Angel, Season 6: 6.05: Lost Angels
by filmtheory
“Lock up your men, L.A.,” Faith shouted as she jumped out the emergency exit of the parked bus. “’Cuz I got a busload of hungry and horny slayers. So many nubile superhero girls that even Andrew stands a fair chance of getting laid.”
Andrew looked up at Faith with a grin.
“But not by me,” she said disdainfully.
A lot of the girls scowled, finding Faith’s exuberance inappropriate, but Buffy understood. It was posturing. It was coping. The battle had taken a lot from Faith. From all of them. Faith wanted death to know that no matter what it took from her, she was still Faith.
Willow was still dehydrated. The drain of the spell had been tremendous and the news of Kennedy’s death had the witch crying for days. Dawn was on enough pain killers to numb a horse. Buffy had left her side only long enough to talk to Angel.
After initially stabilizing, Robin Wood developed an infection. The antibiotics were unable to counteract the supernatural bacteria. Wood died of septic shock. This death in particular had hit Faith hard. She kept her cool exterior until she made it to a ladies room, where she burst into tears before she could even get into a stall.
“I’ve organized the girls into blocks of rooms on the basis of their seniority in order to facilitate training,” Wesley said. He held up a stack of papers. “These are maps of the hotel with room assignments on the back--”
“Hey, Wes,” Faith interrupted. “Do we need keys for these rooms?”
“No. They’re open. Once the girls locate their rooms, they can simply--”
“Alright, girls,” Faith yelled. “Go and claim your room. It’s every woman for herself.”
“Doesn’t anyone care about my system?” Wes complained. Gunn and Angel had seemed uninterested as well.
“I thought it was kind of neat,” Fred said shyly. “Besides, I’m sure the girls’ll follow your patrolling schedule.”
Wesley looked down sadly. The patrolling schedule reminded him of what he had the girls patrolling for. And that, in turn, reminded Wes of his betrayal of Angel. None of this would be necessary if Wesley hadn’t taken Connor.
**
“Close your nostril.”
Connor began wiggling his face, then frowned. “I can’t.”
Naomi laughed. “No, with your finger. Like this.” She pressed her nostril closed. Connor copied her. “Now put the tube to your nose, hold it over the line, and snort.”
Connor carefully placed the tube over the line of powder and just as carefully started inhaling. The cocaine shot through the tube, quickly followed by air. Connor pulled his head away and began sneezing and furiously rubbing his nose. “I don’t like this stuff.”
“You’re doing it wrong. You have to move the tube quickly. Like this.” She bent over the next line and quickly sucked it up.
“Can’t I just have the stuff we did last night?”
“That’s to help you down. This is to get you up. Speed is better, but I don’t have any. So you’ll have to make do with the coke.”
Connor bent down and snorted, sucking the cocaine up. He immediately started rubbing his nose again. “How long’s it take?”
“You’re always in a hurry,” Naomi laughed. “Why can’t you just sit back and enjoy the rush?”
“I just want to feel good again. I hate this.” He stood up and paced agitatedly. “I hate this. I need to go out. I’ll go out and get us more money.”
“It’s not dark yet. Besides, we’re set for this week. I want to take you somewhere special tonight.”
Connor sat on the couch and started fidgeting. He looked at her as if about to speak, but didn’t.
“What?” she asked. “Go ahead and ask.”
Connor wanted to act like he didn’t know what she was talking about, but Naomi could already tell when he was keeping something back. “Do you . . . do you get jealous?”
Naomi did another line, then nestled her head into Connor’s lap and looked up at him. “Yeah. I get jealous.”
“Then why do you let me?”
“Because I want you to have fun.”
“I could have fun with you,” Connor said sadly. He wiped his nose, which had begun to run.
“I . . . I’m sorry Connor. You’re like a kid brother to me.”
“Then why do you get jealous?”
“I like spending time with you. Teaching you things. I like that you look up to me. I miss that when you’re gone.” She sat up and ran her hands through her hair over and over, trying to get rid of some sensation she couldn’t put her finger on.
They sat quietly a moment until Connor asked, “Does coke go bad with heroin?”
Naomi started laughing. “You doesn’t speak the words good.” She laughed harder at her own joke.
Connor laughed, too. “Jerk,” he said, standing up and walking toward the kitchen. He opened the cabinet and pulled out the peanut butter jar. Opening it, he pulled out the heroin and threw it in a small cooker on the stove. “Want some?”
“Sure,” Naomi answered. “But not too much. And don’t you shoot too much either. You’re getting an extra special treat tonight.”
Connor put the needle in the heroin and pulled back, drawing the drugs into the syringe. “Cool,” he said as he tied the tourniquet. But nothing was cool. He still remembered Angel and Cordelia and the girl in the warehouse. He remembered Jasmine and Holtz and Quor’Toth. As the needle sunk into his vein, he pressed the plunger and smiled. Soon, all those memories would be gone, if only for a while.
***
“Buffy hasn’t left Dawn’s bedside and--”
“That’s understandable,” Angel said. “But I want all other resources--”
“Angel,” Wesley said firmly. “There are 38 slayers besides Buffy in this house, not to mention all the other help we have. We can spare people to deal with the Solhano demons and still search for your son!”
“The sooner we find Connor, the sooner we’ll have more help fighting the Solhano demons.”
“You think a team 38 slayers isn’t enough to deal with a pack of Solhano demons?” Wesley said.
“No, because 38 slayers won’t be fighting the Solhano demons. They’ll be looking for my son!”
“Your logic is truly dizzying.”
“Look, boss,” Lorne said. “No one wants to find Connor as much as I do, but we can’t let business as usual fall by the wayside.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying for the past eight months,” Angel said angrily. “World’s in danger. Gotta save it. No time to deal with Connor right now. I’ll catch up with him when this is all over. And look where it got me. Look where it got him! Well, that’s it. I’ve done enough for the world and for the powers that be. Now I need to take care of my family.”
“And no one’s saying you shouldn’t big guy,” Lorne said. “But you, me, Cordelia, Wes, Gunn, Fred, and 19 slayers seems like a team capable of tracking down one angry kid who’s none too good at staying inconspicuous.”
Angel rubbed his eyes. “Give me more, Lorne. More details. How much time do I have? He’s already been out there for a week.”
“I wish I could tell you, boss. It all hit me pretty fast and pretty hard.”
“So for all I know, my son could be strung out in ditch somewhere right now.”
“Well, I’m sure it wouldn’t be that fast,” Lorne said.
Angel looked outside. “I don’t have time for this,” he said bitterly a she walked to the door. “It’s dark. I have to go find him. Call me on the cell phone if you hear anything.”
“You don’t even know how to use it,” Wesley said.
“I read the manual,” Angel said as he stepped outside.
“Damn!” Gunn said as Angel left. “If he read a cell phone manual, you know he’s serious about finding that boy!”
“Charles,” Fred said in a reproachful tone.
“Can’t a brother try a little levity?” he said grabbing an axe. “Look, I’ll round up some girls to deal with the Solhano demons. Fred, get Cordy, Faith and some other slayers and go patrolling for Connor. If we just hit the regular demon joints, I’m sure we’ll find him before too long.”
****
Drenched in sweat, he moved up and down ecstatically under the flashing multi-color lights. His silky hair was almost shoulder length, and it whirled about him as he moved his head. He was grinning, but rolled his eyes as he danced, as if he knew he couldn’t dance and was mocking himself through the entire thing. Still, showing up and dancing with a hot 21 year old blonde had given him instant cachet. Connor and Naomi were in a crowd of about ten and took on multiple other dance partners outside their circle, yet never got out of arms reach of each other.
A guy in a black duster backed into Naomi and bumped her pretty hard. Connor stared at him oddly.
“Let it go, Connor,” Naomi said. “That happens when things are so crowded.”
“It’s not that,” Connor said, looking at the guy.
Naomi looked at the guy, then back to Connor. “Come on. It’s your night off. Let’s just have fun.”
Connor smiled and kissed her cheek. “It’ll only be a minute.”
“Come on, darlin’. You know you want to go outside with me.” The guy had a Texas accent.
“I do,” a dark-haired girl said. “I just need to tell my friends.”
The guy grabbed her and pulled her. “I think we better go now. You gotta mount the horse when he’s ready to ride.”
The girl tried to pull away but the guy’s grip was like a vice; tight and cold. “Just--”
“Hey, buddy,” Connor said, tapping the guy. “The chick’s with me.” He pulled the guy’s hand off and took the girl’s hand. “Come on. My friends and I have a sky box.”
The girl looked up. The club was an old theater with all the seats pulled out. People could rent the boxes that were once box seats. But this guy wasn’t dressed like he could afford it. Still, Texas Jack was getting a little too pushy. “Cool,” the girl said.
“Don’t you fucking cock block me,” the guy in the duster said a she stepped in Connor’s way.
“Or fang block you?” Connor laughed giddily, unable to control his laughter.
“Mmmm,” the Texan smiled. “I don’t usually like feeding off guys. It seems kinda gay. But you got so much X in you, maybe drinking you would be a better idea.”
Connor punched the vamp in his chest and the Texan fell to his knees. The vamp tried to get up, but Connor grabbed his head and kneed him in the face four times. Connor flexed and a stake popped from his sleeve.
“Give me your money,” Connor growled, before his face turned into a large grin again.
“You’re robbing me?” the vamp asked.
“Yeah,” Connor said. “You’re lucky I don’t dust you. But I’m in a good mood and it’s my night off.”
The vamp thought about moving, but Connor quickly angled, letting him know he wouldn’t make it.
“Fucking L.A.,” the vamp groaned as he slapped a wad of cash in Connor’s hand.
Connor glanced at the money, then looked back at the vamp. “Eighty bucks?” he said angrily. “That’s it?”
“Getting to L.A. wasn’t cheap. Besides, that’s a lot of money in Houston.”
Connor rubbed the vamp’s chest and smiled.
“Dude, I said I wasn’t gay,” the Texan said. “Fucking X heads’ll hump anything.”
“This real leather,” Connor said. “I have another one just like it.”
“I said I was from Texas. Of course it’s real leather!” He stared at Connor’s grin and shook his head. “Fine!” the vamp said, removing the coat and giving it to Connor. “You want my fucking socks and underwear, too, you piece of shit.”
“Go back to Houston,” Connor said as he pulled the leather coat on. “You’re never going to make it here.” He took the girl’s hand again. “Come on.”
“Holy shit!” the girl said. “That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks,” Connor said, tapping Naomi and nodding toward the skybox.
Naomi nodded and followed him. “I can dress you up, but I can’t take you out. You’re always getting us into trouble.”
“Oh,” the girl said, looking at Connor. “Is this your girlfriend?
Connor looked at the girl and grinned widely. “Nah. She’s my mentor.”
“And Connor’s my protector,” Naomi laughed, hugging him from behind.
“Looks like he’s pretty good at that,” the girl said. “I’m Kat, by the way.”
“Hey, Kat,” Connor said, leaning close to her face and smiling still. “I’m Connor. And this is Naomi.”
They entered into the private upstairs balcony overlooking the dance floor. They had a table with all kinds of food and drinks, mostly champagne. Expensive champagne.
“Holy shit,” the girl said.
Connor picked a bottle up and pulled the cork out with his bare hand. He put a pill in his mouth and washed it down with half the bottle in one gulp. “Want some?”
“Um . . . sure,” Kat said, reaching for the bottle. She was getting in over her head and she knew it. She’d come out to be a bad girl and maybe meet a bad boy. She wanted to drink and maybe even try a hit of ecstasy. But now she was having second thoughts when she knew it was too late.
Connor smiled and handed her the bottle. “Here,” he said, giving her a pill. “You’ll love it. I just tried it tonight and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my whole fucking life.” Connor threw off his new coat and flopped back hard onto a leather couch.
Kat stood nervously in front of Connor, as if her performance would be measured. For his part, Connor leaned back languorously and watched her with a distant smile and a glazed expression. It was indeed as if he were watching some kind of performance.
Kat put the pill in her mouth and took a swig of the champagne. It took a moment before she felt it coming on, but the drug lived up to its name. She smiled, her heart beat faster, and she began sweating.
Connor grabbed her and pulled her into his lap on the couch. He grabbed the champagne bottle from her and took a mouthful. He pushed her down until she lay flat on the couch. He got on the floor, his body perpendicular to hers, and leaned his mouth over hers. He stroked her cheek, the contact feeling so pleasurable under the influence of the ecstasy.
Kat breathed heavily as Connor’s face loomed above hers. “This is too much,” she whispered. “Oh god, please. This is too much.” She’d tried alcohol and ecstasy and was separated from her friends. Now she was convinced this guy was going to take her virginity. If she said no, would he and his friends even let her go?
Connor took another swig of champagne, but didn’t swallow. He gently pinched her nose. She smiled playfully and opened her mouth Connor leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers, opening his mouth and putting the champagne into her waiting mouth. She gagged a little and pulled away, spitting it out.
“Sorry,” Kat said.
“We got plenty more,” Connor said, grabbing a bottle and shaking it. He pulled the cork and sprayed her. She laughed, throwing her hands up defensively.
“Here,” Connor said, pressing his body against hers and holding the bottle to her lips. He tilted it up and she tilted her head back. He didn’t make her chug, but pulled it away after a comfortable sip.
Kat felt a tingling and wondered if it was just the X or if she liked having Connor feed her champagne. He put his lips to her ear and breathed deeply, making her shiver with pleasure. She put her hands against his shirt and touched his chest.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Connor said ecstatically. “Touch me like that.”
“Like this?” Kat laughed, simply rubbing his hand over Connor’s chest.
“Exactly like that,” he sighed with pleasure.
“Hey, Connor, man,” someone said behind them.
“Fuck off, Pic, I’m busy,” Connor said as he began running his hands through Kat’s hair. She began breathing heavily. Every touch was electric.
“Connor, there’s some guy with a chick asking questions about you downstairs.”
Connor turned back and looked at the guy. He was so torn. He didn’t want to move, but knew if he didn’t, the whole evening, and his whole new life, could be over. He looked back into Kat’s eyes and kissed her nose tenderly. “Stay here, okay?”
Kat nodded as she stared back into his deep blue eyes. It might have gone the same had anyone introduced her to ecstasy, but Kat felt no doubt that she was Connor’s.
Naomi laid on the couch next to Kat as Connor got up and followed Pic. “I told you he’s my protector, right?”
“Yeah,” Kat said, her eyes still on Connor a she walked away.
“Well, when it comes to emotional stuff, I’m his protector. Treat my boy right, or I’ll come find you.”
“There,” Pic pointed as he leaned over the edge of the skybox.
On the floor below, Faith and Wesley were talking to the vamp Connor had robbed. The vamp was trying to leave, but Faith was shoving him around pretty good. Connor leaned over and did his best to listen through the loud music and chatter.
“Piece o’ shit took my money and my coat,” the Texan was saying. “Now I gotta go. The other vamps’re making fun of me and there’s no chance o’ gettin’ a chick to come outside with me cuz I ain’t got no money. You believe that?”
“It’s a tale of fucking woe,” Faith said sarcastically.
“Did you happen to hear where he was going?” Wesley asked.
“Not really. He said he had a sky box, but he didn’t look like he could afford it.”
“Skybox?” Wesley asked.
The vamp pointed. The fucker could’ve pointed to any of the thirty boxes overlooking the dance floor on that side. But whether it was bad luck or vampire intuition, he pointed right at Connor.
“Shit,” Connor said as he turned and headed back for the couch.
Faith looked up just in time to see Connor turn. “Wes, we gotta move,” Faith said as she began shoving her way through the dance floor with Wes in tow.
Connor got to the couch and pulled his new leather duster on. “I have to go,” he said quickly to Kat. He held out his hand. “Come with me?”
Kat took his hand and let him pull her up.
“My car’s a block away,” Kat said as they ran outside. “I just got my driver’s license.”
Connor began to follow her when he heard.
“Connor!” a voice called.
Connor glanced back to see Faith had cut back and come outside.
“Connor, I don’t want to hurt you. Again.”
Connor scowled slightly at the challenge, but the feeling of euphoria quickly overtook him again. He kissed Kat’s cheek. “Go ahead. I’ll meet up with you.”
Kat bit her lip nervously. Her parents were out of town until the weekend, but she wasn’t sure she wanted a boy over on a weeknight. She shook her head, wondering what she was thinking. “1052 La Mesa in Santa Monica. Need me to write it down?”
“I’ll remember,” Connor said, kissing her again. He turned and walked toward Faith with an unnaturally large grin on his face.
“This might go easily after all,” Wesley said confidently as he came out beside Faith.
Connor pulled a metal pipe from a dumpster as he passed it.
“Or not,” Faith said.
“You think you’re tougher than me?” Connor laughed.
“Come on, kid,” Faith said. “Don’t be going all testosteroney on me.”
Connor pulled the bar up and feinted an attack on Faith. He quickly slammed the bar into Wes’ face, knocking him unconscious. He tossed the bar aside.
“Don’t be stupid,” Faith said, assuming a fighting stance. “I already bitch whipped you once.”
Connor spun and threw a quick kick. Faith dodged it, but Connor pulled his leg back before she could grab it. Connor laughed. His grin unnerved Faith. He seemed like he thought it was a game.
“Connor, your father loves you and wants you to come home.”
“Yeah,” Connor said, throwing another punch that would have connected, but he pulled it back before it did. “He always loves me and wants me home. Then I come home and he throws me out.”
“He has a group of 20 slayers looking for you Connor. I know you’re hurting, man, but a twenty chick search party is love in any language. I’d have killed to get my mom to care that much about me.” She swung and Connor blocked.
“You love Angel so much, you go be his fucking kid! He put more effort into helping you than he ever did me.” He swept his legs to trip her, but she hopped back out of the way.
“This is the effort now, Connor. What he’s doing now. That’s the effort.”
Faith took a swing, but Connor quickly dodged it and laughed hysterically as she stumbled forward. Taking advantage of Connor’s glee, Faith spun and kicked him in the chest, knocking him back. She pressed her advantage, but Connor leapt backwards. He grabbed a fire ladder and pulled himself up.
Faith jumped up after him. Connor jumped again, this time making it to the lip of the roof. He pulled himself up. Faith inhaled deeply and jumped, grabbing the lip of the roof. She pulled herself onto the roof to find Connor waiting.
Connor kicked her hard in the face before she could manage to get off her knees. She swept her legs, but Connor jumped the attempt to trip him and came down with a drop kick to her face. As Connor tried to regain his balance, Faith grabbed his leg and pulled him down.
Connor reached past Faith’s face and grabbed her hair and she saw the track marks on his arm. Shit, she thought. “Connor,” she said in a pleading voice, but a punch to her face interrupted the sentence.
Faith pulled back, but Connor came down with another punch. She held up her hand to block the next punch, but he quickly followed it with a knee to her head. He grabbed her head and slammed it into the ground. Then he did it again. And again.
Connor dropped Faith’s head to the pavement one last time. She groaned, trying to grab and hold him, but he just pushed her weakened arms off of him. Blood was running down her forehead. Connor straddled her and smiled down.
“It’s a shame I already have a date tonight. You’re hair feels nice.” He ran his hand through her blood-soaked hair. “I wonder if that makes me a vampire.” He leaned down and licked the line of blood trickling down her forehead. He quickly spit the blood in Faith’s face. “Tastes like shit.”
Connor lowered his body and laid flat on top of Faith, putting his mouth by her ear. “Faith, I need you to listen to me. Tell my father what I did to you. Tell him I let you go because I like you. But if he sends any more slayers after me, I’ll kill them.”
Connor stood and jumped from the roof, leaving Faith beaten and bleeding.
*****
“Hey,” Connor said as he slid in through Kat’s window.
“Hey,” she smiled.
Kat stepped toward Connor and hugged him. He kissed her immediately, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Her nipples stood up, sharp as arrows and chills ran down her spine. Connor moved to her neck and kissed from her earlobe down to her shoulder. He pushed her back onto her bed and climbed on top of her, straddling her and looking down into her eyes.
Kat looked up into his eyes and swallowed hard. She knew she was stupid for letting this boy know where she lived. She’d wanted to go out into that dark world and play with the danger there. Then she’d put it away and come back to the safety of her home. But now she’d invited that danger home with her.
Connor pushed her shirt open and popped her bra open. He lowered his head and took a nipple gently between her lips.
“Unghh,” she squealed, a combination of pleasure and protest. But she knew he’d soon go even further. Connor pushed her shirt off. He unbuttoned her pants and pulled both pants and underwear down. She was naked before him. He laid on her again and she was naked beneath him. She closed her eyes and whimpered, not knowing what to do.
“Do you have a condom?” he asked as he slid his fingers into her wetness. She gasped as his words struck her like a punch in the gut. Of all the things she imagined a lover saying to her before her first time, “do you have a condom” never came up.
She could’ve said no. She could’ve said she wasn’t ready. She could feel something in his demeanor that let her know if she said stop, he would.
“What if I said I’m not ready?” she asked. She needed to know for sure.
“Okay,” he whispered, kissing her lips gently. His fingers gently touched her clit and she moaned. “Can I still touch you?”
“Top drawer of my nightstand,” she moaned. “The condoms are in the top drawer.”
Connor slid both of them up the bed. He opened the drawer and reached in. He removed his right hand from between her legs and stuck them in his mouth, cleaning the juices off.
Connor held the condom packet in his left hand and tore it open with his teeth while his right hand undid his pants. Kat helped him push them down. She took his shirt off while he pulled the condom on.
Kat was wet and Connor slid inside her with one long stroke. She squealed and Connor stopped moving. He laid on top of her and kissed her. His hands explored her body and he whispered, “Tell me when you’re ready.”
The pain subsided quickly and almost any contact felt euphoric due to the lingering effects of the ecstasy. “Go,” she whispered breathlessly.
Connor moved slowly. Their bodies, both slick with sweat, moved against each other’s easily. Connor looked down into her face. This was his favorite part. He liked looking down at the girl smiling and writhing beneath him (or no top of him, depending on her preference). There was a silent approval from the look on her face. Her moans were encouragement that he could make someone happy, if only for an hour.
“You like that?” Connor asked. It was always nice to have explicit approval.
“God yes,” the girl moaned.
Connor laughed at himself for all the pain he’d brought himself over this act. Holtz had taught Connor this was something private that you shared with one person your entire life. Holtz had said there was a bond. None of that was true.
Sex was just something that people did to make each other feel nice. Friends did it once or several times and had no hard feelings when that friend had sex with someone else. He’d been so angry when Cordelia had told him they couldn’t have sex again after their first time. Now he understood. He’d been sad and Cordelia just wanted to make him feel nice. It was like when he attacked her and she’d cleansed him of his pain.
In the week since he’d met Naomi, Connor had been with four girls. Kat was the fifth. So far, he liked her the best.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered as he moved in and out of her. He kissed her. He breathed heavily. He moved his hands to her hips and held them in place as he began moving with quicker shorter thrusts. “Unnhhh,” he said, bringing himself to the edge of climax and backing off. He wanted her to cum first.
Kat ran her hands through Connor’s long, silky hair. Her small but pointed tits sent jolts of pleasure through her body as they rubbed against his chest. Connor began moving quickly again, and she moved her hands to his ass and held him deep in her.
“Do that,” she moaned. “Please keep doing tha . . . ahhhh. Ahhhhh.”
Connor pushed in harder and moaned as his body was overcome by his climax. Jets of semen shot into the condom, quickly filling it. He gripped the base of the condom and pulled out, continuing to jerk his hand. He was still coming, but felt like the condom would burst if he shot any more into it.
Connor wiped his sweaty forehead and laughed at his inflated sense of how much he could ejaculate. He pulled off the condom, which was nowhere near bursting, and flung it into her trash can. He laid back on the bed.
“You’re still hard,” Kat said in a surprised tone.
Connor looked down and laughed. “I love ecstasy. I think it’s my new favorite.” He stroked Kat’s face. “Can I stay here a while?”
“Um . . . yeah,” she said. She’d actually assumed he was staying, but realized that wasn’t necessarily natural. She laid back and wondered what she’d gotten herself into. She’d given Connor her virginity and assumed that they loved each other. But as the ecstasy wore off, she realized that it was chemical euphoria, not love. She’d found him in a club in L.A. This might have meant nothing to him. She might never see him again
Kat closed her eyes and tried to choke back her tears as well as the thought that she had gone from a good Catholic girl to a complete slut in just one night.
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