ANGEL: The Last Man On Earth
by Quortoth
7 The Last Man on Earth
Conner was sitting listening blinking. Sitting with in the crowds of people in his college class. Listening to the boring professor. He blinked tapping his pencil on his notepad. The Professor asked a question and Conner raised his hand to answer it.
“Yes Mr. Conner?” said The professor, “You know the answer?” Conner mouths the answer but you can’t hear him, “Come down here, write it.”
Conner got up put his books down and went up to the board. Numbers decorated the board, equations kinda confusing, and a nicely drawn picture of a bird. He looked at the board and used the dry erase marker and wrote down the answer at the bottom, Nothing wrote but it was like something did.
“You sure?” questioned the Professor.
Conner smiled, “Yes.”
An arm then shot through his stomach from behind. Emma was behind him, she was right next to him.
Emma spoke in Conner’s ear, “Wrong.”
Conner winced with pain still looking forward at the board. Conner blacked out.
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Conner woke up quickly and sat up. The dirt air of the outside stung him. He sat in the desert. There was a small breeze. Conner’s fingers sunk lightly in the sand, he looked up to see where he was his eyes fluttering open. The warmth of the sun beat down but only produced a cooling feeling.
Conner slowly stood up.
“Hello Lonely,” said Emma.
Conner quickly turned around, “You,” his hair blew away from his eyes as he watched her.
“Me what?” she asked coming towards him slowly.
“What did you do?” asked Conner.
Emma smiled, “Nothing, just killed everyone on earth.”
Conner replied in a calm manner, “That’s not good.”
“Yes, there is no more worries. You’re The Last Man On Earth. Lonely.”
“I don’t like being called that. Demon,” sneered Conner.
“Then I guess we have something in common,” Emma walked over to him. A foot apart from each other, “So,” she put her hands in her pockets and she made and innocent face, “What are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t figure I can do anything at all.”
Emma smiled widely, “Yeah.”
Emma punched him quickly her hand a blur. Conner was knocked feet away, rolling down the sand hill. He stopped at the bottom on his back.
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Conner saw something. There’s just a flash in his dream sequence. Emma slams him against a wall in some alley. Conner grabbed her hands.
Emma roared at him, “I keep waking up!” she punched him.
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Conner opened his eyes slowly. For a long moment he just sat there, laid there, in the sand. Then he sat up slowly. Emma jumped on top of him and punched him across the face.
“The last two people on Earth what are you thinking, Lonely,” she said looking him in the eyes.
Blood dripped down from his nose, “I don’t know.”
“You get what I’m thinking?” she said.
“What?” he questioned.
Emma went up to his ear still holding onto his shirt and on top of him, “I should be that last one, so,” she took in a deep breath, “Time to die.”
Emma pulled away from his ear. She pulled her arm back going to hit him.
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Conner woke up quickly in his physics class.
“Mr. Conner is my class boring you?” questioned the professor.
Conner wiped his face, “Uh, no.”
“Then keep your eyes open,” said the professor going back to his bored.
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Wesley had took up a room in the Hyperion. Wesley sat at his desk that he’d just recently set up in front of a window. The room was well lit by his lamps and it was night out. Wesley was using Elmer’s glue and trying to tape back the books.
“This’ll take an eternity,” sighed Wesley to himself.
Illyria stood in the room looking at one of the shelves of books, “When I ruled this world it wasn’t so detailed. It was plain, but superior.”
“Things change Illyria,” sighed Wesley looking at the book pieces.
Illyria looked at Wesley, “Why aren’t you intimate with me anymore, we were?”
Wesley looked up at her quickly, “What?”
“I was intimate with the white one,” stated Illyria going towards him.
“Spike,” remarked Wesley disgusted.
“Yes, we had an acknowledgeable conversation.”
“Oh. Well that’s a relief,” replied Wesley sitting back in his seat.
“Answer, why do we not be intimate anymore?”
“For one thing, Illyria intimate in our age means sexual intercourse.”
“Oh that’s why the Spike was un eased about I questioning his intimacy with Angel,” stated Illyria.
“Exactly,” replied Wesley.
“What’s the other thing you speak of?” she questioned.
Wesley looked back down, “You’re not Fred.”
“But I can look like her,” she changed into Fred, “if you want,” she changed to Emma, “ I can be anyone you want,” she changed into Cordelia, then into Faith, back to Fred, “I can look and act like anyone you want.” She turned back into Illyria.
“Stop that.”
She spun him in his chair to face her, she looked him in the eyes, “I believe you are dear.”
They were hardly and inch between each other, “Yes, I know, I made you cry.”
“Why don’t you just speak,” said Illyria said turning back to Fred, “Come on Wesley.”
There was a pause, Wesley turned away, “Stop that Illyria,” he growled.
Illyria put her hand on his face like Fred would she turned him to face her. Illyria made Fred’s sleepy look, which was more of a ‘moment’ look. She leaned in slowly and kissed him. They held for a moment. Wesley pulled her hand from his face still kissing her deeply back. Then he squeezed her hand hard.
He pulled away and spoke to her in a hateful manner, “You’re not her.”
Wesley stood up and went past Illyria and out of the room. Illyria watched him as she turned back into herself.
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Angel was walking down one of the hallways looking at the rooms. He was thinking to himself. He passed by Fred and Gunn’s old room. Gunn had moved out. There was clothes out on the bed.
“That’s not where they were last time,” said Angel looking confused.
Angel walked down the hall.
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In the lobby Angel saw Spike and Emma there like they were going to stick around awhile. Emma was sitting on the bar eating a sandwich. Spike was sitting behind the bar at the desk spinning in the chair in front of the computer.
“What do you think you’re doing?” questioned Angel, “I smelled you up stairs,” Spike looked at him confused and then put his arm up and smelled his under his arms, “No, not that way, you’ve been going through the rooms.”
“Well yeah,” stated Spike.
Angel looked at Emma, “She’s wearing Fred’s clothes.”
“Cause they fit,” stated Spike.
“Why don’t you just you know, go out and buy some,” said Angel.
“No money,” said Spike not spinning around in the chair anymore.
“Well, why don’t you make money,” said Angel.
“That’s why I’m here,” said Spike.
“I don’t want her wearing Fred’s clothes,” said Angel.
“Well it’s better then her wearin’ mines, she’s already done that,” stated Spike, “Plus, She fits well in Fred’s clothing.”
“That other woman’s clothes were sparkly,” stated Emma shaking her head, “Like Glirtich Demon mating season.”
“Spike, I’d prefer you didn’t go roaming around looking for whatever you wanted,” said Angel.
“Fred girl didn’t dress like some kind of Flardian Mocksuckle,” said Emma, “I think I would of liked her,” Emma went back to eating her sandwich in a happy funny way, in Fred’s purple jeans and black T-shirt.
“Fred’s dead,” said Angel.
Emma shrugged her shoulders and went back to eating her sandwich her feet on the bar.
“So, Angel boy, what exactly do we do at Angel Inc.?” questioned Spike.
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Conner sat at his desk with his books in his Dorm room. He leaned back in his chair when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” said Conner.
Trish stepped into the room. Trish the vegan, Not very tall young woman of the age of 20, a year older then Conner. She had dark eyes, brown. Brown wavy hair that went down to her arm pits that she wore up.
“How are you doing?” she smiled, “I thought I’d come pay you a visit.”
“Did you need something,” he asked nicely.
“No, I wanted to visit the best boyfriend in the world,” smiled Trish walking towards Conner.
Conner stood up and sat on his bed, “Oh.”
Teresa sat down next to him, “I’m worried about you Conner. Last week you came to class with a black eye and a deep cut on your forehead.”
“It was nothing,” replied Conner his eyes darting off, he wanted to leave the subject.
“Nothing, Conner. You were bruised up bad I don’t want you hurt,” she said with her nice fashion.
“You know what I am Trish getting banged up is part of the job.”
“What did it?” asked Trish, “Yes, I know I can’t stop you from helping people, but I want to know.”
“It doesn’t matter I just need to rest,” replied Conner.
“Tell me, I want to know,” she demanded in her lovable tone.
He thought about it for a moment in regret, he should tell her, or should he? “You know about that Spike,” questioned Conner.
“You told me,” replied Trish, “- another vampire with a soul.”
“He has a daughter that’s like me. Raised up in Quortoth and stuff but she’s evil,” sighed Conner laying back on his bed.
“You’re not evil Conner, I know that,” said Trish.
“She haunts my dreams, I don’t understand it,” said Conner, “She wants to be saved from being evil, wants to stop, I hear. Then she does something that proves different.”
“You can beat her if she fights you again, you just didn’t want to hurt her, that’s responsible, you’re the adult,” said Trish.
“Maybe,” said Conner.
“She’s a teenager right, how old?”
“That’s pretty much it, ever since she came here a week ago it’s been Emma this Emma that, I mean she’s a 16yr. Old girl from a demon hell dimension and she’s killed people. My dad has been talking more about her then at least caring a little about my classes, I‘m in advanced classes,” said Conner, “Grades are good, said I was proud, but it’s always about what if she does this.”
“She’s killed people?” questioned Trish.
“Yeah, Now everyone is trying to wing her back into society. I mean come on she’s part demon, a murderer. Who gives a damn she was tortured,” he replied sitting up.
“It’s okay Conner, things will change,” said Trish.
“She’s always the one in the conversation,” stated Conner, “She acts bad ass too when she talks, she’s going to end up like Spike.”
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Emma stood in the Lobby looking at the weapons in the weapon cabinet. She pulled out a sword and started spinning it abruptly, the blade flying around then she twirled around and stopped it in front of Illyria. Illyria was un phased by the blade that had swung around and at her. Illyria looked down at the blade.
“You try to sneak up on me?” questioned Emma.
“Where’s the white one, your father?” questioned Illyria.
“Off talking with Angel, so,” stated Emma, “You’re that Illyria?”
“How do you know of me if you’ve been in a hell dimension for all your life?” asked Illyria.
Emma took the sword down and put it back in the cabinet, “I hear things well.”
“I am a great entity of billions of years, I ruled over this world billions of years ago,” said Illyria walking towards Emma.
“You were powerful back then eh’?” questioned Emma cocky like.
“More then you could imagine mortal,” replied Illyria.
“Mortal, you underestimate me,” laughed Emma, she quickly threw a punch at her, Illyria caught it and looked at her hand with her wide inhuman blue eyes, Emma spoke again, “You’re pretty fast. I bet you that I could beat you though.”
“I see,” replied Illyria, they looked at each other for a moment.
In a blur Illyria threw her hand across Emma’s face and Emma flew up into the air from the blow. Emma flew across the room from the knock. Illyria watched.
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Spike and Angel were in Angel’s office. Spike sat down in front of his desk.
“Why are you following me Spike?” asked Angel.
Spike shrugged his shoulders, “You’ve been angry lately. More of a brooding mood.”
“Well, my friend was kidnapped, ah, what else,” said Angel, “That term, ‘brooding’ it’s a colorful term, that I’m not doing .”
“Emma’s part of it,” replied Spike.
Angel looked at his stack of file folders on his desk. Then the phone, he spoke: “Is she coming around well?”
Spike made fun of him, “Is she coming around now?” he quoted in a silly manner.
“Is she, you do know Spike incase you can’t comprehend this, Emma is dealing with a big change.”
“She’s doing fine,” said Spike, “But that’s not why you’re all brooding around and about,” Spike leaned back in his chair putting his feet on Angel’s desk, “Oh, wait, you do that all the time.”
“Shut up Spike,” stated Angel pushing Spike’s feet off his desk.
Spike let his legs land, “Wait, but you’re more moodier then lately, hmm… could I be seeing green eyes.”
“Huh?”
“Green eyes, who doesn’t know what green eyes is? Emma knows what that means and she’s from a hell dimension. Means jealousy.”
Angel stood up and put away his papers that were on his desk in one of the cabinets, “I have nothing to be jealous about.”
“You said that finding out Emma was my daughter didn’t sound right to you,” smiled Spike, “Because you can’t handle the fact that Buffy and I are connected now.”
“That’s hardly it,” said Angel looking at Spike, “Why are you two even around here anyway. You’re not employed here.”
“I thought I was a good first mate,” said Spike sarcastically, he paused, “You think I want to work here with you, beats sitting at home with a teenager and drinking.”
“What?” said Angel, “You and Emma sit around drinking?”
“Hell no,” said Spike, “I wouldn’t let that girl touch my beers, not like I’m being all possessive, it’s just smart, trying to be a good dad and what bloody what-nots.”
“I don’t just employ someone here Spike.”
“Emma’s valuable, give her something to do, give me something too,” said Spike, “Bring in some money.”
Angel looked at him, “I’m not going to pay you money Spike.”
“Why are you so against it?” questioned Spike, “Green Eyes.”
“Shut up about that, it’s not true, I just, I don’t care at the moment,” stated Angel.
“Green Eyes,” said Spike, Spike thought for a moment, “You know, you’ve got brown Eyes, Conner has blue, Darla, you know what Conner looks like a woman.”
“Get out of my office,” said Angel coming over to Spike and grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him out of the chair, “Just go.”
“What about giving me a case,” asked Spike.
“Well we’ll get on that as soon as we have a case,” stated Angel.
Spike laughed, “Green Eyes.”
Angel looked over at the door and he could hear fighting.
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Emma had landed against a wall in the Lobby she held herself onto it then let go and landed on her feet. She jumped up and spun around through the air and kicked Illyria across the face. Illyria slammed to the ground and looked up at Emma as Emma landed on the bar on all fours.
Emma jumped off the bar and landed in front of Illyria.
“You’re stronger then the others,” said Illyria.
“You’ve got the funniest eyes I’ve ever seen,” replied Emma.
Emma then quickly smiled and went to punch Emma put Illyria blocked the moved. Emma went to do it again, blocked. Illyria went to swiped at her again. Emma blocked it. Quickly Emma spun around and hit Illyria across the face. Illyria was forced back from the blow.
They watched each other for a long moment. Illyria walked towards Emma and went to punched Emma. Emma went backwards getting missed. Illyria went down to kick Emma off her feet and Emma did a full back flip and landed on the ground then stood up quickly and went to kick Illyria across the face. Illyria caught her leg and spun Emma’s foot around.
Emma was pulled off her other foot and she hit the floor catching herself. Emma then did a push up sort of gesture threw herself up in the air and out of Illyria’s grasp. She landed at the Entrance day shinning in. She stood there.
Conner had walked in and she had landed on her feet in front of him. She knew he was there, smelled him, turned towards him, “Hi there Lonely.”
“Don’t call me that,” said Conner.
Emma turned away from Conner back to Illyria. Illyria had left already. Emma turned back to Conner and looked at him.
“It looks like you healed up pretty quickly,” stated Emma.
“I’m a super human that’s how it is,” stated Conner.
“Ah,” wanted to explain the situation, “Just got a little bored,”. So I fought her, probably could of beaten her too.”
“So you can figure who you’ll have to worry about if you ever try killing everyone in there sleep?” replied Conner.
“Are you trying to get on my bad side?” she questioned.
“No, not really,” said Conner.
“Okay Lonely,” replied Emma.
“Stop calling me that,” he demanded keeping his cool in small bits.
She put her hands in her pockets, “If your temper is that delicate.”
Conner replied, “The world doesn’t revolve around you incase you didn’t know that.”
“I didn’t say anything about being in the middle.”
Conner folded his arms, “I know what you want, everyone to pay for what you’ve done, when you’re just
using excuses.”
“You only see in black and white do you?” said Emma.
“You’re a filthy murderer, I don‘t have to see in different shades of colors to know that,” sneered Conner.
“Don’t you think I know what I am?” questioned Emma.
“I don’t believe you do, Demon,” said Conner.
She got in his face, “You’re real mature. And you know the story. I don’t want to kill anyone.”
“I don’t believe you know that, that’s just some lie you’re telling yourself,” said Conner.
“Why, you want to make something of it?” questioned Emma.
“Why don’t you just leave?” said Conner, “You’re always the problem as of lately, we don’t need anymore problems.”
“Why don’t I leave, because I have nowhere to go and my dad seems to have welcomed me in.”
“He doesn’t understand what you are like I do, he’s evil too, he excepts it,” said Conner.
“Shut up,” she said.
“Your evil!” said Conner outraged, “I kill your types.”
“So you can’t believe anything different?” she growled, “Want to kill me!?”
Spike and Angel walked in.
“There should be justice for what you did,” he demanded.
“I don’t care what you think!” she roared.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” questioned Angel.
“Demon,” growled Conner.
“If you don’t leave me alone I’m going to rip you several new ones,” stated Emma.
“What’s with the fighting?” questioned Spike coming up behind her as she looked at Conner angrily.
“He called me a Demon. I’m only half demon.”
“This is uncalled for,” said Conner looking at Angel, “This is Angel investigations, we’re supposed to help people, not condemn them to the murder at their hand.”
“You bloody son of a Bitch I ought to-” growled Emma.
“Emma,” said Spike.
“I don’t care what she wants, this is stupid, we fight evil not condone it,” said Conner.
“I’m not evil!” Emma yelled, “I never stated that I wanted to join your bloody sodding good for nothing excuse for saving the world!”
“Hey,” said Angel.
“Emma’s going to kick your ass,” smiled Spike.
“Spike, that’s not fatherly,” said Angel.
“Oh, uh, bad, stop fighting,” said Spike.
Conner looked at them both, “Side with me dad, am I right we don’t condone evil here?”
“We don’t Conner,” said Angel, “Just calm down and go into my office.” Conner looked at Angel, “But she’s of course trying to change, which I’m surprised that I’m saying.”
“I knew you wouldn’t side with me,” sneered Conner, “It’s cause she’s Buffy’s kid.”
“This is immature,” said Angel.
“She is Evil,” said Conner, “E, V, I, L!”
Emma punched Conner across the face and Conner slammed down his lip busted. He scooted across the floor, “Guess what Frat Boy, you can either by my enemy or you can. I don’t seem to like you so, watch your step around me,” growled Emma.
“Lets go,” said Spike.
Emma kept looking at Conner. Spike held her arm and led her out of there. Angel looked down and then offered his hand to help Conner up. Conner didn’t take it and got himself up wiping the blood off his lip on his sleeve.
“Conner, that was immature,” stated Angel, “You shouldn’t sink to her level.”
“She’s the one that started the hitting,” said Conner disgusted looking down at the floor.
“This isn’t you,” said Angel.
“Dad, you don’t know me that well,” sneered Conner.
“You’re my son, I think you naturally have a right head on your body,” said Angel.
“Then why did you deny it, why didn’t you quickly side with me?”
“Because, this is a child you we’re fighting with,” said Angel.
“Don’t think I don’t know about you and that Buffy, I learn things,” said Conner, “You love her, so you go
easy on her daughter.”
“What, Buffy has nothing to do with this, she’s just a mild coincidence, Emma’s mother. Coincidence.”
“She’s probably murdered more then you, Angelus, and you let her free walking around here. There’s no guarantees she just might not brake and kill us or at least try.”
“She’s a walking time bomb I get that, I see that,” said Angel.
“But it’s always about her,” said Conner.
“What do you mean?” questioned Angel.
“It is, this is affecting you,” said Conner. Angel folded his arms. “I came here looking to help you, help people, instead I get this; a father that doesn’t really care about how I want to prosper helping, a father that doesn’t see a real threat.”
“I do see real threats,” stated Angel, “I see her as a threat every time she walks in here. I know she’s out there, I worry one day, or in the next minute she just starts killing.”
“Is she going to be the Apocalypse, is she this poster child for a hero of the world?”
“Well, she should at least try to be,” said Angel.
“I’ll see you later,” said Conner walking past Angel.
Angel stood there then looked back to Conner quickly before Conner left, “I still want you to help people.”
“Just not here.”
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Illyria walked in a dark hallway. She just walked down the hall her right hand feeling the textures of the old walls. Her big blue eyes almost glowed in the dark. Illyria looked up quickly as Gunn was standing before her.
“The lights are out again?” questioned Gunn.
“It seems,” replied Illyria.
“You seem more then down then usual down,” stated Gunn.
“Down,” stated Illyria looking at Gunn, “Ah, sadness.”
“I can’t believe I’m asking.” Pause. “Is something bothering you?” questioned Gunn.
Illyria just looked at him, “I am as it seems inadequate, I am no longer needed.”
“Well I do hate you for killing my friend and taking her body in a whole evil vengeancey way, but you’re needed around here.”
“Not vengeance,” replied Illyria correcting him, “Power.”
“Ah, yes, power,” said Gunn, “I stand corrected.”
Illyria walked forward, “I would fall to pieces in the heat of battle.”
“Who says?” questioned Gunn, he did care, but he didn’t.
“No one, I see it, I know my strength all too well,” she answered looking at her hands and closing them into fists.
“Oh, still, it’s all about power,” said Gunn, “You ever thought about saving the world, not, owning it.”
Illyria looked at him, “I was a great ruler-”
“I’ve heard that story, but what about moving on to greater things, then ownership,” replied Gunn.
“My mind is a mess,” said Illyria looking around like she didn‘t understand.
“Well, I guess you do have some of them morals.”
Gunn walked off from her.
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Spike and Emma were back at Spike’s place. Emma was sitting on the bar next to the refrigerator eating a turkey sandwich. Spike looked in the frig and pulled out a cup of blood then looked at her as she ate her sandwich.
“You know, we’ve got ham, and we’ve got turkey and cheese sandwiches, but you like Turkey, why?” asked Spike.
Emma shrugged her shoulders as Spike sat up on the bar with her. He took a drink of his blood then set his cup and leaned back against the cabinets the ways she did. Ironically, automatically they had their heads tilted slightly to their right. Both of them exactly like the other as they looked forward.
Spike looked at Emma, “Did you do something to Conner?”
Emma finished her sandwich, “Nope.”
“Really?” questioned Spike.
“Nope,” said Emma, “That bloody dwit just thinks I did something, or he’s just angered by my presence.”
“I see,” replied Spike.
“Do you think I did something?” questioned Emma.
“No, I don’t think you did,” said Spike, he looked at Emma, “Why is it, tell me that, why you’ve got a British accent?”
“Because I was born in England,” said Emma, “I figure in Quortoth your voice just turns out the way it would of. Something like that,” Emma looked at him, “Only person I ever spoke with was British too, that could be it…Do you not like that Angel guy?”
“He’s fine sometimes,” said Spike.
“I guess, he smells sad,” said Emma.
Spike looked at her funny, then he smiled, “You smell feelings.”
“I pick up fear real well,” smiled Emma, “He’s a little sad.”
“What other smells can you pick up?” said Spike.
“Lying,” replied Emma.
“Oh, I bet there’s a lot of vampire that can do that, I knew one back in the day-”
“You’re lying,” stated Emma.
“You smelled it, or was I too obvious?”
“Both.”
“You like it here?” questioned Spike.
“Yes, the food is better,” said Emma.
Spike smiled, “Good.”
“You fear,” said Emma looking back at Spike.
“What do I fear?” asked Spike.
“You’ve never been a dad before,” said Emma.
“Nope, can’t say that I have,” smiled Spike, “I was like a big brother to your Aunt Dawn, do you know who she is?”
“Yes,” stated Emma, they didn’t speak for a moment, Emma spoke again, “When I was growing up and I had these dreams.”
“I, I uh,” he thought she was talking about the bad ones.
“No, good ones, I dreamt,” she smiled, “You’d come and save me from that evil Hell. And you have, that’s about the only thing I have to know and I’ll be happy for a long time.”
Spike looked at her like he was taking in her existence again, “I still can’t believe that you are real.”
“I sure feel real,” stated Emma.
“I’m glad you do,” said Spike.
They looked forward that way they had before. Spike took a drink of his blood and put the cup back down.
“I don’t care what Angel or his little nipper have to say,” said Spike.
Emma leaned her head on Spike’s shoulder. Spike looked at his shoulder as she closed her eyes and looked at her fingers. Spike then put his arm around her in a loving, fatherly way.
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Night: Conner lay out on his bed in his Dorm. He had homework all around him from wear he’d fallen asleep.
Conner was in his dream world again. Emma was there too, watching him sleep on the sewer floor. Conner woke up.
Emma smiled at him, “Hi Lonely.”
“Why wont you leave me to sleep?” questioned Conner.
“There’s a future. Things deceive, you don’t see me,” said Emma.
“My eyes are just fine,” said Conner his head on the ground as he looked up at her.
“The doctor said you should really stop looking at bright lights or they fall right out,” stated Emma.
“You’re evil, what would you know about being an Eye doctor,” replied Conner.
“You read me like a book,” she sneered.
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Conner woke up in the dorm and quickly and sword flew down into his chest. He gasped, winced in pain. Emma was wielding the hilt. She turned the blade. He gasped for air looking at the sword in his chest then at Emma’s eyes, back at the sword.
Emma leaned in and looked at him deeply, she whispered to him, “You know nothing.”
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The Conner really did wake up. He had a piece of paper stuck to his face. He pulled it off and looked at the door.
“Why wont she go away?”
Conner got up and opened the door, Trish stood there.
She would’ve of knocked, “Oh, hi Conner. I didn’t wake you did I?”
“Oh, it’s you?” sighed Conner.
Trish walked in and Conner sat back down on his bed, “You seem down again.”
“It’s just Emma again, she busted my lip earlier and the dreams you know.”
“You should get over it Conner your more mature then she is you’re 19 she’s 16,” said Trish.
“Everything everyone talks about is always about her, I know it’s immature,” replied Conner angrilly.
“I’m your girlfriend I don’t want to hear anymore about her,” smiled Trish sitting down next to him.
“Neither do I,” said Conner.
“She’s nothing,” said Trish.
“But she is, she’s a pain that wont go away. I’m not jealous,” said Conner standing up and walking over to his table.
“Yes you are you don’t like her getting the talk about.”
“She hit me up side the head with 2 by 4 a couple times, why would I not have a problem with her?” addressed Conner.
Trish stood up then kissed his brow lightly playing with his shirt, “You’re bigger then she is.”
Conner sighed, “Now that I know she can hurt me, I want to hurt her back,” he turned away, “I just start acting immature around her.”
“Because she is, classic you know, it’s normal,” said Trish.
“You call this normal?” smiled Conner.
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Wesley sat in his office taping back the books. He wasn’t having anything good for him at the moment. Illyria stood in the room watching him. Wesley threw the tap across the room.
He took a breath, he was annoyed, “What do you want?”
“You seem to be angered,” she said.
“Don’t be worried it’s your fault, now if your done I’d like to carry on with what I was doing,” replied Wesley.
“I’m getting used to the feeling of this body,” she stated going towards him.
“Finally, now I’m kinda busy,” Wesley answered looking up at her from his desk.
They were quiet for a moment and Wesley went back to the book, “Fred loved you.”
Wesley looked up to her, “Don’t remind me of hurtful past.”
Illyria shifted into Fred, “Wes, why do you seem mad at her, it wasn’t her choice to be put into my body. Maybe I can say it better for her. When I had died, and my parents came, she showed my parents me not for self gain but to not make them sad.”
“Your trying aren’t you Illyria?”
“I just want things to be like they were,” said Illyria staying in her Fred guise.
“They’ll never be like they were,” said Wesley.
“Then why do you hate her so if you didn’t let her die, burst out my body because of her powers,” said Illyria, like she was Fred.
“I don’t know,” sighed Wesley.
Illyria turned back into herself then looked at her hands, “I don’t feel right with myself in this body anymore,” Illyria looked at Wesley, “I’m gaining emotions that were never mine.”
“Really, who’s?” questioned Wesley not really believing her.
Illyria looked at the walls as if she was Closter phobic, “I don’t know. I feel like I’ve ruined this body and don’t belong in it like something is seeping into me,” she looked at Wesley again, “I wasn’t able to take down the girl, I felt human. I have no feel for the need of power.”
“Some way of trying to convince me,” said Wesley.
Illyria slammed Wesley up against the wall with amazing speed, “I do not try and convince you. I do not know what is wrong with me, I feel like I belong near you people, like I’m becoming weak!”
Wesley didn’t answer for a moment then answered, “Fred.”
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Illyria walked out quickly into the night of the garden entrance area. She walked quickly past Conner.
“Disembowel,” she spoke going by him. [Disembowel: have your guts torn out.]
Conner stopped, “Oh, yeah been here done that.”
Illyria stopped and looked at him, “Your disappointed.”
“And this time it’s not the shapes,” said Conner just standing there.
“It’s the white one’s double,” she was addressing Emma.
“What isn’t?” questioned Conner.
“You feel Lonely,” replied Illyria.
“Who hasn’t noticed?” questioned Conner.
“You wish she never came here,” stated Illyria.
“Yeah,” said Conner.
“She beat you in battle and you wish to prove to her that you are stronger,” said Illyria.
Conner didn’t answer for a moment, he just looked into the window to the Hyperion of Spike and Emma. Spike going up the stairs.
Conner answer, “I guess.”
“I knew that you would think of it that way. You don’t want attention just the feel that you are stronger then her.”
“Okay,” said Conner, Emma walked out of the lobby and down a hall.
“Rivalry.”
“You ever had that?” sighed Conner.
“Ha, I do not have rivalries,” laughed Illyria.
“I should get over it,” replied Conner.
Illyria just replied with the best answer that popped into her head, “You should fight her. Get her mad and she’ll fight you.”
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Spike walked into Angel’s hotel room. “So, are you going to except Conner into you’re little gang?” asked Spike.
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Emma was walking around the hotel. Just looking at the surroundings. Exploring. She was in one of the rooms around the kitchen. [aka. Where Conner and Angel/Liam fought in season 4 episode Spin the Bottle. When they were all teenagers.] Emma was looking around. She went down some stairs. And she was around some boxes.
She sniffed the turning around. “What do you want now?” asked Emma, “What going to comment on me being small boned or something,” she said looking at Conner.
“What are you doing?” asked Conner.
“Exploring,” said Emma, “This place is actually pretty cool.”
“Finding out away to make a good blue print to sneak in and cut our throats?” questioned Conner.
“Now, I don’t know what your problem is but I don’t like it,” stated Emma.
“What problem? Oh, wait, You smacked me across the face with a 2 by 4 last week!” said Conner.
“Fine are we done?” questioned Emma.
“What do you think?” growled Conner.
“Want to know what I think,” smiled Emma, she punched him in that face, He checked his face for blood then looked back at her, “I think you’re an asshole waiting for his rein of power but you're to weak so you get your panties in a knot because a girl put you down, get used to it.”
She smiled. Conner mad like, he had a bloody lip and then punched Emma back slamming her to the floor.
“That’s exactly it,” said Conner.
Emma lay on the ground laughing, then pounced up onto her feet quickly and shoved him into the wall. Conner went to punched her across the face and she ducked out of the way and he pushed her forward abruptly. Emma went to punch him and he blocked a blow then slammed her into the large dining room.
Tables were around in old tablecloths. There were chandeliers, dusty, hanging down from the ceiling. Emma was pushed into a table. The table on harms because she stopped herself from hurting it. Emma jumped up and twirled around kicked him across the face. He went down on the ground.
“I guess you mean business now. Why, did your girlfriend bruise you too?!”
Conner got back up he punched her she blocked it. He went to punch her again and she blocked it. She went to punch him and he blocked it. She jumped up and kicked him across the face. She landed on her feet then kicked him in the stomach.
Emma punched him in the stomach and then did it again and picked him up and tossed him over a ground of tables. He landed on one and it smashed to the ground. Conner’s face was bleeding from multiple places but he just got right back up. Emma jumped up before he’d gotten to his feet and was going to kick him down.
Conner caught his foot and swung her into a chandelier. Then he flung her onto a table. Emma rolled over quickly and got back up onto her feet and went to punched him but he duck and punched her in the face. Blood came from her lip, but her lip quickly healed.
Conner went to kicked her across the face and she flipped backwards landing her feet and jumping up and kicking him in the face. He flew into a table and it broke. Conner got up quickly. Emma jumped up on her feet and spun around quickly punching him in the face twice then she slammed her left fist into his stomach.
She did it so hard that there was blood on her hand. Conner was still able to fight though. Blood dripping down his face he kept on. He punched her across the face when she didn’t expect it. She went down to kick him off his feet and he leapt over her leg. She came back up and punched him in the face.
Conner grabbed a chair from under one of the tables and smashed it on her back. She hardly phased. He jumped up and kicked her in the head. She flipped backwards landed on all fours on a table.
“Had enough?” she hissed.
“No,” said Conner breathing heavier.
Emma jumped off the table and came towards him. Conner went to punch her. She caught his hand and squeezed it real hard then slammed it backwards making him hit himself. He pulled away. Emma jumped up to the chandelier and swung on it kicking him into another table. Things breaking all over.
She jumped down and the chandelier fell to the ground. That made a loud noise. Conner stood funny but was still going to fight on. Emma came at him and he ducked a blow then kicked her in the stomach and quickly punched her in the face. He grabbed a piece of one of the table and slammed it against Emma’s face.
The second time he swung to hit her ducked it and punched him across the face. He shook himself out of it sort of. He then punched her with his right fist Emma ducked the next one, caught it and she pulled his hand behind his back and made his arm have a cracking sound and she threw him across the room. He hit a Chandelier, 2 in fact as he fell on top of a table.
Spike and Angel ran in there, followed by Gunn and Wesley.
“Bloody hell,” said Spike seeing the disaster.
Conner got back on his feet as the others came. Emma kicked him across the face blood flying on the floor. Conner punched her in the face quickly and Emma ducked the next one then sideswiped his face.
“Bastard,” she stated licking the blood off her lip.
She wiped the blood from her face as Conner ran back over.
“HEY!!” yelled Angel going towards them.
Emma kicked Conner in the face again, smacking blood out of his mouth. She did it again her eyes were yellow now, not having been before. She punched Conner in the gut knocking him to the ground but you could hear a snapping noise. Conner couldn’t stand easily, Emma grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back up, she pounded him in the stomach 3 times before Angel and them got over. Conner’s shirt was
bleeding and He went to kick her.
“STOP IT!!” yelled Spike.
Angel grabbed Conner. Spike, Gunn and Wesley grabbed Emma.
Emma was as bloodied up as Conner and she healed automatically. Conner didn’t He got a little of his strength back hardly but he did.
“NO FIGHTING!” demanded Angel.
Conner tried to get at her and her at him but they were held back. Spike picked her up off her feet so she couldn’t get a good hold and get loose.
“NO.” said Spike forcefully his arms tight around her holding her off the ground.
“I’M GONNA KILL HIM IF HE LOOKS AT ME WRONG!!!” yelled Emma.
Gunn and Wesley didn’t have to help Spike.
“There’s going to be no more killing, no more fighting, get it!” said Angel.
“FINE,” roared Conner.
“Spike take you and yours out of here and Conner either stay here or go back to your dorm,” commanded Angel.
“I’m leaving,” stated Conner.
“Your coming with me, we’re leaving now,” Spike addressed Emma.
He put her down and grabbed her by the shirt and started walking her out of there. Emma’s eyes turned back to normal and her fangs left her. Conner walked off in the opposite direction. Angel stood there with Wesley and Gunn in the wreckage.
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