always Elijah.
Kol had barely gotten his words out when he found himself mostly across Elijah's lap, though he was partially over Nik's too.
Rebekah had been next to Kol, with Connor on her other side. Now they were in prime viewing position of what was about to occur.
Sadly, for Kol, this would not be the first of times his siblings had seen him in such position. Elijah and Nik had always been firm. Elijah took all of them in hand since they were babes, and Nik after a while of becoming a vampire. Finn hadn't ever given him a full on spanking, but he'd received some smacks from his second oldest brother as well.
There was no way out of Elijah's hold. Kol knew this from centuries' experience. Still, he squirmed the shoved at the seat and at what he could of Elijah himself. He would have tried kicking if Klaus hadn't stopped his legs. Probably better. If he had managed to kick Nik or Bekah, Lijah would take his pants for sure!
But in front of Connor! And the driver would surely hear too.
"Elijah! No!" Kol cried out.
Elijah didn't waste his time with words. He had had enough and he was going to make certain Kol regretted not keeping his mouth shut!
Elijah was nothing if not determined and efficient.
Elijah's hand connected solidly to Kol's behind. He made sure Kol had no idea where the next one would land. It made the whole experience maddening, but it was always this way.
No part of Kol's bottom and upper thighs were left untouched. In all, the whole thing probably lasted a minute, if that, with Kol grunting and hissing the whole time.
And then, just as quick, he was once more righted into his seat.
Kol's head hung low and he wiped at his eyes a few times as the tears continued to come down.
"I love you, Kol; but I've had it. Not another word."
Kol nodded and tried to keep from squirming. He failed. And he could just feel Nik's grin.
Rebekah took his hand and gave it a squeeze. He felt every bit a child, much much younger than his seventeen year old appearance.
And the whole experience hadn't settled his stomach well. Kol certainly hoped that he wouldn't find himself puking up the alcohol now.
Elijah always warned him that he couldn't hold his liquor, he shouldn't be consuming it.
*~*~*
Connor was silent in front of Angel. Kol and his family had left, and Connor was certain he would never see them again.
He wasn't sure how he felt about that yet.
"Are you hurt?" Cordelia had asked him.
"I have not been harmed," replied Connor.
"You smell like blood," came Angel's reply.
"It is not my own."
"I know that!" Angel said. "Your scent is very well known to me. Whose blood is it?"
Connor frowned. He didn't feel like he needed to answer. But, the look on Angel's face was disturbingly familiar to the one Elijah had given Kol.
And Connor would go so far as to say that that had not ended favorably in Kol's behalf.
"I asked you a question, Connor!"
"I cannot answer you," he said. "I didn't know them."
"Did ya kill 'em?" Gunn asked frowning from the back where he and Fred stood. "Do we have an angry crew after you?"
"I presume some lived, if that's what you're asking," replied Connor, frowning at Gunn.
"So in the month of your return," Angel started to say. "You've broke into places, drank illegally, probably did some drugs, beat people up for fun, and maybe killed some others." Angel ticked each off in his hand. "And," he held up a final fifth finger. "You've been nothing but a brat since you've returned. Hanging out with Kol, with no idea who or what he was. Your attitude when I found you." Angel shook his head and scoffed. " You want to know what my father would say? If you've done enough things to fill up a hand, then you've earned a turn with it."
Connor cringed. He wasn't too sure what Angel meant, but his past experience and his recent observations were telling him to tread lightly.
"Guessing he didn't mean an applause either," came Gunn's comment.
"No, he did not."
"Umhmm," Gunn shook his head. He took Fred's hand and walked over to nudge Cordy along too. When all she offered was a puzzled look, Gunn rolled his eyes. "Sounds like Juniors getting a spanking."
Cordelia's eyes widen in understanding. Connor's in fear. Cordy blushed, offered up a sad smiled at Connor as she walked pass. Fred and Gunn soon behind her.
"I hate to do this," Angel started, shaking his head as he walked forward and took Connor's arm. "But I can't bear the thought of you, out there, getting hurt and harming yourself"
Angel led him to the round couch, located in the center of the entrance lobby.
"I did no such things!" Connor finally spoke. "I can care for myself. I always have."
"Maybe," Angel said, asking a seat and holding Connor at his side. "But that was then, over there. Here, now, you are a child - my child - and I'm not going to let these things slide.
"It was a mistake, my mistake, to let you out and on your own when you arrived. You don't know this place, its ways and customs. Its dangers. Its laws. You don't know enough to be trusted out there, Connor. And that's not your fault! You were taken from us. And had you not been, you'd barely be a year old!
"It would have fallen to me to teach you all of these things. And as your father, it is my duty to teach you right from wrong. You, even unknowingly, are in the wrong. I love you Connor, so much. It is my pleasure to be your father, by my duty to see that you become a man we can both be proud of."
Connor was thinking about how disturbingly similar those words were to the ones Elijah had told Kol. He frowned, remember the hits the older brother had bestowed on his companionable guide and passable friend. It had startled and frightened Connor, reduced Kol to a mess of cries and tears and left him silent until their recent departure.
He did not like having witnessed that.
Father had taken to striking out at Connor a few times too, in his primitive years. He didn't listen and he liked to explore. Connor would often times be gone while Father slept on, unawares.
But those strikes had been harsh and painful and oftentimes would cause him to bleed. This had not been the case he had witnessed.
"Are you to strike me now?" Connor asked, his voice betraying the calm and disregard Connor was wishing to project.
"I beg your pardon?" frowned Angel.
"Like Elijah did to Kol," Connor looked away. "He called Kol a child, told him he was in the wrong, and then Kol made him madder. Elijah struck Kol then, repeatedly."
Angel glanced at the door, as if the fore mentioned brothers were still there.
"Kol appeared no worse for wear. Though, he smelt of blood too."
"It left him unable to sit properly," grimmaced Connor. "But with no other signs."
"Then he got spanked," Angel smirked. "And you saw that?"
Connor nodded. "On our way here."
"Well, Elijah did sound rather displeased when I spoke with him. Regardless, that was not striking or hitting. That was a spanking you saw, and a very well deserved one. And to answer your question, yes Connor, you too will be getting a spanking."
Connor shook his head and yanked his hand free. He turned to run out the door, not allowing the idea to take hold. He didn't want to get a spanking! He hadn't liked what he'd witnessed and he hadn't liked when Father struck him either.
But Angel was quicker. He grabbed Connor around the waist and tugged him down.
"Unhand me!" he cried.
"Sorry, my son. We've barely begun."
*~*~*
Connor squirmed all over the place. Angel was not used to this. Even when he'd been Angelus, and he had been more than a disciplined than; he'd downright tortured William and Penn, though he'd been much more gentle with Dru, she'd gotten him mad too. But then, each one of them had known it was coming. And they had known it would go so much worse if they fought him.
Luckily, Angel was much stronger than Connor.
"You're going to hurt yourself," he warmed.
"Your aiming to hurt me! Not I!"
"Connor, I'm not trying to hurt you!"
"Then release me!"
Angel sighed there was no easy way to go about this. He was going to hurt his son. He couldn't afford to overthink everything.
Angel pulled Connor further up, getting his chest onto the cushions beside him. There, Angel was able to get his elbow to still the boy’s upper half. He moved his right leg until he was able to trap Connor's beneath his own.
There was no way Connor would get out of that one.
Raising his hand, Angel started to smack at his sons bottom before him. He had not expected to be doing this task for many years, but life had been cruel to him in that respect.
"Ahhhh!" screamed Connor, though it was more likely from the shock of it than pain. At least yet.
"You're going to learn boundaries, my little boy!" Angel began to lecture. (And he also cringe, hearing his father's words leave his mouth. Though Angel had never been referred to as 'little boy'.)
"Stop! stop!"
"And you're going to learn that certain actions have consequences!"
There had even been a portion of Angel that had thought, maybe his kid would be perfect. He'd never be bad and Angel would never have to punish him.
"From now on, if I say something, you listen to me! If I tell you not to go somewhere, you better not be here! And I better never find out that you did drugs, Connor Angel!"
"Oww!" Connor cried out, as Angel began to pepper the lower curvature of his cheeks. "That hurts! "
"Bars, drinking, fighting! Consider these all but a memory. I'm not going to tolerate it.
"When, and if, I feel you can go out on your own, you will let me know where you are at all times! Your freedom's cut off today, son." Angel raised his hand a delivered the last four swats harder than the rest, and yet still not with his full strength.
Connor couldn't find any more words. This had to be much, much worse than what he'd seen Kol receive. It was torture beyond torture, and while Angels words struck him as odd, he understood he had done things that had led Angel to this action.
If he ever saw Kol Mikaelson again, he'd kill him!
Finally done, Angel righted his son and quickl grabbed him in a tight embrace.
"Shhh mo buachaill leanbh," he buried his face among the untidy hair that he'd last left freshly cleaned and smelling of lavender. "You're alright. Nach caoin."
For his part, Connor allowed himself to be held. This was new to him. Father never held him, but especially not after striking him. He barely spoke with Steven after he had wronged.
And he didn't see Elijah hold onto Kol either. Though he had stated that he loved him. Maybe that was what Angel was doing telling Connor he loved him.
"Don't do that again," muttered Connor through a fresh stream of tears.
"Mo mhac," grinned Angel. "I can't promise you that. I can promise you, however that I will always be here for you. I'm not letting to let you slip away again, and I'm going to do my absolute best to give you the life you deserve."
Angel kissed at the dark hair, still soft he noticed. Though it had clearly been harshly cut throughout the years. No doubt with little more than a knife.
"I don't want you to do that again," frowned Connor.
"I don't want that either," Angel pushed the teen away enough to see his face. "But I will, if I have to."
"You don't have to." Connor shook his head.
Angel just smiled and kissed his forehead. The kid would learn, some enough.
"Come now, Connor, I'll show you your room."
End.
Fandom: Crossover!! Angel the Series/The Vampire Diaries
Prompt: spankedbyspike - who wanted Angel the Series or Vampire Diaries or White Collar. I got two out of three, hope you like!
Summary: The City of Angels has itself quite the little demons in its midst.
Words: 4,914
Characters: Main characters of Connor Angel and Kol Mikaelson
Disclaimer: The following includes characters that are not originally mine. Alas, this does me great sorrow, but I will take no claim to them.
Bad boys, bad boys
Whatha gonna do
Watchga gonna do when
They come For You
-Inner Circle
The thought of being brought up by a demon sickened Connor. His father had taught him that demons were vicious creatures, bred from the darkest corners of creation; brought about to harm and undo all of Gods work. And while Daniel wasn't his real father, he had made Connor the man he was.
Except, that man called himself Steven.
But he deserved to be Connor. He deserved to bear the name that the insidious beast gave him.
Connor. Like he was somebody. Like he mattered.
He didn't matter any. He had no one to matter to. Connor was all alo-
"Pardon me, love," a voice called out.
Connor glanced up. A new face entered his barren accommodations.
"What?" he snapped.
"Well we certainly aren't one for manners, are we?" the intruder said cheerfully, bouncing his way into the gruddy apartment.
"Do you wish me for something?" Connor asked, frowning more so, gripped his bone sharp knife in his hand, hidden by his hips from view.
"You that lad from them two walking blood banks?" he was cryptically asked.
"I am from no bank!"
The stranger just stare at him. Still, he nodded at Connor and smiled.
"Kol Mikaelson," he greeted warmly, smiling an overly confident look that was starting to irritate Connor.
"Connor Angel," he gritted out, staring at Kols hand in confusion. "Formerly Steven Holtz. Now, what do you want?"
A mischievous smile spread across Kol's face.
"Just to get to know you better, mate."
*~*~*
Three days.
Three days Connor had known Kol, and in those three days he had done more things than he could have ever thought of.
In three days, Connor kept thinking back to Sunny. She was the first person he had met when he first arrived from Quor'Toth. And she was the first person her ever saw die.
Kol didn't care what they did. He kept telling Connor that he needed to have fun. Connor wasn't certain what Kol meant by all of that, but what he did know was - they sure hit an awful lot of nightclubs in those three days.
In three days, Connor learned what a night club even was.
Kol managed to get the both of them 'fake IDs'. And basically, what they said was that Kol and Connor were old enough to be wherever they wanted to be. Connor didn't understand why that even mattered. If he wanted to be somewhere, he had always gone. Father had never trully cared about his placement or age regarding his whereabouts. And he had never needed a picture to tell him who he was either.
Connor decided it was much easier just dealing with one person, Father, than it was dealing with such a multitude of people.
"You've gotta try this," Kol said, bringing back to their table with him two tall drinks.
Kol had been saying those words a lot in the last three days.
"Will it burn?" Connor frowned, taking the glass in hand. He had quickly learned that many substances that Kol handed him were burning to his throat and hazardous to his vision. Three nights ago, it had also proven quite disastrous to his previous meals.
"Less than before!" Kol yelled through the pulsing music around them. He was swaying to the beats and it made him act stranger than usual.
Connor cringed. Still, he tilted the glass against his lips, slowly moving them up and up as the beverage started to slip between his lips.
And from one moment to the next, the glass in his hand went from freezing, to missing.
*~*~*
Angel couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only had he walked into a demon bar, startled by the nearby scent of his son - but he had spotted said son there. With an alcoholic, demon blood concoction that would surely leave a human like Connor flat on his stomach.
He was beside the boy in an instant.
"Connor!" he griped, taking the beverage away from the teen.
He still couldn't believe his little baby of just a few months was a teen.
"You can't drink that!"
"Why not?" Connor frowned. He was frightened by Angel's presence, and slightly angered by his actions. Mostly, he was confused. Kol had said that he had to try more things. Why wouldn't he be allowed this one drink? "Kol believes them beneficial."
"I don't know who this Kol person is," Angel said, handing off the drink to the nearest person to him. "But you can't have drinks like this, son. I won't allow it."
The words angered Connor. He wasn't exactly interested in listening to his father, Angel. He wasn't interested in the creatures opinions, And he should certainly just keep them to himself.
"I am not bothered by your disregard," he told him. "You may look away if you please."
Taking a deep sigh, Angel grit his teeth together and tried again.
"Connor," he said, but it came out as a low growl. "CONNOR!" He yelled, getting his voice clear over the loudness around them. But it also startled a few people, including his son. "There are certain things, in this world, that you just can't do."
Connor opened his mouth to say something, but he soon found that he didn't need to.
"Take it easy mate," a now familiar voice called out.
Angel turned to find one of the oldest vampires alive.
Little was known about the birth of vampires, but Angel had heard the stories. A group of the first. The Originals.
There was no way to know by seeing them. As a vampire, Angel could tell when there were others nearby. Demons, of all kinds, gas off a sort of residue; and vampires worst of all. Maybe because he was one himself.
And the older one was, the stronger the residue.
Angel had never felt one so strong. Except for that one time.
"I've got the kids back," the voice continued.
But to know for sure? It was a risk. It was said that they never revealed themselves for what they truly were. It was said they were unkillable. It was said that to be in their presence, was to sign your death warrant.
Angel tried to keep calm. There were plenty of times be had contemplated his own demise, but with Connor so near? It was out of the question.
"I don't think we've met," he said. "I'm Angel, Connor's father. I'm sure your a great kid and all, but I can take it from here."
The young looking vampire grinned. He liked barely older than Connors 15 or 16 years. He almost wondered how he had gotten in; it was said they had untold powers.
"That's right," he held his hand to his lips as if in thought. "The one with a soul, am I right love?"
If he'd had a beating heart, it would be pounding against his chest. He'd heard of him. Angel knew his story wasn't common place, but for it to have reached the very top?
They might personally know he powers that be!
"Don't bother," he lowered his hands, clasping hem in front of him. "I know I am."
"What do you want?" asked Angel, perplexed.
Connor glanced from Angel to his friend.
"You know him?"
"He's a mitt famous," Kol tipped up his own drink, guzzling it all at once. "Quite the troublemaker in his day."
Connor looked to Angel and glared. Apparently, Daniel Holtz had enlightened his son there as well.
"You are like him, then?" glared Connor.
Kol shook his head. He turned; motioning for a refill.
"Not in the least bit, mate." Kol leaned back on the counter and continued to grin. "I'm loads better."
"I'm sure we've all had our days," Angel tried to remain calm. He didn't know at much what this Original could do- and he wasn't aiming to find out.
"Ta mate!" Kol beamed and pointed at Angel as if he had said something grand. "Right you are! I think I like you!"
Angel couldn't say that the feeling was mutual.
"I don't think we'll be needing you quite yet, mate. You can head on home. I've got the lad. No worries. "
"He shouldn't be drinking," Angel glared at the offensive object now on the counter. "He's too young to be here."
"What's age but a number?" shrugged Kol. "How old are you now, anyway? I stopped counting centuries ago, but I'm sure Lijah would know."
"He's sixteen," Angel stressed. "If that."
"And what teenager hasn't raided trough a liquor cabinet once or twice!" beamed Kol. "Can't keep him bottled up forever."
*~*~*
Needless to say, he couldn't exactly snatch Connor up with him. Not around Kol.
Angel looks once more towards the bar. He'd been waiting for the past three hours outside, and it was closing time now - but still no sign of either male.
He kept telling himself that if Kol had wanted to hurt Connor, he had had days to do it.
But still, he worried.
*~*~*
He couldn't hear a single heartbeat in the bar. And he couldn't find a trace of Connor's scent either.
Angel didn't know how, but they had managed to get past him. The worst part was that Angel knew he wouldn't be able to find them. Not tonight.
And not alone.
There was a lot in his past Angel wasn't proud about. Angelus was a ruthless killer. He meant death and rampage. He meant Darla and Drusilla and William.
He was a whole other life. But he was still a part of Angel. As much as he hated it, they were different but still one in the same.
Darla had loved mingling with the highest of the upperclass. She loved the glamour and she loved the mockery of it.
And yes, she loved feasting on them too.
Even back then, without televisions and the Internet to get the news around quickly. And they had all heard about the who's who in their time.
While they never went after royalty (or at least no one anyone would miss), they kept themselves thick as thieves with the high collars.
And one evening, the parties led them to the castle of one family, Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson.
*~*~*
Angel was flipping through the Internet. It was light out and he figured that Connor and Kol would find themselves inside. After all, the sun was a vampires biggest enemy.
He hadn't heard about the Original family for a while, and that was always a good thing. Rumor mill was that if they were asking about you; you were as good as dead.
But there was always someone around that seemed to know someone that knew someone that could get in touch with them.
Angel just hoped he was right.
*~*~*
Connor rubbed at his tired eyes. It was bright and sunny outside; a perfect Californian day.
Connor wasn't used to the sun.
"It won't bite," teased Kol, glancing to where Connor kept to the shadows. "Though, it might burn."
"There isn't much light where I'm from," he commented.
"You're from here, mate. Make the most of it."
Connor knew for sure that Kol was no vampire. He knew things, so he had to be something. But he almost seemed joyful and friendly, not things the teen attributed to the undead.
"Where are we going?"
"I've got a mate round here," grinned Kol. "Wants to meet you."
"Me?" he frowned. "Why me?"
"You're the son of two vampires, Con!" Kol said as if this was the most obvious of knowledge. "People are interested."
Connor didn't like where the conversation was leading him.
"Why would they care about that?"
"You're a rarity," Kol explained. "You're a prophecy and an enigma. Naturally, people are curious."
"I don't wish to meet such people." He stopped walking.
"And right you would be." nodded Kol. "But we don't have much of a choice. LA is wicked crazed, love. Monster at every corner."
"What are you?"
"I'm quite Original, I'm afraid. There's no other way to categorize it." Kol glanced at him and smiled. "Don't worry, Connor. I won't let any harm come to you. Scouts honor!"
Connor didn't understand why Kol held his hand up at that, but he figured he might as well keep walking. He hadn't seen Kol fight, but Connor knew he could take care I himself. He was not afraid, just cautious.
*~*~*
It had been a long day.
Connor hadn't known what to expect, and at one point Kol had called it quits. Everyone had backed away, but the lady in charge kept insisting.
"I want to see what makes him so special!" she screeched coming closer to them.
Connor had pulled out his knife then.
"No need mate," Kol tilted his head back enough to look at Connor. "She’s heading right back to sit her arse down, if she wishes to remain in the land of living - that is."
"I'm not threatened by you, wampir!"
"Ah!" Kol's head did a bit of a tilt thing and his voice changed; darker, deeper. "That's where you're wrong, lass. Quite wrong."
Kol moved faster than anything Connor had ever seen. In less than a blink, he was at her side; her hair tight in his grasp as he pulled in back. Kol brought a fingertip to her throat.
"You should be terrified!"
The fight was quick. She struck first, fast, but she was a blood pile in seconds. The others came at them then, Connor took out the two beside him in minutes. When he turned, the other seven were either dead or knocked out, Kol wiping at his hands as he walked towards Connor.
"Curiosity sure killed her!" Kol teased.
Connor frowned.
They headed out, walking back to the bar, with Kol telling Connor about root-beer floats and how they should both try one.
*~*~*
That night, after circumstances Connor had never seen coming (and neither had Kol, by the look of surprise on his face) Connor found himself face to face with Angelus.
Pardon. Angel. As if it made a difference.
Kol's family had arrived. They were not pleased with him, and his sister had cried. They had thought him dead.
His oldest brother, Elijah, had taken Connor in hand, dragging him as the other two grabbed Kol, and they all went to the Hyperion in a limo.
It was bizarre, but more so in the limo.
Connor had sat silent. Kol had not.
Kol had been angered by his brothers remarks. And while his other brother and sister had commented, Elijah had mostly remained silent. Until he hadn't.
"You are more than a child," came Elijah's calm voice. "You are an eternal child, and even if you weren't still one, I would not care. You are our brother, and we love you. You have the audacity to let us keep thinking that you were long lost to us, to mourn you! You deserve for us to leave you lost somewhere, but no. Instead we come to find you. To take you home. And you have the gull to spit that back in our faces?" Elijah shook his head ever just slightly. He held up his hand to stop whatever comment Kol was about to add.
"Keep up your words, little brother, and you'll be fast to remember who you're speaking to!"
Even Connor felt guilty, and he hadn't said a thing.
*~*~*
"You are not my father, Lijah," muttered Kol, feeling both upset and ridiculed. His brothers always treated him like he was still twelve years old!
But long were the days of before gone.
"Mikael wouldn't have gone looking for you! You ingrate!" Nik added, kicking at Kol's leg.
Elijah placed a restraining hand on Klaus's knee.
"Mikael would have torn you apart at that bar. To have run off. To have to take the time to come after you. It would not have been pretty, or quick. Make no mistake about it."
"Elijah," Rebekah sighed. "Don't say things like that." Thoughts of violence and before and even of their father often upset her.
"What I mean is that I don't need you, any of you, coming after me every other second! I'm sorry I didn't call sooner, but that's no reason to come all out, embarrass me no less!, and what? Do you expect me to thank you?!"
"I expect some bloody gratitude, yes!" Nik retorted.
"At the very least, I expect to see some remorse, or some chastisement in your eyes. You know enough to realize you were wrong."
"I am Not wrong!"
He should have kept his mouth shut. Kol knew he was stressing Klaus and Elijah both, and one would like snap. He had just figured it would be Niklaus, maybe snapping his neck to silence him for the trip home.
Instead, it was Elijah. And in retrospect, he had been warned.
Lightning fast and no preamble. That was always Elijah.
Kol had barely gotten his words out when he found himself mostly across Elijah's lap, though he was partially over Nik's too.
Rebekah had been next to Kol, with Connor on her other side. Now they were in prime viewing position of what was about to occur.
Sadly, for Kol, this would not be the first of times his siblings had seen him in such position. Elijah and Nik had always been firm. Elijah took all of them in hand since they were babes, and Nik after a while of becoming a vampire. Finn hadn't ever given him a full on spanking, but he'd received some smacks from his second oldest brother as well.
There was no way out of Elijah's hold. Kol knew this from centuries' experience. Still, he squirmed the shoved at the seat and at what he could of Elijah himself. He would have tried kicking if Klaus hadn't stopped his legs. Probably better. If he had managed to kick Nik or Bekah, Lijah would take his pants for sure!
But in front of Connor! And the driver would surely hear too.
"Elijah! No!" Kol cried out.
Elijah didn't waste his time with words. He had had enough and he was going to make certain Kol regretted not keeping his mouth shut!
Elijah was nothing if not determined and efficient.
Elijah's hand connected solidly to Kol's behind. He made sure Kol had no idea where the next one would land. It made the whole experience maddening, but it was always this way.
No part of Kol's bottom and upper thighs were left untouched. In all, the whole thing probably lasted a minute, if that, with Kol grunting and hissing the whole time.
And then, just as quick, he was once more righted into his seat.
Kol's head hung low and he wiped at his eyes a few times as the tears continued to come down.
"I love you, Kol; but I've had it. Not another word."
Kol nodded and tried to keep from squirming. He failed. And he could just feel Nik's grin.
Rebekah took his hand and gave it a squeeze. He felt every bit a child, much much younger than his seventeen year old appearance.
And the whole experience hadn't settled his stomach well. Kol certainly hoped that he wouldn't find himself puking up the alcohol now.
Elijah always warned him that he couldn't hold his liquor, he shouldn't be consuming it.
*~*~*
Connor was silent in front of Angel. Kol and his family had left, and Connor was certain he would never see them again.
He wasn't sure how he felt about that yet.
"Are you hurt?" Cordelia had asked him.
"I have not been harmed," replied Connor.
"You smell like blood," came Angel's reply.
"It is not my own."
"I know that!" Angel said. "Your scent is very well known to me. Whose blood is it?"
Connor frowned. He didn't feel like he needed to answer. But, the look on Angel's face was disturbingly familiar to the one Elijah had given Kol.
And Connor would go so far as to say that that had not ended favorably in Kol's behalf.
"I asked you a question, Connor!"
"I cannot answer you," he said. "I didn't know them."
"Did ya kill 'em?" Gunn asked frowning from the back where he and Fred stood. "Do we have an angry crew after you?"
"I presume some lived, if that's what you're asking," replied Connor, frowning at Gunn.
"So in the month of your return," Angel started to say. "You've broke into places, drank illegally, probably did some drugs, beat people up for fun, and maybe killed some others." Angel ticked each off in his hand. "And," he held up a final fifth finger. "You've been nothing but a brat since you've returned. Hanging out with Kol, with no idea who or what he was. Your attitude when I found you." Angel shook his head and scoffed. " You want to know what my father would say? If you've done enough things to fill up a hand, then you've earned a turn with it."
Connor cringed. He wasn't too sure what Angel meant, but his past experience and his recent observations were telling him to tread lightly.
"Guessing he didn't mean an applause either," came Gunn's comment.
"No, he did not."
"Umhmm," Gunn shook his head. He took Fred's hand and walked over to nudge Cordy along too. When all she offered was a puzzled look, Gunn rolled his eyes. "Sounds like Juniors getting a spanking."
Cordelia's eyes widen in understanding. Connor's in fear. Cordy blushed, offered up a sad smiled at Connor as she walked pass. Fred and Gunn soon behind her.
"I hate to do this," Angel started, shaking his head as he walked forward and took Connor's arm. "But I can't bear the thought of you, out there, getting hurt and harming yourself"
Angel led him to the round couch, located in the center of the entrance lobby.
"I did no such things!" Connor finally spoke. "I can care for myself. I always have."
"Maybe," Angel said, asking a seat and holding Connor at his side. "But that was then, over there. Here, now, you are a child - my child - and I'm not going to let these things slide.
"It was a mistake, my mistake, to let you out and on your own when you arrived. You don't know this place, its ways and customs. Its dangers. Its laws. You don't know enough to be trusted out there, Connor. And that's not your fault! You were taken from us. And had you not been, you'd barely be a year old!
"It would have fallen to me to teach you all of these things. And as your father, it is my duty to teach you right from wrong. You, even unknowingly, are in the wrong. I love you Connor, so much. It is my pleasure to be your father, by my duty to see that you become a man we can both be proud of."
Connor was thinking about how disturbingly similar those words were to the ones Elijah had told Kol. He frowned, remember the hits the older brother had bestowed on his companionable guide and passable friend. It had startled and frightened Connor, reduced Kol to a mess of cries and tears and left him silent until their recent departure.
He did not like having witnessed that.
Father had taken to striking out at Connor a few times too, in his primitive years. He didn't listen and he liked to explore. Connor would often times be gone while Father slept on, unawares.
But those strikes had been harsh and painful and oftentimes would cause him to bleed. This had not been the case he had witnessed.
"Are you to strike me now?" Connor asked, his voice betraying the calm and disregard Connor was wishing to project.
"I beg your pardon?" frowned Angel.
"Like Elijah did to Kol," Connor looked away. "He called Kol a child, told him he was in the wrong, and then Kol made him madder. Elijah struck Kol then, repeatedly."
Angel glanced at the door, as if the fore mentioned brothers were still there.
"Kol appeared no worse for wear. Though, he smelt of blood too."
"It left him unable to sit properly," grimmaced Connor. "But with no other signs."
"Then he got spanked," Angel smirked. "And you saw that?"
Connor nodded. "On our way here."
"Well, Elijah did sound rather displeased when I spoke with him. Regardless, that was not striking or hitting. That was a spanking you saw, and a very well deserved one. And to answer your question, yes Connor, you too will be getting a spanking."
Connor shook his head and yanked his hand free. He turned to run out the door, not allowing the idea to take hold. He didn't want to get a spanking! He hadn't liked what he'd witnessed and he hadn't liked when Father struck him either.
But Angel was quicker. He grabbed Connor around the waist and tugged him down.
"Unhand me!" he cried.
"Sorry, my son. We've barely begun."
*~*~*
Connor squirmed all over the place. Angel was not used to this. Even when he'd been Angelus, and he had been more than a disciplined than; he'd downright tortured William and Penn, though he'd been much more gentle with Dru, she'd gotten him mad too. But then, each one of them had known it was coming. And they had known it would go so much worse if they fought him.
Luckily, Angel was much stronger than Connor.
"You're going to hurt yourself," he warmed.
"Your aiming to hurt me! Not I!"
"Connor, I'm not trying to hurt you!"
"Then release me!"
Angel sighed there was no easy way to go about this. He was going to hurt his son. He couldn't afford to overthink everything.
Angel pulled Connor further up, getting his chest onto the cushions beside him. There, Angel was able to get his elbow to still the boy’s upper half. He moved his right leg until he was able to trap Connor's beneath his own.
There was no way Connor would get out of that one.
Raising his hand, Angel started to smack at his sons bottom before him. He had not expected to be doing this task for many years, but life had been cruel to him in that respect.
"Ahhhh!" screamed Connor, though it was more likely from the shock of it than pain. At least yet.
"You're going to learn boundaries, my little boy!" Angel began to lecture. (And he also cringe, hearing his father's words leave his mouth. Though Angel had never been referred to as 'little boy'.)
"Stop! stop!"
"And you're going to learn that certain actions have consequences!"
There had even been a portion of Angel that had thought, maybe his kid would be perfect. He'd never be bad and Angel would never have to punish him.
"From now on, if I say something, you listen to me! If I tell you not to go somewhere, you better not be here! And I better never find out that you did drugs, Connor Angel!"
"Oww!" Connor cried out, as Angel began to pepper the lower curvature of his cheeks. "That hurts! "
"Bars, drinking, fighting! Consider these all but a memory. I'm not going to tolerate it.
"When, and if, I feel you can go out on your own, you will let me know where you are at all times! Your freedom's cut off today, son." Angel raised his hand a delivered the last four swats harder than the rest, and yet still not with his full strength.
Connor couldn't find any more words. This had to be much, much worse than what he'd seen Kol receive. It was torture beyond torture, and while Angels words struck him as odd, he understood he had done things that had led Angel to this action.
If he ever saw Kol Mikaelson again, he'd kill him!
Finally done, Angel righted his son and quickl grabbed him in a tight embrace.
"Shhh mo buachaill leanbh," he buried his face among the untidy hair that he'd last left freshly cleaned and smelling of lavender. "You're alright. Nach caoin."
For his part, Connor allowed himself to be held. This was new to him. Father never held him, but especially not after striking him. He barely spoke with Steven after he had wronged.
And he didn't see Elijah hold onto Kol either. Though he had stated that he loved him. Maybe that was what Angel was doing telling Connor he loved him.
"Don't do that again," muttered Connor through a fresh stream of tears.
"Mo mhac," grinned Angel. "I can't promise you that. I can promise you, however that I will always be here for you. I'm not letting to let you slip away again, and I'm going to do my absolute best to give you the life you deserve."
Angel kissed at the dark hair, still soft he noticed. Though it had clearly been harshly cut throughout the years. No doubt with little more than a knife.
"I don't want you to do that again," frowned Connor.
"I don't want that either," Angel pushed the teen away enough to see his face. "But I will, if I have to."
"You don't have to." Connor shook his head.
Angel just smiled and kissed his forehead. The kid would learn, some enough.
"Come now, Connor, I'll show you your room."
End.