Who: Angel, Darla, and Connor What: Aurelian family meeting When: Now Where: Wilderness, Connor's new home Warnings: Probably
The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children. God promised to punish the children of the wicked up to the third and fourth generations in the Old Testament. Never before had Angel felt the weight of those words more than now. He thought that he had felt it when he was standing in the sporting goods store with his son, knowing what he needed to do to save him. There was no saving Connor now. Even if he and Darla managed to get him out of town unscathed, his son, his little boy would never rest. His soul was corrupted and he would never curse that son with carrying the weight of a human soul. Even if he hadn't killed and tormented those that he cared for in his mortal life. Connor never wished to become a vampire and made his wishes clear. Angel would never be able to help fulfill that wish for him, but he would make sure no soul was given to him.
Angel knew that people were searching for him to kill him. He knew some of his closest friends looked to destroy him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not again. The first time had been the promise of a better life for Connor. A life without him. It had been the hardest moment of Angel's long life, but he knew that it was what he could do for his son after damning him from the start simply by being his father.
The searches were long and tiresome, but Angel and Darla never stopped. Sometimes they'd catch up with him and have it out, they'd even be able to try and reason with him or simply be there as a family but after a day or so Connor would vanish again. He knew Drusilla knew where he was, but Angel couldn't bring himself to face her yet. He knew she fully believed she'd done the right thing by both Connor, Angel, and Darla but Angel hadn't been able to make up his mind about that yet. It wasn't what Connor had wanted, but his son was still there. Even if it wasn't truly him.
This was Angelus' son come to life, not Angel's.
Once they were able to catch his scent another time, they followed it and set off towards a group of cabins that seemed deserted. Something in the air felt off and he knew he had witches working for him so he'd come prepared. Angel wasn't an expert in magic but this wouldn't be his first spell. Speaking in Latin, he murmured a few words that were to make any sort of glamour disappear. The magic his witches practiced was of a different sort, but the spell cast should have been good enough to at least give them an idea if this was the place. At first there was nothing but then there was a ripple in the air and eventually the cabin in front of them looked not nearly as run-down and he knew this was the place. A light flickered and one of the witches stood on the porch with her wand pointed at the two vampires standing on the lawn. All three wore angry expressions, but Angel didn't care what this witch was capable of because he knew that she wasn't given the authority to kill him or Darla.
As they passed by, it looked as if the witch was going to try to make a move but Darla simply tossed her to the side off of the porch as she started to think up a spell of her own and they both walked inside to greet their son who seemed to be waiting for them.