The Wound That Would Not Heal: Chapter Five
by Cookie_Dough101
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"Not up to our usual standards," Lilah said indicating the abandoned factory, "But it was the only thing we could find on short notice."
"I want to see him."
"Now I don't remember that being part of our deal."
"I want to see my son Lilah, Wolfram and Hart at least owes me that much."
"Funny, I don't think we owe you anything, the firm's already given you everything you'd ever want. Excluding your son but hey, he wasn't even suppose to be born, the spawn of two vampires how often does that happen."

She stood ten feet from him and the temptation to rip her head from her neck caused a growl to escape his throat. Lilah was keeping him from his son, they both knew he'd lost and Angel was banking on Lilah's last remaining threads of sympathy to get him what he wanted.
"Just let me see him, you've already won Lilah. I'm contracted to Wolfram and Hart for eternity and you get Connor as an added bonus."
"Fine." She clicked her fingers and Connor appeared at her side looking dazed and confused.

"Connor?" Angel was immediately in front of him.
"What's happening to me? Who are you people?"
"Shh," he whispered and put a hand on his son's arm feeling a sharp pain in his chest as the boy shrugged it off and backed away. "I just want to help you, I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you. I love you Connor." Angel stepped forward grateful for his son not moving any further, "I know you don't remember me but I just want you to know that I would have given you anything in the world. All I wanted was for you to lead and happy and normal life--" Angel's voice hitched and he reached into his pocket, "Forgive me Connor."


He caught his son's body as it spasmed backwards and his ears only briefly registered the sound of the gun hitting the cement floor. The smell of Connor's blood flooded his senses but his only thoughts were of grief, he'd finally ended Connor's suffering, death in the end had been the only thing he could offer his son. Lilah began talking and he clutched his son's body to his chest turning his face to glare at the woman. He could feel the ridges begin to merge and the sharp prick of his fangs against his lips. They were not going to touch his son, Angel didn't fear what they were going to do to him but he would never let them have his son.

"I think you should leave--bitch."
'Faith' Angel turned towards her still crouched on the ground hugging his son. She made her way over to him, stopping to flick the safety onto the gun and then wrapping her arms around him, not pulling him away just offering him comfort.

Angel leant back on his knees and buried his face into his son's hair, taking in the scent of death and letting it tear at his soul. It was over, Connor was finally at peace but even that thought didn't help to numb the pain that was storming through his body. A part of him now truly understood how Buffy had felt when she'd sent him to hell for the good of the world. Angel had killed Connor for the good of his son.


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