Who: Connor, Giles, Dawn Npc'd What: Paying a visit When: last night Where: the prison Warnings: Character death either through a log or an edited narrative, but the death is coming.
It was never a question of when Connor would come back to the prison. Anyone who knew him, and most did given the close proximity of those who lived together there, knew that the prison was a part of Connor. The way Sunnydale was a part of those who had lived there and Los Angeles had been to Connor and his family. The prison had become his home, and he gave blood, sweat, and tears to protect it. It was inevitable that he would return, but it would be on his terms.
While others had gone out to try and find him, Connor had kept a mostly low profile. He knew that his parents had eyes on him here and there, and that Faith had gotten a little too close more than once. He was certain Dimitri had found him once, yet had not approached. Connor was used to being followed. Stalking ran in his family after all. It was why he didn't bleed out at the lake. Dru had been following him. No, Connor was watching, waiting and lining up what he needed to survive.
The pesky thing about being someone who made it clear before you were turned that you wanted to be put down if you were, was that people held you to that decision after you were turned. Not that Connor blamed them. He'd have done the same in their shoes, but he wasn't going to go quietly into the land of dust in the wind. He was a survivor. If he'd made it in Quor'toth, then he could make it in Everett. Faith had mentioned witches, so he took her at her word and rounded up a couple of his own. They were pretty brunettes with English accents. A pair of mini Dru's if you will. With not even a tenth of the crazy. They kept him mostly hidden so no one could take a cheap shot and shoot him while he was trapped by daylight.
He didn't have one of those handy daylight rings that the prissy vampires had.
He fed off new people coming into town and used his knowledge of the prison and how it worked to lure them to his death parties. The girls liked to play rough, and Dru said he was as vicious as his parents. Connor believed her. He'd grown up hearing about them and their stories all his life. Now he was a part of those stories.
The knowledge he had of the prison security allowed him to sneak in unseen. He avoided the traps that he himself put up. Given he didn't plan to leave alone, he'd have to deal with sentry eventually, but if he played his cards right, he could make an exit that was nearly as quiet as his entrance. Creeping through the corridors, he used his heightened senses to avoid any potential run ins with anyone he didn't want to see. Faith wasn't here, and part of him was sad about that. He'd thought about taking her out tonight and giving her the darkness that she always danced with. Instead he'd have to settle with Dawn. They had unfinished business, and he wanted to lure Buffy back to the land of Aurelian. Fuck the soul. It didn't have to control her. She only needed to lose her heart to properly come back to the family.
Dawn was her heart.
When he came upon Dawn, he was a little surprised to see she wasn't alone. At least he hadn't exactly expected to find a Watcher with her. This wasn't his watcher though. No, Wesley was probably out with Faith trying to find Connor. Like ships passing in the night they were. He'd have to leave them and Buffy a gift. Especially since he was taking their Key away.
"I have a story to tell you, Giles. I think, on some level, you will appreciate this throw back to history. You Watcher types live and breathe those old tales anyway, don't you?".
Dawn was knocked out before she could scream, and that left the prophecy boy and Sunnydale's prized Watcher facing off. Only one would get to leave this prison, and Connor was betting it wold be himself.