Awkward moments

[the_god_illyria]

I didn't bother to answer Wesley when he asked if I would be joining him with Angel. I simply shook my head lightly and watching walk way, disappearing through the door. I had said what I needed to say to Angel, and I assumed Faith had done the same. Angel was not the being he has once been, and it was rather disturbing to see him in such a

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[mr_angel]

Wesley walked past me and I started to follow him with Illyria at my side. Gone were the days when I was the one to take charge, to lead the way. Would it ever be as it was at one time? No. It would never be the same again. Not with all that's happened. I didn't want it to be the one any longer, did I? If I did I'd only make..

Freezing in my tracks, I turned to see Connor walk up from the house with weapons strapped to his body. Should I go back inside the house? Connor couldn't possibly want me around now. Not after seeing what I'd done to Spike in the alley. For that moment I'd become the one thing he'd been brought up to hate. Did he even remember that now?

Then he just looked at me. He didn't say a word, but just looked at me. Straightening up a bit, I held his gaze for a moment before looking at Wesley. "We have to keep going." Tonight was obviously to state the obvious.

We walked a ways further and I found that the scent and sense I'd felt earlier only grew stronger. It couldn't be that much further could it? It would be much further until I showed myself I was still worth what everyone else - what Faith told me I was.

[_wes_pryce_]

I kept on moving down the street in the direction Angel had pointed out. I should've done something the moment I felt something wasn't going right. Knew, through our connection that something was messing with *my* bloody Slayer. Of course she was more then just 'my slayer' now, so maybe that's why our connection was so strong. At least from my side of the line.

Just as we started to seriously move, there were footsteps behind us. I didn't turn around to see who it was since the rest hardly reacted as well. When it came to that, their sense were better then mine. You'd think that when they drag you back from the dead, they'd at least give you something as an apology. But no, I was still just a mere human mortal. A formerly dead one, but still.

Pausing when I heard Connor’s voice, I couldn’t help but turn around to see Angel’s reaction to this. How was his relationship toward his son these days? I had destroyed it utterly before we joined that bloody firm. Not personally, but I was the catalyst to the estrangement between Angel and Connor. But what I saw between the two, didn’t give me any clues. At least they weren’t trying to kill each other. I guess that’s a clue on its own.

“Can we stop wasting time now? God only knows what they’re doing to Faith.”

[impossible_son]

When I aproached the group there seemed to be mixed reactions. Could tell that Wes was still unsure about it all. About my father and I. I don't blame him, after all that's happened that he would still be unsure. But...things are different now. Not really at its best, but that's only because I haven't had enough time to talk to my father since we'd found him.

"Right, no more wasting time," I commented when Wes spoke. Then we continued on. We moved almost like a pack. Like we were a gang. Almost how it was there for a little while when things were rough. We all fought together...well, with Fred at the time. Still...it felt...right.

I could tell we were getting close with how the way my father was acting. Also, I felt it too. Her presence. We were almost there. Almost to where inevitably Kakistos had to be. Where inevitable Kakistos would die...again.

[the_god_illyria]

We raced down the street, as Angel and Connor followed Faith's scent and whatever else had taken her. The agitation emanating from Wesley was becoming almost unbearable, to me, for reasons I could not yet grasp. But seeing him that way was disturbing.

We were all on the alert, our senses tuned to anything that looked suspicious. I could not deny that somewhere deep inside I had missed this, the hunt. I had been on my own for so long now, as Spike and I had grown a bit distant.

But in the early years, when I still didn't understand this world, I thrived on this, thrived for the hunt.

We turned the corner and then stopped, for a brief second I thought that Angel and Connor had lost Faith's scent, but it was not so. Within seconds father and son resumed their search and Wesley and I followed. I could almost sense the anger building up in Connor. For, as it was probably on everyone's mind now, the only one that had the recourses to kidnap a slayer was Kakistos. The one being I had been looking for, the culprit who destroyed Connor's life, and lives of his wife and his unborn child.

[mr_angel]

As we walked I felt a twinge just above my lip. Raising my hand, I felt a sore and probably somewhat bruised place on my skin from where Faith had done what no one else probably would've done and knocked some sort of sense into me. The reminder only made me walk somewhat faster and my eyes narrowed as I felt we were getting closer.

Wesley was in the lead, but Connor and I weren't far behind. We weren't directly next to each other, but we might as well have been. It had been almost ten years since I'd seen my son. He's grown up, gotten older, but still looked exactly the way I remembered him. I knew if I looked hard enough I'd be able to see that face I'd memorized after the first time he'd been taken from me those years ago.

Turning a corner I slowed when I saw a large building, nice at that, a hundred or little more feet from where we'd turned. Opening my mouth slightly, I turned to Connor then back to the building. That was it or else I was completely wrong. Looking at the building again, I frowned. Was there some sort of balance that needed to be taken care of? I quit living in hotels and offices and the rest of the demon world moves up a step in life? Figures.

"T-That's it. She's inside."