Title: Connor - Part One
Series: 3rd in Chlonnor series
Pairing: chlonnor, mentioned chlangelus, some fred/gunn, implied chlark
Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville nor Angel.
Summary:When Connor returns, now grown up, things become even more chaotic in Chloe's life. As if Wolfram and Hart weren't bad enough. NOW she has to deal with an attraction for her sire's son?
Connor knew that Chloe had been sad ever since she’d found out that her friend, that green demon, was leaving that night for some place called Las Vegas. The young man didn’t know how to feel about anything. On one hand this creature had taken care of him as a child, and yet on the other it was a demon. And yet, so was Chloe, and he didn’t want to hurt her.
He’d been trained to kill demons no matter what or who they were, he’d been trained to hate them with all his heart---and yet he didn’t even want to try to hate Chloe.
He was confused.
He’d been trained to hate vampires most of all—to find them and their need for blood disgusting. And yet the thought of Chloe straddling his lap, chess pressed against his, her fangs deep in his neck and his hands on her skin---it heated his body and made him hard and uncomfortable.
Connor mightn’t have any experience in such things, but his father had told him the basics of male/female relations so he knew what it meant. It meant that his body liked the image in his head and it was more than accepting of Chloe as a mate.
The idea both pleased and terrified the young man. He really didn’t know much about matehood other than the fact that a male and female chose each other for life and joined together to procreate and further their lineage. To create a pack or clan of their own.
Most of his knowledge of mates and matehood came from observing the demons and creatures of Quor’toth. He’d seen so many different ways of wooing but never had he seen the ways of his own people, and he doubted Chloe would be moved to his case if he presented her with the biggest rock he could find or if he killed all the males around her.
Talking about killing, Connor frowned as he remembered the way Chloe’s smell had spiked when she’d sat on Angel’s lap, feeding from him. When Connor had first smelt this change in her smell in the bathroom of that hotel he’d been confused, not knowing what it meant or why he’d liked it, but Holtz had explained it to him. Connor now knew that Chloe’s smell spiked as her body’s way of subconsciously telling an available, suitable male that she was willing and interested in being his mate.
So that meant that she found Angel a suitable candidate for her mate.
Connor clenched his jaw, sending the vampire a glare. They were driving in Angel’s ‘car’ to this drive-through theatre. Gunn, Fred and Cordelia were seated in the back, and Angel, Chloe and Connor in the front.
Well, why wouldn’t Chloe think that Angel would be a suitable mate? He was her mate in every sense of the word except for the act (Connor knew this because he would have smelt his father’s scent strongly on a certain place of her body if it were). The vampire not only provided Chloe with a place to live, but he provided her with protection and his blood offered her life---and he also made sure she ate and was in good health.
So, yes, in truth Angel was her mate in every way except for the way that counted.
Connor made a face.
Then again, Angel did the exact same things for the female Fred (except for the blood of course)---and she was with the male Gunn.
So maybe things were different here.
All Connor knew was that Chloe’d reacted to him. In that small bathroom when she’d seen him without the animals skins her scent had spiked stronger than it had with Angel while she fed, and that had to mean something. If he could offer her everything Angel could, Connor could make her choose him.
It wasn’t as if Angel was doing much to convince her otherwise anyway.
Connor sent Chloe a sideways glance as she laughed at something Cordelia had said behind them, while all the time moving to the noise blaring loudly from something she’d called the ‘radio’. The blonde looked prettier than usual, hair up in a ponytail, dressed in pants that were tight and a shirt that he’d have preferred to cover more.
It wasn’t that the young warrior didn’t enjoy the view of her porcelain skin---it was just that he didn’t appreciate the fact that the other males in the ‘car’ could as well.
Chloe must have sensed his gaze on her because she turned to him and flashed him a smile, and it went straight to his manhood. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling his pants become tighter and uncomfortable.
“Here we are.” Angel announced happily as they turned off into the drive-through theatre.
Connor tried to take it all in quickly as they paid and drove up to a spot to watch this ‘movie’. He was amazed as it began and images appeared in front of him. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen. He could see why Chloe found this entertaining, this was more interesting than when his father would sit him down and tell him stories. This way he felt as if he was actually there.
An explosion rocked the world on the screen, and everyone gasped and jumped in surprise. Connor was surprised when Chloe grabbed his hand, eyes wide and on the screen as she watched the fight scenes. He had a feeling that she didn’t realize what she was doing as she leaned closer to him, but that just made him smirk slightly.
She was sitting between him and Angel and yet she was leaning towards him subconsciously for support and protection as the main male’s brother was savagely killed onscreen.
“Isn’t this movie amazing?” Chloe whispered, turning towards Connor with a grin, suddenly pausing. When she’d shifted towards him and turned it’d brought their faces close together, and now Connor’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her and he realized something.
He wanted press—he wanted to kiss her again.
Her eyelids lowered slightly as she continued to look at him, breathing a little erratic, and her scent spiked as her lips parted slightly.
Connor’s blue gaze rested on those lips and he bit back the desire to groan. He wanted to kiss her but didn’t know if he should. He knew about demon wooing but he didn’t understand the mating rituals of his own species! In the Monteilq demon clan the male took full charge of the mating by choosing the female of his choice and aggressively wooing her, but a Greizl demoness would tear apart any male who tried to touch her without her explicit approval before.
How did human wooing work?
Was Chloe waiting to decide and make her move or was she waiting for him to act first and woo her?
Something inside of Connor snarled in anger and frustration.
His father had not told him anything about this!
The young man could smell Chloe’s interest, it was faint enough for Angel not to notice it as he was fully interested in the movie, but it was enough to make Connor twitch, his body corresponding with hers.
I find you compatible and if you play this right you could be my mate---her body whispered to his.
I want that---his body responded eagerly, needily. What do I have to do to have you?
“Wow, Chloe, did you see that?” Angel laughed, ruining everything.
Chloe jumped, eyes widening, and suddenly she was farther from Connor, scooting away and smiling shakily at Angel, who didn’t seem to notice that there was anything wrong with his childe.
Or maybe he did.
The vampire was ruthless and cunning. He’d nearly tricked Connor into believing that he was different and that they could be a family. Connor---Connor was ashamed to admit that for a second he’d hoped to God that Angel was telling the truth, that he wasn’t a monster and that he wanted them to live happily and together. Connor had wanted to get to know his father, to have a relationship with him.
And then he’d seen Angel’s true nature when he’d lied to him and gone behind his back to brutally murder Holtz despite the fact that the old man was defenseless and had been about to leave Connor with Angel out of the goodness of his heart.
And learning the truth had hurt Connor more than he cared to admit.
Because that would mean that he’d have to admit to himself that the real reason he’d crossed over to this dimension hadn’t been to kill Angel, but to know him, to be with him—to be his son.
And right now he couldn’t accept that.
Suddenly a large metallic flying thing zoomed over the screen, a bright light shinning down from its belly on the cars below, finally resting on theirs. The sides of the flying thing opened and ropes were let down as human males hurriedly rappelled down.
“Wolfram and Hart!” Fred gasped right before all hell broke loose.
Connor didn’t know who these people were, all he knew was that they were attacking them. They leapt from the car and fought back. Connor was on autopilot, letting his instincts guide him as he twirled and kicked and punched and jabbed. Angel was right about one thing, Connor had the vampiric genes and abilities, and the senses, and now that he’d been trained a bit to use them better his fighting was improving amazingly quickly.
When the man he fought collapsed unconscious, Connor looked around quickly, assessing the situation, blue eyes both trying to find the next closest threat—and trying to find Chloe amidst the confusion.
His gaze found Chloe, where she jabbed her elbow into the face of her attacker and twirled around, kneeing him in the groin. Both attacks sent the man to his knees screaming in pain like nothing Connor had ever heard.
He smirked in pride.
Those blue eyes then noticed Angel in trouble, and he hurried towards his father’s side. Sure this vampire was a monster playing nice and waiting for the perfect time to show his true colors, but if anyone was going to bring him to justice it was going to be Connor. No one else was going to touch Angel until then.
Reaching his father, Connor grabbed the man about to stake him, and threw him as hard as he could against the nearest car—causing an indent in the shape of the man in the metal exterior.
Angel turned to Connor in surprise and then smiled. “Thanks, son.”
Connor smiled at Angel, playing along, wondering if he’d learnt to hide his true self as good as his father---if such deception was inheritable through genes.
“ABORT!” A voice sounded loudly through the air.
Angel’s head jerked towards a large van parked a little away and in a second he’d dashed towards it and torn off the back doors to show two men sitting in what would seem to be a monitoring studio.
Angel growled. “Gavin. Linwood.”
“Oh no,” Chloe whispered, hurrying towards Angel.
Connor frowned and followed suit, both reaching the vampire in time for Angel to grab the elder Caucasian male and pull him out, growling viciously into his face.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Easy! Easy! Easy!” The human sputtered. “You attacked me first. Now we’re even.”
“Now you’re dead.”Angel hissed.
The human snorted and made a face at him. “What? You’re gonna kill a human in front of your son? Set an example?”
Connor wondered why this human thought it would matter if Angel killed someone in front of him. He already knew what sort of monster his father was, he had already seen his work first hand. Nothing Connor could be shown anymore would change his view or his plan.
“I vote yes.” Gunn announced from behind ignoring the look that Fred gave him.
“I vote that if there’s any killing, it’s not done in front of so many civilian witnesses.” Cordelia piped up from Gunn’s other side, looking a little chirpy despite the circumstances.
The man Angel was holding looked at her incredulously for that comment.
“You come near me, my family, or my friends again, and I’ll make what I did to you feel like heaven.” Angel’s voice was dark and dangerous, and Connor could tell that his true face, his killing face, was itching to appear.
“Angel!” Chloe grabbed the vampire’s arm. “Let Linwood go. He’s not worth it.”
“Ah, yes, Angelus’ Favored, the Night Blossom I’ve heard so much about.” Linwood sneered at her slightly. “I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you personally. When your champion kidnapped and tortured me you weren’t in L.A., were you? You had disappeared with your lover, the suddenly absent Kal. Where is he, by the way?”
Connor stiffened immediately as the creature in him lashed out at the thought of Chloe already having someone. While this Linwood hadn’t said mate, Connor had a feeling that this word, ‘lover’, meant something similar.
A sharp sound split the night air.
“Angel, it’s the cops.” Chloe ignored Linwood and his words. “We should go.”
One could see that Angel was battling with forces deep within, and when the vampire only lifted Linwood higher into the air it was obvious that the demon within was winning.
“Angel please.” Chloe pleaded.
Sensing the desperation in Chloe’s voice, Connor took control of the situation. Pulling Angel rapidly back he caused the elder man to lose his balance and let go of Linwood, and in a second Connor was in his place, holding the man by the front of his shirt, glaring murderously at him. “Stay away from my father.”
That said, he pushed the man away so that Linwood slammed into the van and tumbled inside. The young man could sense Chloe’s gaze on him, and he wanted to do something, to say something that would impress her.
He also wanted to know who the hell this ‘Kal’ was.
“I’m not your enemy.” Linwood told Connor from where he was sprawled on the van’s floor. “We can help you, Steven.”
The sound of the sirens drew closer.
Connor kept his cold gaze on Linwood. “My name is Connor.”
And suddenly Chloe relaxed.
Connor wondered if she’d been worried that he’d side with who was obviously her enemy, and the thought stung. Did Chloe really think so little of him? Did she really think that he would go and become her enemy?
Didn’t she realize that she was the only person alive in any dimension who he would never hurt?
Angel’s hand came down on his shoulder, the vampire smiling at him. “Let’s go home, son.”
As he turned around to head back to the car, Connor sent a sideways glance at Chloe, noticing that she was smiling slightly at him. He returned the smile quickly and decided that it wasn’t her fault that she doubted him. Had he really given her a reason to trust him fully?
“You did good tonight.” Chloe whispered to him before getting into the car.
Connor smiled as he got in behind her. And the night has not ended yet.
Back at the Hyperion everyone laughed and spoke about the movie they hadn’t been able to finish, but about the fight and how they’d kicked Wolfram and Hart’s butt again.
Cordelia Chase smiled softly as her brown gaze swept the room filled with the people she loved the most.
Fred was sitting on Gunn’s lap as they exchanged those love-sick glances that always made a little someone inside of Cordelia either growl with jealousy or whine with envy. Honestly, when those two were around each other the love was so sweet it was a little sickening to those who weren’t quite as lucky in the cupid department.
And yet Cordy loved them and was happy that they’d found each other.
Angel sat next to Connor, grinning so proudly as he spoke about how Connor had fought and then put Linwood in his place. The vampire was practically shining with paternal pride, and Cordelia smiled a little more just because she was happy he was happy.
The brunette suddenly frowned.
Hopefully he’s not happy enough to have that ‘perfect moment’ thingy.
Shaking her head and shivering slightly at the thought of Angelus, Cordelia’s gaze then went to the person in the room whose life had been closest linked to said demon.
Chloe sat on an armchair, not raising her gaze from her nails.
Cordelia wondered about this but when her gaze went to the last of their group (now that Lorne had left for Vegas while they were out) the woman suddenly realized why.
Connor might have been sitting next to his father and joining in the conversation every couple of words, but his gaze kept quickly returning to Chloe, and the longing in those eyes shocked Cordelia to the core.
Um, Hello? Be kind, rewind.
How had she managed to miss this development?
Cordelia blinked and rubbed her eyes, but when she looked at Connor again his gaze had returned to Chloe once more.
So, no, it wasn’t a fluke.
Angel Junior had the hotts for Chloe.
Now why did I want to be an actress when my whole life is a soap opera?
Cordelia groaned slightly.
She was going to have to have a talk with Chloe and let her know what was going on. The blonde was going to have to put Connor in his place and let him down gently. And it would be best that this all happened before Angel realized who his bags-o-hormones of a son couldn’t keep his gaze off of.
Connor stood and yawned slightly. “I’m going to bed now.”
I’ll do it tomorrow.
Telling herself that she was not a coward for not wanting to do this now, Cordelia shot up rapidly to her feet. “Me too.” She stretched and yawned very unconvincingly before heading towards the door. “Good night all!”
Hurrying out the door without letting anyone say anything, Cordelia got into her car and drove to her apartment and the only constant male in her life---Phantom Dennis. Really, when the ghost haunting your apartment was the only male you had sleeping over your home---it was pathetic.
Shaking her head, Cordelia went to the bathroom and bathed. She took her dear sweet time, trying to think about what to do and how to approach the subject of Connor’s ragin’ teenage lust with Chloe.
“Um, Chloe, you know how vampiric families like to, uh, share?” She tried practicing as she got out of her shower and wrapped a towel around her body. “Well, I think Connor’s more vampiric than we gave him credit for!”
She groaned at how pathetic that sounded and headed towards the fogged up mirror with a sigh. “Oh god. Kill me now.” Wiping the fog from the mirror, Cordelia’s eyes widened when she saw the reflection of the large, spider/crab looking creature behind her.
But before she could even open her mouth to scream there was a sharp pain in the back of her head and everything went black.
About half an hour after Connor went to bed, someone called Angel and he’d left the Hyperion in a mysterious huff. The vampire hadn’t wanted anyone going with him or anyone knowing where he was going or who had called him.
Chloe laid on her bed, wondering why she felt so restless.
Angel will be fine. He always is.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.
Connor stood by Angel’s car, leaning on it, wondering when the vampire would finally turn around and notice he was there watching him, waiting on him.
Looking over the edge of the cliff down towards the beach, Angel sighed and turned back around, freezing when he finally noticed Connor behind him. “Connor?”
“Dad.” Pushing away from the car, Connor smirked, beginning to stalk towards him.
“What are you doing here?” Angel asked, looking around him. “I got an anonymous phone call saying that it was of vital importance that I be here. It could be dangerous. It could be a trap. You should go home.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Connor sneered, shaking his head at the naïve act the vampire was putting on. “We’re family, and I want to show you how I feel about that.”
With that Connor barreled into Angel as fast and hard as he could, sending both of them over the side of the cliff, rolling down the jagged rocks to the beach below.
Hitting the sand with a bone-crunching thud, both men groaned in pain, their vampiric abilities keeping them from having broken any bones thanks to the spectacular fall. They slowly rose to their feet, circling each other.
“Connor.” Angel tried. “Connor.”
Don’t listen to his lies, Connor steeled himself against the look on the vampire’s face. Don’t listen to him. Don’t let him fool you again. He’ll say all the things you want to hear---he’ll use all your weaknesses against you. Don’t listen.
With those thoughts in mind Connor charged. He kicked jabbed and elbowed Angel, his rage adding to his determination and abilities. “It’s all about the balance.” He threw back the words Angel had used on him that very day in practice. “You lose it—you lose.”
He threw Angel away from him, the strength in the blow sending the vampire face first into the sand. The young man rushed towards him and kicked Angel, causing him to twirl from the force.
“Easy!” Angel cried out as he got to his feet. He waited and grabbed Connor as he tried to punch him. “Talk to me. Talk to me, okay?”
Connor tried to struggle as Angel suddenly had his arms secured behind him. He then realized that what he lacked in strength he’d have to make up in other attributes. “Okay.”
Angel let him go.
Connor shook his off, walked a few steps away, and reached into his pants pocket, pulling out the device Justine had given him for such a time as this. With the tazer in his hand he twirled and pressed it against Angel’s forehead, the electricity blue and visible as it shook the vampire and caused him to fall down into the shallow water in the beach.
The young man threw himself at Angel and began to hit him until in the blink of an eye Angel had gotten the upper hand and was somehow straddling him, holding him down under the water.
Your father’s a monster. Holtz’ voice rang through his head. I saved you from him, Steven my son. He is a demon with an angelic face who enjoys fooling people into believing good of him before killing him.
With a strength he didn’t know he had, Connor pushed Angel off of him and stood to his feet, both of them facing each other.
“I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with you, but you’re gonna talk!” Angel growled at him, frustration and anger in his voice.
Anger filled Connor. How could Angel still pretend innocence? Did he enjoy the mental torment this much?
He and Darla would play with their victims before killing them. Holtz’ voice was once more in their head. Sometimes they would play the concerned citizens, even the saviors. But most of the time they just preferred to revel in the fear of their prey.
When Angel made a move for Connor he was ready, and the young man did two things so fast even he didn’t see when he’d grabbed the knife from his belt and buried it into Angel’s side—and then he tazered the vampire once more in the face.
Angel cried out and collapsed to his knees.
Connor continued to tazer the creature until he collapsed, unconscious on the wet sand.
Tired, panting, Connor waddled a little deeper into the water and pulled out a small flashlight from where he’d had it in the back of his jeans’ waist. Turning it on he flashed it at the boat waiting offshore.
The boat where Justine was waiting for him so they could finish this.
When the lights on the boat flashed, Connor took in a deep breath and turned to look at Angel’s unconscious form.
“I won’t kill you, but you won’t be able to hurt anyone else ever again.” He glared at the creature who’d killed countless in cold-blood, including his adoptive father. “I promise you that.”
They got Angel onto the boat and went out into the sea. It seemed like eternity passed on the darkness of the water before they finally decided on a place.
They placed Angel in the steel casket, bound him securely so that he’d never be able to escape, and Justine went to check on something while Connor finished adding more bolts to make sure Angel would never be able to leave.
“Connor?” Angel whispered, groggily.
Connor froze for a second, hating himself for that moment of vulnerability before he hardened himself and looked down at the thing that’d fathered him.
“Why are you doing this?”
Why was Angel still playing with him? WHY? “You murdered my father.”
“No, I didn’t.” The vampire quickly responded, shaking his head. “I swear.”
“He’s lying.” Justine sneered in disgust as she appeared on the other side of the steel casket.
Angel’s nostrils flared when he saw her. “I’m not lying, and she knows it!”
“You’re the prince of lies.” Connor repeated something Holtz had taught him since childhood.
“That’s why you wouldn’t let them kill me at the drive-in.” Angel suddenly realized, struggling against his steel-wire bounds in vain. “So you could.”
“Killing is too good for you.” Connor replied, looking deep into Angel’s eyes. “You don’t get to die. You get to live…forever.”
There was silence for a while after that as Connor put the finishing touches to the casket.
“Someday you’ll learn the truth,” Angel told him. “And you’ll hate yourself.”
I already hate myself. Connor looked down at what he was doing. I hate myself because I fell for your lies, I let my guard down around you, I betrayed my father and because of me you murdered him. If I hadn’t trusted you enough to let you know he was here my father would still be alive!
“When that time comes, don’t.” The vampire continued. “It’s not your fault.”
Connor closed his eyes for a second, his clenched fist shaking. He felt horrified to feel the burn behind his eyes that signaled the fact that he wanted to cry.
Why should he want to cry? He was finally doing justice!
“I don’t blame you.” Angel whispered.
“Liar!” Connor snapped out, barely able to keep all the pain and despair under control. Just a couple of minutes and this will all be over.
“Listen to me!” Angel cried out as Connor and Justine went to get the heavy cover. “I love you! Never forget that.”
Connor closed her eyes tightly, not allowing those lies to sway him. They were only the words of a desperate demon.
“Connor! Connor!” Angel continued to speak rapidly as Connor and Justine placed the lid on the coffin, slowly pushing it into place. “Never forget that I’m your father and that I love you.”
The lid slid into place, and Justine and Connor slid the deadbolt sides closed, locking Angel within his steel coffin.
The young man looked into the face of the vampire through the small square of unbreakable glass situated in front of his face. He knew he was crying, he knew that he was showing the monster his weakness, and yet he couldn’t stop.
His heart was broken and yet he was doing the right thing.
After this the world will be a safer place.
With a fire-torch Justine melded the lid and the casket together so that it would be unmovable, and then, with a nod, they slid the casket off of the ramp and into the vast sea.
For a moment it floated, and then it sunk beneath the black waters, hopefully to never rise again.
As Connor shared a smirk with Justine, he wondered why his victory felt so empty.
Gasping awake, Chloe jolted into a sitting position in bed, feeling her heart racing a thousand miles per second and her body covered in sweat.
She looked around the dark room, trying to remember the nightmare she’d had but all she could remember was blackness and the feeling of claustrophobia and then Angel’s voice screaming her name in her head.
“Weird.” Sighing, the blonde got out of bed and grabbed her housecoat before leaving her room and going to the one next to hers---to Angels. He wasn’t there but it wasn’t a surprise. Many nights the vampire who tried to keep human hours would be unable to sleep and would instead go out to do things by himself…like patrolling.
He’s going to get himself in trouble one of these nights.
Shaking her head, Chloe checked Fred’s room, smirking when she saw that Gunn had spent the night and was snoring loudly.
Giggling, the blonde was about to check on Lorne but paused when she realized that he was gone. God, it was going to be so hard for her to get used to the thought of her favorite green demon not being in the hotel with her. She’d gotten so used to having him at hand whenever she needed to talk to someone about something she couldn’t share with the others.
I wonder if he’s in Vegas yet.
Sighing she made her way to the last room with someone in it and peeked in, leaning her head against the doorframe as she watched Connor sprawled out in the bed, sheets kicked off to around his knees and wearing only the boxers she’d bought for him.
In sleep all anger and wariness had left Connor, leaving him with a smooth, youthful and handsome face---and a body any eighteen year old would die for.
I can see why Angelus liked watching his victims while they slept. The illicit thrill of the act and the risk of getting caught are a complete turn on.
Shaking her head at that thought, Chloe sighed as she went back to bed and forced herself to sleep, not understanding why she continuously had nightmares of drowning and of fish.