Connor...okay. From huntedmerciless
Worried, pretty much physically feeling sick from it, which is saying something because vampires don't get sick, I drove with reckless abandon back to Seasdide from Los Angeles.
Cordy massaged my arm, noticing my anguish, and occasionally stroked my thigh. It was her that made me realize that i might have made a big mistake; a mistake thgat I couldn't now reverse or correct.
Everything had gone the somewhat smoothly at Vail's place. He had predictably used magic's on us to try to prevent us from getting to him. Cordy glowed which made me, one of his demons that was coming to protect him and Vial himself, spacy and loving.
Vail dropped the stasis that he had us in and while, for moments, I didn't have it in me to produce anger, Cordy took charge, beheaded the demon with her sword and then pressed Vail on taking the spell back. She coerced him with her powers and his glow-effects to do a spell to make Connor more tame and he agreed.
Once the spell ended a catch came into effect and made me want to kill the frail, little and old son of a bitch. He would only do the spell if Connor killed Shajhan, locked in a vase in Vail's office. Of cours,e always a catch and of course, I had offered to kill Shajhan for him so Connor didn't have to, but there was the prophecy that Cordy learned fully about while I sneered at Vail. Only Connor could kill Shajhan, Wesley, Holtz, it all came back and my anger rose.
I agreed to the conditions and Vail did a spell. The atmosphere changed like magic's had worked and then, I chopped Vail's head off. I did it because now, Vail couldn't just decide to wipe away another spell that he had performed on Connor and now, Connor didn't have to kill Shjhan for Vail's benefit, because let's face it, Vail was already dead. No need for him to worry about Shajhan killing him at this point and no reason to release Shjhan from the vase.
After leaving, Cordy pointed out that the spell could have been a hoax and now, Connor might be like he is forever. That's when my panic that caused me to drive a hundred and twenty miles an hour started. Why had I killed Vail? It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I should have waited until I knew that Connor was tame before doing it. It would have only taken a phone call.
We reached Seaside and I stopped the car with a skid in front of the house.
When we rushed in, we saw Spike on the couch, looking tense, probably over Buffy, alone.
"Have you looked in on Connor, Spike? How is he doing? Did something happen? A spell was performed. Is he okay?"
Cordy held my shoulder, sensing my stress level and for a second, i thought that Spike was going to be his usual asshole self to me, but then he smiled. That smile could mean anything, though. I wanted to grab him by the collar of his trenchcoat, but he stood and started to speak.
[Spike, Cordy and Connor]
Cordy massaged my arm, noticing my anguish, and occasionally stroked my thigh. It was her that made me realize that i might have made a big mistake; a mistake thgat I couldn't now reverse or correct.
Everything had gone the somewhat smoothly at Vail's place. He had predictably used magic's on us to try to prevent us from getting to him. Cordy glowed which made me, one of his demons that was coming to protect him and Vial himself, spacy and loving.
Vail dropped the stasis that he had us in and while, for moments, I didn't have it in me to produce anger, Cordy took charge, beheaded the demon with her sword and then pressed Vail on taking the spell back. She coerced him with her powers and his glow-effects to do a spell to make Connor more tame and he agreed.
Once the spell ended a catch came into effect and made me want to kill the frail, little and old son of a bitch. He would only do the spell if Connor killed Shajhan, locked in a vase in Vail's office. Of cours,e always a catch and of course, I had offered to kill Shajhan for him so Connor didn't have to, but there was the prophecy that Cordy learned fully about while I sneered at Vail. Only Connor could kill Shajhan, Wesley, Holtz, it all came back and my anger rose.
I agreed to the conditions and Vail did a spell. The atmosphere changed like magic's had worked and then, I chopped Vail's head off. I did it because now, Vail couldn't just decide to wipe away another spell that he had performed on Connor and now, Connor didn't have to kill Shjhan for Vail's benefit, because let's face it, Vail was already dead. No need for him to worry about Shajhan killing him at this point and no reason to release Shjhan from the vase.
After leaving, Cordy pointed out that the spell could have been a hoax and now, Connor might be like he is forever. That's when my panic that caused me to drive a hundred and twenty miles an hour started. Why had I killed Vail? It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I should have waited until I knew that Connor was tame before doing it. It would have only taken a phone call.
We reached Seaside and I stopped the car with a skid in front of the house.
When we rushed in, we saw Spike on the couch, looking tense, probably over Buffy, alone.
"Have you looked in on Connor, Spike? How is he doing? Did something happen? A spell was performed. Is he okay?"
Cordy held my shoulder, sensing my stress level and for a second, i thought that Spike was going to be his usual asshole self to me, but then he smiled. That smile could mean anything, though. I wanted to grab him by the collar of his trenchcoat, but he stood and started to speak.
[Spike, Cordy and Connor]