The thrill of the fight...
It was nice to get away from the hotel for awhile.
Lately, it seemed like the only time Connor got to go out hunting was when he went with Fred and Gunn, looking for leads on Angel's whereabouts. Well, Fred and Gunn were looking for leads. Connor was busy trying to beat them to the punch and killing the leads before Fred and Gunn could get to them. So far, it seemed to be working, and Connor was sure they would run out of potential leads at some point. There couldn't have been that many demons or vampires or whatever elses that might have caught wind of some information about Angel's disappearance.
But right now, he wasn't fighting to cover his tracks. He was fighting for him. It felt good to let off steam like this, to feel his knuckles make contact with cold flesh and bone as his fist met an approaching vampire's face. He'd been patrolling the streets all night, looking for fights to pick. It felt like he'd already dusted more vampires that night than he had in the last two or three weeks.
It was a good feeling. He felt strong. Powerful. He knew he was both of those things, but it wasn't often that he got to use that raw power anymore. Now that he was out alone, he could do whatever he wanted. No holds barred. He didn't have to worry about Gunn getting mad that he'd been shown up, or Fred getting worried about his overexerting himself.
He could do whatever he wanted.
He let out a loud growl as the vampire launched itself at him again, and this time Connor was ready to end it. No more smacking walking corpses around. He'd had enough of that for the night. Holding up the stake that had been tightly clutched in his right hand, he lunged forward at the same time as the advancing vampire, and, tilting his head to the side, leaned forward and struck. The stake hit its mark without fail, and there was a slight whimper coming from the fanged monster as it disintigrated into dust, which quickly mingled with the remains of its ex-companions on the asphalt beneath Connor's feet.
"Way too easy," Connor said with a sigh, dusting himself off and shoving the stake into his back pocket. "Isn't anyone teaching these guys how to defend themselves?" He shook his head as he went to lean against the nearby brick wall, allowing himself to rest for a few minutes. He didn't tire easily, but he'd been fighting vampires all night, and was finally beginning to feel a little sore. From all he'd heard about vampires, they were supposed to be evil, ruthless killers, but none of the vampires he'd met seemed to be able to handle themselves well in a fight. None except Angel, anyway, and now he was at the bottom of the ocean.
Lousy sires, not teaching their fledglings how to fight. It took the fun out of it for the exterminators.
Lately, it seemed like the only time Connor got to go out hunting was when he went with Fred and Gunn, looking for leads on Angel's whereabouts. Well, Fred and Gunn were looking for leads. Connor was busy trying to beat them to the punch and killing the leads before Fred and Gunn could get to them. So far, it seemed to be working, and Connor was sure they would run out of potential leads at some point. There couldn't have been that many demons or vampires or whatever elses that might have caught wind of some information about Angel's disappearance.
But right now, he wasn't fighting to cover his tracks. He was fighting for him. It felt good to let off steam like this, to feel his knuckles make contact with cold flesh and bone as his fist met an approaching vampire's face. He'd been patrolling the streets all night, looking for fights to pick. It felt like he'd already dusted more vampires that night than he had in the last two or three weeks.
It was a good feeling. He felt strong. Powerful. He knew he was both of those things, but it wasn't often that he got to use that raw power anymore. Now that he was out alone, he could do whatever he wanted. No holds barred. He didn't have to worry about Gunn getting mad that he'd been shown up, or Fred getting worried about his overexerting himself.
He could do whatever he wanted.
He let out a loud growl as the vampire launched itself at him again, and this time Connor was ready to end it. No more smacking walking corpses around. He'd had enough of that for the night. Holding up the stake that had been tightly clutched in his right hand, he lunged forward at the same time as the advancing vampire, and, tilting his head to the side, leaned forward and struck. The stake hit its mark without fail, and there was a slight whimper coming from the fanged monster as it disintigrated into dust, which quickly mingled with the remains of its ex-companions on the asphalt beneath Connor's feet.
"Way too easy," Connor said with a sigh, dusting himself off and shoving the stake into his back pocket. "Isn't anyone teaching these guys how to defend themselves?" He shook his head as he went to lean against the nearby brick wall, allowing himself to rest for a few minutes. He didn't tire easily, but he'd been fighting vampires all night, and was finally beginning to feel a little sore. From all he'd heard about vampires, they were supposed to be evil, ruthless killers, but none of the vampires he'd met seemed to be able to handle themselves well in a fight. None except Angel, anyway, and now he was at the bottom of the ocean.
Lousy sires, not teaching their fledglings how to fight. It took the fun out of it for the exterminators.