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Tweak says, "I want you to move back in."

Connor Reilly (son_of_angel) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-05-21 00:09:00

Entry tags:

!@event, !closed, #complete, connor reilly, drusilla

Who: Connor and Drusilla
When: Night
Where: Streets
What: He's tracking Angelus, but Dru meets him instead
Rating: R (violence, character death)
Status: Complete

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Connor was not at all happy that a familiar face was around now. That demonic Angelus, Scourge of Europe. He was back again. There really had to be better ways to prevent that. But it was a bit late for that now. It was already done. The sadistic vampire with his father's face would likely kill innocent people, then torture and kill the members of Angel Investigations. He had been trained to take him on. To find him. Fight him. Best him. Kill him. He had vowed to cling to the good.. and lay waste to the evil. Of course that was his crazy side rearing up a bit in him, the part of his past that lived with Holtz in that twisted hell dimension.

But something did need to be done. What if Willow couldn't return the soul? What if it was too late? Connor was prepared for that. Besides, it was likely that Angel had expressed several times before that if it came down to it, he would want someone to take that final step and finish it. And Connor was definitely capable, he felt that much. He could do this. So after making a comment or two on the network, the young man took off in the streets. His eyes took in his environment, senses on high alert. He had equipped himself with the needed weapons, carrying several hidden on his person. Some stakes, a knife, brass knuckle, and a collapsible cross. He was good at tracking. And killing. Well, he wasn't formerly known as The Destroyer for nothing. He'd keep on going until he got that familiar trail, the scent, the familiar sense of his now soulless father. And when he found him... well. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. And tear it down, and then burn it.

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thelambiscaught
2010-05-21 08:49 am UTC (link)

Daddy had given her permission to play with her little brother while he focused on the ones who were coming. She had seen them, of course. The broken Watcher, made up of scars and the bitter taste of whiskey on her tongue when she thought of him, and the dark Slayer, hard and brittle and sweet like hemlock. Such pretty creatures, just what her daddy liked. Watcher reminded her of her sweet William, while Slayer was all dark and pale and breakable, everything her daddy loved. Maybe he'd make her playmates. She would like that. But she could think about that later. For now, she had a baby brother to scold. The rest would sort itself out on its own.

She danced silently through the darkness, feet light on the ground. She followed the voices of the stars as they told her which ways to go. She knew when he approached, and reached out. She could make people see what she wanted them to, and she looked inside him for what he should see. Yes, that would do nicely.

The girl he saw was less angular, with long straight hair, dirty blonde in colour, and wide brown eyes. She wore Mary Janes, a knee-length skirt and a button up shirt and she looked at him with fear and horror. "Don't hurt me," she said. "Please don't hurt me. Oh god!" Inwardly, Drusilla was smirking. Poor little boy, his hands as dirty as his daddy's. What bad things he'd done.

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son_of_angel
2010-05-22 12:41 am UTC (link)

Connor had been hoping to run into Angelus.. sooner rather than later. He really didn't need anyone interrupting his search. But then he saw the girl. He normally would have asked what was wrong or just went around her and kept walking. But something stopped him. Something had made him pause. It was her face. Her voice! The pleading. The terrified look in her eyes. He immediately recognized her then. He had killed this woman before.

Granted, he was being influenced by a fake Cordelia to spill blood, for a sinister purpose he didn't know. And he had done it. He had taken the knife, dragged her away... and killed her. "You.. you can't be.." He took a step back, slowly shaking his head, as his hands trembled a little. "You're dead. I saw it! You died, you.." He felt that guilt come back. Why hadn't he kept feeling it before? Because it was over? "I did it. I'm sorry, I killed you.. I didn't mean, it was just.. I was insane. Led astray.."

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thelambiscaught
2010-05-22 03:15 am UTC (link)

"You killed me," Anna's voice said. "Don't make excuses! You could have made the right choice and you didn't! You killed me. You chose to end my life! What did I do? What did I ever do to deserve that?" There were tears in her eyes as she walked toward him, and her shoulders were shaking with suppressed sobs. Drusilla was a good actress when she focused. She didn't often focus, but this was a special occasion.

"You're a killer!" she shouted. "You're a monster! You're not better than the bad things out there. You're the worst of them all." All the while, she kept moving closer to him. "Did you even care? Did you even feel bad? Or did you just forget about me after I was gone? My mom didn't! My dad didn't! You took me from their lives! And you think sorry will make it better?"

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son_of_angel
2010-05-22 02:31 pm UTC (link)

"It was to bring Jasmine into the world," Connor said quickly. "You.. you didn't deserve it. I-I was.. I was still crazy from Quartoth. And the Powers came as Darla to stop me, but the false Cordy convinced me to do the opposite. And because of it, Jasmine came from Cordelia. And the world nearly.. ended. But I killed the evil god in the end." That was it. He was a killer. No doubt about it now.

He backed up again, wanting to run. But he didn't feel he had enough willpower. Not after what he did to her. "The.. worst? But, but I kill vampires. Kill demons." And had slept with Lucy, the female version of the Devil that was around. He trembled again, as though seeking a way of escape. "I'm s.." He stopped. "No, nothing makes it better. I.. forgot. When Cyvus Vail gave me fake memories, I forgot what I did. But I remember it now. If I could have just gone back. If I could have changed what I did, or stopped myself.. you didn't deserve.. I wouldn't do that again, not ever.."

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thelambiscaught
2010-05-22 08:32 pm UTC (link)

"You think that matters to me?" she asked. "Was it worth it? Was Jasmine so wonderful that it made it all right? No, I didn't deserve it. I had plans. I was going to do things with my life. I didn't want to die! Stop making excuses! I don't care if you were crazy. You had a choice and you made the wrong one! Killing Jasmine doesn't make it better." She looked at him coldly. "You're a killer. That's all you are. That's all you'll ever be."

She kept moving closer, the very image of righteous fury. "You kill and you kill and that's all you do!" she continued. "Even when they're evil things, it doesn't make it better. You don't do it because it's the right thing. You do it because you want the excuse. You want the violence! You're a monster. You never should have existed! You were created to bring about the end and that didn't happen, so now you just destroy. You can say you would change it all you want, but I know what you are. Nothing good will ever come from you. Everything would be better if you just died. Then you could never hurt anyone else!"

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son_of_angel
2010-05-24 06:05 am UTC (link)

Connor found himself with his back to a tree. Well, shit. He couldn't retreat anywhere. Her words just kept hitting home. And he even believed most of it, he felt there was truth in them. "Killing.. was all I know. Holtz trained me. And then.. Angelus. The demon has to die. After what he did over Europe. What, what were your plans..."

He gasped when she just got closer and closer. "But, but.. I go to college! I don't just kill anymore, and Lucy..." No, he wasn't going there. It did start making sense, her yelling at him, what she said. "You're right, you're right. I shouldn't have been born. I can't do anything.. I can't die if I chose too. Took out Sahjahn when no one else could. Got hit by a van and lived. If there was a way.. a way to bring you back. I'd do it right now. I'd even resort to magic, and we all know how much I don't like magic! I just want it to stop, no more killing, no.. no more death... I swear to you, I'd do anything.."

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thelambiscaught
2010-05-25 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Poor little brother. His head was full of whispers and fears and terrible things, truths and lies all together. But she could make it all better. She would be a good big sister and make it all right again. "He doesn't have a soul," she said. "What's your excuse?" She smiled sweetly. "I was going to get married. Have two kids. Teach. Normal things, but I still dreamed about them. And you took that."

"So I should be happy that you got to do normal things?" she asked. "That you got to have a life and I got to die for no good reason!" She was close enough now to touch him, and she smiled slightly, a bitter smile. "Special, special Connor, caught up in things bigger than him. Would you really make it better if you could? If there was a way to stop all of it, would you really do it? Because you could. You could make it all right. You could atone. Will you?"

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son_of_angel
2010-05-26 07:53 am UTC (link)

He had a few excuses. Being born. Spending most of his life in a Hell dimension. Dealing with lies. But he didn't think of them as excuses per se, least not right now. He felt deep down that he should not even dare try to justify his actions to her. She had every single right to hate him. Every right in the world to want justice or vengeance. He was guilty. That was the cold hard fact, he had killed this girl. Nevermind the fact that he was influenced or not in his right mind. He actually wasn't in his mind at this very moment, but that though never once occurred to him. "I.. took it," he repeated, his voice quivering in hesitation. He did seem to be caught up in these huge, drastic things again. He had wanted to have a normal life. He thought his dad had wanted that. So he had neglected to talk to anyone in his old life. He didn't like that, he in fact hated it. He missed them. But... he didn't want to add his brand of crazy to the mix, plus if anything happened to him, then his father...

But the fact was the same. He was a killer. Seeing his victim here was proof of that. He had killed many things. Things no sane man can imagine. And he had killed an innocent. "I swear I'd do anything to fix what I did to you. To change it back. But nothing can make up for it, no matter what I..." He paused, looking earnestly at her. "Sorry isn't good enough. Please, tell me! How can I make it all right?" Maybe it was a ritual. Or maybe he had to exchange his life for hers. It'd probably need to be something very fatal, either something huge or something vital. He wasn't easy to kill. But he was very uncertain of what could make it better. It could literally be anything in the world. But whatever it took. He'd do. "I will do anything to bring you peace. Whatever you want to do, just.. do it. Tell me what needs to be done.. please."

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thelambiscaught
2010-05-26 05:22 pm UTC (link)

She was getting bored with this game. She could only play so long before her attention wandered to other things, the whispers of the stars and the taste of copper in the air. "Yes, you did," she said. "You killed me. It's your fault." Small hands touched the sides of his face. "You'd do anything to make up for it," she said softly. "Anything at all to bring me peace. Whatever I want. Such a sweet boy you are. No...no telling. Show, don't tell." She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek then viciously snapped his neck with strength a human never could have possessed. Poor little brother. He'd been such a fool. The illusion dissipated and she looked down at him, almost confused.

"Oh dear," she said. "I think I broke him." The stars were chattering away and she looked up at the sky. "Time for tea." She took her brother's hand and skipped along back home, dragging the body with her as she went. It wouldn't do to just leave him there. He'd miss tea.

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son_of_angel
2010-05-27 04:51 am UTC (link)

Connor slowly nodded, bowing his head when he felt the kiss to his cheek. As he waited for the solution that this innocent girl had. He thought he might know what it is but he wasn't completely certain. But he'd accept whatever it was. He suddenly felt the twist. His eyes went wide, a feeling of surprise, but also a thought of But you accepted this ran through his mind. In any case, it was too late for protest, regret, or backing out. It was done. There was the initial crack, and.. a light had went out. He didn't know of the illusion.

He was many things. Steven Franklin Thomas Holtz. The Destroyer. Connor Angel. Connor Reilly. Now, he was simply Dead. He had gone limp, body heavy and fallen to the floor, to be carried, used, or displayed for any that saw fit to do so.

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