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Alantie pt VI
They crept downstairs together and into the kitchen. Dawn noticed that all of the heavy drapes were shut tightly and the doors we locked up. They were completely shut in from the enemy outside, even if it seemed they had left. Dawn quietly put the hot water on, and pulled out the tea bags and mugs. Buffy pulled out one of the stools and perched herself on it, relaxed, but in a position to attack if she needed to. Connor watched the Slayer's ready position. He smiled to himself 'she is definitely a hunter' he thought, moving to the end of the kitchen island. Buffy's unwavering gaze followed him as he moved through the kitchen.
"Connor, lets start right in, shall we? You are here to kill Angel because he is a killer. correct? I thought you were in some alternate universe. You were kidnapped...", her voice grew quiet, as she looked down at her hands folded on the counter, "it was really rough on Angel...he called me. God, he was...so upset. I have only heard him full of that much...anguish once before." she sighed, remembering the her and Angel's emotional past and regaining her focus looked back up at him, "but your back now, and you are here to settle the "debt". Why are you in Sunnydale?" Connor had been listening, she could tell because his head was tilted towards her, but his eyes were following Dawn as she gathered things in the kitchen, making tea. He was studying her graceful movements and innocent expression. Connor blinked and turned to the Slayer then, speaking carefully.
"You are the Chosen One. It is your duty to destroy the vampires, and yet you love my fa- Angel. I have been taught of his past, and you have saved his life. more than once. You, a Slayer. You deserve to be punished too. You have turned your back on your duty. I am the destroyer." His intense but quiet words stirred Buffy's soul. She felt sorrow, shame, and extreme anger build up inside of her. Dawn stared nervously at her sister. She knew that Angel was a tricky subject for her to discuss. Dawn put down the steaming teapot and turned to Connor.
"Connor, um...Angel is different though. He is the vampire with a soul. It was written. Buffy loves the soul part of Angel...if he didn't have a soul, she would have staked him a LONG time ago, believe me. He was a killer, but he isn't anymore. I mean, you know that right? You can't punish Buffy...I won't let you." She said strongly. Connor's dark eyebrows shot up, both surprised and impressed at her determination to protect her all-powerful sister, who could certainly take care of herself. Just then the window in the dining room exploded simultaneously with the kitchen windows- burning torches were thrown in. Buffy leapt across the counter at the same time Connor did, both tackling Dawn to the floor. A loud crash upstairs told them that the windows up there had been destroyed too.
"We have to get out of here!!" Buffy shouted over the crashing and the burning. She leaned over and grabbed Dawn by her shoulders, pulling her to her feet, "Conner, you need to take Dawn. I have to go fight them. You have to get her out of here safe!" She looked into Connor's face desperately. "I know I can trust you with her." she said as quietly and urgently as she could. He nodded, and pulled Dawn to him, and the two of them disappeared into the smoke, towards the front door...
Mazzy Pt VII
Dawn and Connor were far away from the house, but Dawn had to look back, she had to know Buffy would be OK. She could hear the punches and the screaming of demons and the unforgettable sound of dusted vampires. She'd know those sounds anywhere and she knew Buffy was winning and could handle herself. She had had some time to grab her cell phone. Buffy didn't want her to have one, thinking she'd spend all the time chatting with her friends, but at this moment she was glad she had convinced her otherwise. She pulled the purple-flowered device out of her bag as Connor watched her, confused by the device and maybe a bit concerned that it was a weapon of some sort. Dawn pushed the auto button that had the number of the Magic Box on it and was relieved when she heard Xander's voice on the other end. Connor watched the brave girl. Here she was petite and beautiful, probably one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. Her long, dark hair sweeping about her body as she carried the look of concern and strength on her face. There was no doubt that this was the sister of the Slayer and that the same blood ran through both of them. It was a strong bloodline, that he knew for sure.
Connor was supposed to take care of her, but this was not his city, not even his dimension and soon Dawn was leading him on. She grabbed his hand and the bandages he had wrapped on her scraped his palm, but he didn't mind. His instincts were heightened all around--alert for threats and other nasties, but he couldn't detect anything at the moment. The only thing he could sense was her, and that was OK by him. Soon they were in a park. It was quiet and the moon shone around them. "Let's sit here." Dawn pointed to a swing set, sat down and indicated that he sit next to her. "And what shall we do? Wait?" He asked her curiously.
"Yeah, my friend Xander will let us know when it's safe to return to the house." She stared at him a moment. It was quite a while before she spoke again. Finally she gazed up at him. "I've been thinking about what you said to Buffy, and about Angel." He grew uncomfortable for a moment, but she continued determinedly. "I keep going back to the same thought. You say that Angel was evil and soulless, but I never saw that. He was a creature, something not quite human, but he had a soul. If he was truly evil, how could he have fathered you? " He looked puzzled at the thought. "You are so kind, so caring. I can tell. And you are very much like him." She reached up and touched his soft brown hair. "You do realize that, don't you? You are as much a part of him as I am a part of my sister." He nodded, understanding
"I do see that you are a part of your sister." Then he grabbed her hand and pulled it to his mouth.
Alantie Part VIII
She felt his surprisingly soft lips on her hands. He kissed her fingers and her bandages, his eyes never leaving hers. Dawn fidgeted slightly.
"But I'm not like her. She is so much smarter and stronger than I can ever be. Slayer strength, you know." she shrugged. He dropped his hand to his lap, still holding onto her hand. Crouching in front of her swing, he held both of her hands firmly. "You are stronger than you think you are. Stronger in heart. And mind." She looked down at the ground, and smiled shyly, and then put her forehead against his.
"You get your strength of heart and mind from Angel." she whispered. He sighed, as if he didn't want to accept it, but he knew it was true. His eyes closed briefly as he breathed..they flew open again.
"But I am the destroyer. Its my duty." He said, pulling his forehead away from hers. She pulled her hands from his grasp and laid them gently on the sides of his face, pulling him back towards her.
"Lets not talk about the destroyer or duty." she smiled, and leaned in to kiss him. At first he didn't know how to react, he could smell her hair, and her lip gloss. It was so young and fresh. Slowly he found himself mesmerized by her touch, her kisses, and the sweet taste of her mouth. He pulled her off the swing gently, and into his lap, his arms wrapping around her tiny waist. Her long shinning hair wrapped around his arms, as he stroked it with his worn hands. She pulled away and smiled "Now I can see why Buffy loved Angel so much.." she teased, leaning back into him, pressing her lips to his happily. He laid back, and twisted around so he was lying on top of her on the playground's ground. Thoughts swirled fiercely through her head 'was she really doing this? Should she do this with a guy she just met? Is this how Buffy felt when Angel kissed her the first time? Shouldn't they go somewhere else? Then reality struck her again: his strong kisses, his virtuous mind, his commitment to duty, and his amazing presence and smell. She sighed under him, and gave in completely....
Mazzy Pt IX
It seemed like forever that they stayed like that, wrapped up in each other's arms, touching, tasting, smelling. All Dawn's senses were alert and she was lost in ecstasy, like something she had never known and she knew he felt the same. When his long, slender fingers caressed her body and found her soft skin, she moaned in delight. This was a new experience for her, and she imagined it was not new to him, yet it was as if he was exploring new territory. Just the way he touched her, felt her body, every inch, every curve, every secret spot on her. And he knew exactly where to kiss and touch her to give her ultimate pleasure. Her hair was wild and his fingers were through it. Her face was flush and time drifted away. She felt his hot breath on her skin and his mouth covered hers. His tongue plunged deep in her mouth and hers greeted his with a rolling rhythm. She never knew she could feel so good. She was breathless as was he, when he lifted his face up from hers then gazed in her eyes. It was a moment and they just stared at each other, trying to catch their breaths. He eased up on her, moving his body off hers slightly.
"Have I done too much?" He asked innocently. "I never intended." He was embarrassed and tried to compose himself, covering the parts of her body where the skin was exposed. He couldn't get close enough to her and had gotten swept up, lost in the moment, lost in emotion. For her part, Dawn was surprised. Perhaps she was a little caught up too, but she didn't have any regrets.
"It's Ok Connor," She reached out and stroked his brown hair.
"No, it's not," He said, "I let myself get caught off guard and I took advantage of a situation. I should have known better." She tried to reassure him,
"You don't think I would have let something happen that I didn't want, do you?" Now, fully dressed and stoic again, Connor stood up.
"I don't think you could have done anything, if I didn't stop. I would have continued regardless of your wishes. You could not have stopped me. You are strong, but you do not have Slayer strength." Dawn adjusted her clothing and then got to her feet, but she was miffed at his sudden declaration. Maybe all this was to him was reaction to a stimulus and there were no feelings from him for her. He was just responding to his natural instincts.
"Just what kind of an animal are you?" Suddenly, her cell phone rang...
Alantie Pt V
Dawn tore her fiesty gaze away from Connor's penetrating eyes to pull out the tiny, colorful cell phone.
"Yeah, what? Xander?" she said curtly into it.
"Whoa, Dawn, relax. I just came to your house and no one is there...but it is pretty destroyed. Do you know where Buffy could be? Why don't you come to them Magic Box or my place...bring that Connor kid with you if you have to." She nodded into the phone and whispered a solemn
"okay" and hung up, and put it away again. She smoothed down her long brown hair with her fingers and tucked her hands in her front pockets. "Well, we gotta go. Come on. I may not have "slayer strength" but I do know we have to go find Xander, and I know the way and you don't so come on." She said, annoyance tainting her voice. She turned away abruptly and stomped through the playground equiptment towards downtown Sunnydale. Connor watched her, concerned and angry at himself.. 'what's wrong with me? I shouldn't care that I hurt her feelings...not really. I have to make it right some how.' He groaned and shook his head, the feathery locks of hair swept into his face. He couldn't believe he was bonding with the Slayer's sister. He followed her slender body into the darkness, quickening his pace so he could walk with her. His slim but hard arm reached out and he grabbed her arm, turning her towards him. Her beautiful curving eyebrows arched in surprise.
"What, Connor?"
"I'm sorry. I apologize. I shouldn't have...hurt your feelings." He said quietly. She sighed,
"I'm sorry too...its just..I'm stressed, you know? My sister is in danger, like always, but it always concerns me. You show up and you are incredible but you want to destroy her. My house is all burnt up. And things just aren't...aren't great right now." She hung her head, her hands slipping from her pockets and sagging limply at her sides. Connor moved towards her and pulled her against his chest, resting his chin on her smooth hair ontop of her head. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply leaning into his beautiful body. She wrapped her arms around his waist and clutched his shirt like she wouldn't let go. "Well well well...little bit has a beau." A dark english accent laughed from the nearby shadows. The blonde vampire moved into the moonlight, a loving but sinister smirk on his handsome face.
Mazzy Pt X
Cosmo1 description of Dawn's voice*
"Spike!" Dawn said, startled, as she instinctively withdrew from Connor's arms. Connor immediately took a fighting stance at the sight of the vamp, and the vamp began to circle the duo.
"So, what do we have here, another one of your little high school chumps? Though I have to say the dress fads of today's youth makes me glad I've stuck to basic black," he indicated Connor's rag-tag look. Dawn noticed the menace in Connor's eyes as he regarded the vamp. His predatory instincts were heightened. Ever the peacekeeper, she moved in between the men. "Spike, Buffy's in trouble," Dawn noticed his focus shift from Connor to her as his internal alarm went off. Spike's cool demeanor vanished and Connor took it as an opportunity to strike him. He was on him in an instant, wrangling Spike down to the ground and pulling out a sharp knife which he held to the vamp's throat. Dawn protested,
"No!" She was worried and her voice expressed it. Connor took her protest seriously, but he refused to move. He had Spike at a disadvantage, the knife pressing into his throat--a trickle of blood leaking where the tip pierced it. He would have continued, if it wasn't for the sound of Dawn's voice—a voice that sounded like a *soothing melody of rich clear sound that reverberated through a room like the pleasant cooing of a graceful dove*. Yet Connor was still reluctant to give up.
"Why shouldn't I kill him right now? He is a vampire. It is all over him. He is a demon, an evil being, and he must be destroyed." Dawn was almost in tears,
"No, Connor, he is my friend. He wouldn't hurt me." Connor did not move his knife. The vamp appeared helpless, but he looked at Dawn.
"Why do you keep the company of such lowlifes? Why do you befriend, demons and soulless creatures who kill?" Dawn approached him and began to pull him off of Spike. Connor had been right, she was no match for his strength, but she realized that he was trying to protect her, as Buffy had wished--had asked him to do. She realized that he was doing this for her, and that he must have some feeling, some emotion for Buffy or for her, and that was her advantage in the situation. She begged,
"Connor, please. It's hard to explain why even demons can have a good purpose. It is not black and white, but Spike has saved me, protected me just like you are doing now. He's on my side. He's on 'our" side. I need you to believe it." Connor, initially resisting her pulling away, sighed deeply, then relented. He had to trust someone, and Dawn did not give him reason to question her. He got off of Spike and backed up a bit, yet was still ready to fight, if the need arose.
"That's more like it boy, have some faith in the girl." Dawn rushed over to Spike and attempted to help him up, but even though he couldn't fight, he was not weak, and didn't need her assistance. "I'm alright, lil bit." He dusted off his black pants and regained his composure. "Tell me what's going on. Where's Buffy?" He was genuinely concerned.
"I don't know! The house was attacked and we escaped, but I don't know what happened to her. I sent Xander over there…" Spike interrupted, annoyed,
"Xander, that git. You sent a boy in to do a man's job. I'll go find her." Before he took off, he looked once again at Connor, "What about you? What are you doing, and what's the story with Mr. Hercules, here?" Dawn realized that Spike had no clue about Connor and wasn't sure what he might do if he knew, but she had to be honest with him; she owed him that much. "We, Connor and I, are going to the Magic Shop. Connor came here to look for Buffy," she paused and took a deep breath. "Spike, Connor is Angel's son." Spike stood in shock.
Alantie Pt XI
Spike turned his gaze from Dawn to the Connor. He thought he had recognized that same fire and strength in him. Spike leapt forward acting like he was going to punch Connor and then doubled over in pain. Connor jumped back in surprise and then began to come forward to fight him, when Dawn pushed him back again. She pressed her small hands firmly against his chest, and looked over her shoulder at Spike crouching on the ground, an unsurprised but annoyed look crossed her face.
"He's human." Spike said gruffly as he stood up, his fingers pressed to his temples. He shook his head as if shedding the pain. Dawn gently let go of Connor when she felt him relax again. He shot her a confused look.
"Um, Spike has a chip in his head..he can't hurt humans. He does that lunge-punch thing whenever he isn't sure if a person is human or...something else." She said simply, shrugging her shoulders. Connor was so confused now, but accepted it without comment.
"What did you want with Buffy?" Spike said, anger in his curiousity. Connor stared at Spike, his smooth lips staying firmly shut. Dawn laughed uncomfortably..
"Hey, hey! Why does it matter? Spike, you need to go find her, make sure she's alright, okay? You are the only one strong enough to help her out...you don't want Xander screwing things up...riiight?" Dawn prodded, coming towards Spike and grabbing on to his leather coat, turning him in the direction of the house. Spike broke his eyehold with Connor and looked down at the glowing face of his lover's sister. He smirked slightly and nodded, and turned, disappearing into the night like the creature he was. Dawn sighed and watched him stride away, and then looked over her shoulder at Connor...who was still watching the vampire.
"Come on, Connor, lets go." She held out her hand to him, which he gently took, and they headed towards the Magic Box.
Mazzy PT XII
The store stood in front of them. It's glaring sign, with big bold letters spelling out its name and a small white sign in the window offered the words "Your one stop spot to shop for all your occult needs" long ago written with a black sharpie pen. Dawn and Connor stood side by side in front of the Magic Shop, his arm and the rough texture of his rag-like shirt brushed against her bare-skinned one as he pointed to the window.
"There," he said, "It looks like there is something going on." Dawn peered to where he was pointing. All had looked normal, expect for one spot where she saw a red/orange flicker.
"Fire!" she thought out loud. She took a moment and turned to face Connor, "We should approach this situation carefully…"
But it was too late. Connor had burst forth toward the shop's wooden door and gave it a swift kick. "No, Connor, no!" Dawn shrieked as he ignored her.
The door exploded into shards as the dark-haired young man rolled in and was quickly on his feet, prepared for a fight. Inside, 3 surprised faces looked up at him. Buffy, Xander and Anya were sitting around the round table. The light inside the store was dim expect for the candles flickering on the table illuminating the shocked faces and pile of research books.
"What the hell was that?" Anya stood up and faced him, angry about the broken door. "You just don't break into a store like that." Dawn came flurrying in behind Connor and smirked once she assessed the situation. The expression on Connor's face was sheepish as he tried to collect himself. Anya pulled Dawn into the store and tightly grabbed her bare arm. She could feel the manicured nails digging into her flesh. "Dawn! I should've known that this had something to do with you. First you steal from me and then, you're boyfriend here breaks in to steal more." She regarded Connor with a sneer.
"No!" Dawn tried to break free of the demon-woman's grip, "It's not like that at all." Anya ignored her, continuing, "I mean after all I've done for you, you'd think you'd have some respect." Buffy, was up from the table and soon putting her strong grip on the black sleeve of Anya's Dolce & Gabbana shirt. "Anya, back-off. Leave her alone." Xander scurried behind the desk and grabbed a broom in a feeble attempt to try and clean up the "so-called" mess that was where the shop's door once stood, hoping he could better the situation and maybe make Anya lighten up a little bit. Connor attempted to move the shards of wooden door, picking up one piece and inspecting the pointy quality of it, he snagged it and attached on his utility belt for later use.
"Dawn," Buffy hugged her in an almost desperate way. "I'm glad you're alright." She brought her over to the table and sat her down.
"Buffy, what happened?" Dawn asked her as she held her sister's hands. The men continued clearing up the mess and Anya, after a reluctant, resigned sigh, joined them in the chore. Buffy squeezed her hands comfortingly.
"It's OK. I got away for now and came here to do some research." She looked down for a moment, almost ashamed. "The house is near destruction, but I'm sure we can somehow manage to, um, fix it." She gazed across the room and caught Xander's knowing eye. She'd have to rely on his "free" carpenter skills for help with the house. From beyond the door, in the near-distance, a flutter of black caught her eye and began striding forward. Black leather, coming ever closer and the scent of a cigarette burning, the smell growing stronger and filling her nostrils in an almost pleasing way. Then the blonde man stood in the doorway.
"Well, hell's bells, the gang's all here." He smiled his devilish grin then took a long drag and stamped his cigarette out on the ground near where Xander crouched. "'Bout time we get some answers to this madness, right luv?" He turned his head to Buffy, scrutinizing every inch of her face. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
Alantie PT XIII
Buffy shifted uncomfortably, her eyes glancing around the room at all of the expectant faces. All except one. She avoided Spike's penetrating and knowing eyes as she turned her head. Her eyes met Connor's who stared at her unyieldingly. She knew the vamps were there because of him, but she felt strangely protective of him. He was Angel's son, and Dawn seemed to really care about him in the few hours they had spent together. Even now, Dawn was standing slightly in front of him, like shield, even if she couldn't defend him in her inferior strength. The last thing Buffy wanted was everyone to gang up on Dawn and Connor. She swallowed,
"I don't know how they got here. I just know they are. We gotta split up. Spike, Xander, come with me to the house. Dawn, stay with Connor until someone comes and gets you. Anya," she looked into Anya's defeated and angry face as she surveyed the mess, "You and everyone else can stay here. Connor, as soon as someone comes and gets Dawn, I think it would be best if you left town." Buffy added quietly. Dawn opened her mouth in protest, but closed it silently again when Connor stepped forward and nodded knowingly. He turned and looked back into Dawn's crystal shining eyes. She blinked a little, and looked away. Connor turned back to Buffy.
"I understand." he said, barely above a whisper.
"Thanks for letting me off the hook." Buffy said below her breath to him, so no one else would hear. Connor looked down at the floor, and then back up at her, the corners of his mouth curving upward slightly, and a teasing light shone in his eyes. For a moment they smiled faintly at each other, until Spike reached out and gently touched Buffy's arm, to remind her that they should go to the house and find the vamps. She sighed quietly and followed Spike's slender black form out into the dark street, frumpy Xander following behind. Anya put her hands on her hips and stared at Connor and Dawn.
"Either go, or stay and help clean up the explosion that has ruined my door because of a gross display of masculine know-how," she said curtly. Dawn smiled nervously, and pulled Connor towards the door, her small gentle fingers on his skin making him shiver happily.
"We'll just go, Ahn...um, I will be back later to make sure its all nice and um, clean-y, 'kay?" Before waiting for an answer, Dawn and Connor had disappeared into Sunnydale's nighttime streets.
They walked along, not speaking, just enjoying each other's presence. He had already studied every movement of hers, so now he was content on staring straight ahead, or down at the ground, imagining how beautiful she looked next to him. He slowly put out his rough hand and intertwined his fingers with hers, glancing at her face to make sure that was okay. She looked up at him and grinned, pulling him to a stop and pressing her lips against his suddenly. He had been ready for it, he was wanting it, and he kissed her back passionately. Their tongued danced between their mouths, as her other arm reached up and wrapped around his neck. Their hands still holding on to each other desperately. His free hand wandered up and down her body, her neck, shoulders, arm, waist, leg. She moaned into his kisses, pulling away slightly, her forehead still resting against his.
"Do you really have to go? Maybe Angel and you can move back to Sunnydale! Buffy would like that...I would like that." She grinned, giving him little kisses around his mouth, and on his chin and cheeks. He released her hand and raised both of his palms to her cheeks, caressing her eyebrows with his thumbs.
"Oh Dawn...I must go. I have to work things out with Angel...my dad. We aren't good. It's been rough, you know? I will come back though. Definitely return to see you, Dawn...my love." He stared directly into her eyes, hoping that the incredible emotion welling up inside of him was pouring out through them, into the windows of her soul. A single tear rolled down from her huge eyes onto his fingers. He kissed it away. She smiled, and then threw her body against his firmly, holding him tightly as she buried her face in his neck and chest. He held her close, stroking her long smooth hair, and savoring the feeling of her face and breath at his neck. Then he smelt that smoky night smell again. The vampire had returned quietly in the shadows. Connor's eyes turned dark.
"Don't worry, mate. I wasn't going to interrupt until you were done. Dawn...your sister is staying over at Anya and Xander's...I'm supposed to bring you there. When you are done." He re-emphasized, understanding their love and passion. Dawn looked at him from over her shoulder and smiled slightly.
"Thanks Spike." she murmured, before turning back, and planting another watery kiss in Connors willing and eager mouth. Spike smiled slightly, and turned away, back into the shadows, and waited for Dawn to finish her loving goodbye's to the strong young man. Finally, a few minutes later they were done. Dawn had pulled away, and watched Connor jog down the street. Then she joined Spike in the alley, where he was leaning against a wet brick wall, smoking another cigarette. "Ready, lil' bit?" He asked, putting out the butt with his foot. She nodded and smiled, her eyes shining brighter than he had ever seen them before. He grinned at her, and slung a leather arm across her shoulders in a brotherly fashion and walked her to Anya and Xander's, just as he had promised the Slayer.