Chp; 19, Gone In Memories Thought
[Story Narrated by Emma.]
It was raining, poring down. I was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and black jeans. I like that colour. I was soaked from fighting a group of vampires.
One came at me, I kicked him in the stomach then slammed my elbow in his face. I pushed him down and grabbed my sword I’d dropped on the ground.
I had gotten here because it’d happened, ‘He forgot.’
Conner had looked to the group. His blue eyes sensitive to everything. Things made them hurt he was soaking in everything too fast with his senses. He didn’t know what he could do.
“Conner?” questioned Angel in a cautious manner. Conner quickly looked at Angel. Angel began to slowly walk towards him, “It’s okay Conner.”
Spike didn’t know where’d I’d gone, I’d left, “Where’d Emma go?”
“Not the problem,” stated Angel.
Conner looked around. Conner looked angry, not confused. I knew that he felt confused though. He was scared.
“Conner, everything is alright,” sighed Angel, “Things are different.”
Conner backed away towards the door. Angel went up towards him. Coming to close to someone in a state of confusion or anger was always one of Angel’s weak points. Conner went for the door quickly but Angel was already close enough to the door to block Conner.
Conner punched Angel in the head and threw him across the room. His anger flowed through him like severe liquid. My dad came towards Conner. Spike went to hit him in the face but Conner dodged the blow and kicked him out from under his feet. Spike fell down on his feet and flipped back up.
Aggressively Conner pushed Spike down. Spike slid across the floor. Angel came at him and went to kick him down. Conner blocked the move. Angel punched him in the face, Conner blocked the blow and punched him in the stomach.
In The rain. I slammed vampire in the head killed him. I jumped against a wall as a vamp came at me. I leapt over him back kicked him and took my sword stabbed him in the head then sliced it off.
I kicked down the last one then kicked him in the face. I just stabbed him in the chest twirled around and sliced his head off. I back up into the wall behind me.
A rage over came me. I don’t know why. It just came over me suddenly, I let out a scream of anger. A feeling that was cooped up inside of me out into the night. I eased down the stone wall sitting at the bottom of the wall. I breath heavy, my entire body trembling. My eyes yellow from the anger.
Conner had retreated into his old apartment. A land of depression behind everything there. Conner lay in his bed shirtless looking at the ceiling. He simply gazed around the room from his little spot.
He looked to his shirt sitting on the bed grabbed It and put It on slowly then sat up and looked down. Everything around him was quiet. He liked it. But only for moments did he experience this.
Conner could hear everything around him. Everything thing. Clocks down the street people. People galore. A Hell if you don’t control it right.
I was in some kind of my own misunderstood state. I felt nothing but pain. Not only Conner’s. But the pain of loss. I sat In my room the next day, weather was great outside clear. But I had a storm inside me.
I sat on my bed for an hour looking down on the ground. A feeling like I held my breath about me that whole time. I wasn’t. I was just there. Sitting there I looked normal, wore my blue jeans that day that I spent the longest time sitting there. Green tank top, boots. The most I moved that entire time was putting my hands on my knees.
Wesley was just like a bright flower. The Harvester hadn’t made a show in quite sometime. Wesley found hardly any information either. Like a usual good ole’ day at Angel Investigations. We all felt worthless.
We had no idea what to look for. Being information less was like a bloody holiday. Not only that people noticed what I felt. Angel and them spoke about it in his office.
“It’s been a week,” replied Angel, “No Harvester, no Conner, no information.”
“Emma’s acting suspicious,” scoffed Spike, “I don’t know what her damned deal is but I think it has something to do with Conner.”
“She’s depressed,” stated Wesley, “I take it that this could have something to do with their connection.”
“Something we can’t control, what hell is going on anyway Percy, you’ve locked up your room reading the blood texts, so what’s the bloody texts say?” questioned Spike in a state of outrage.
“Calm down Spike,” said Angel.
“We only have one lead,” said Wes, “The quote from your dream, Come, come, come and see, two of which devour thee. Taken from their ancient place, never to be in case. They don’t breath, they’re too fast they are something nothing to pass. Immortal they stand weak they fall. Fight and Fight with all your might they’ll never stay away.”
“You said they were all over the Codex,” said Angel.
“Well it speaks of the end, saving lives, killing,” said Wesley.
“The gist, why didn’t I hear about this, quote, prophecy, thingy, whatever?” asked Spike.
“Well we just didn’t tell you,” said Angel.
“Well guess what,” said Spike, “I’m one of the last blood freaks you’ve around here and it might be a brighter idea for you to just you know, acknowledge me, cause I could be of good help as well as the next person.”
“How, what do you have any idea what it means?” asked Angel.
“Well let me think,” started Spike, “Going to see something, two, two, eats something, you by the choice in ‘thee’-”
“See Spike, you can’t tell us what we don’t already know,” said Angel.
“Well,” sighed Spike, “I used to be a poet, I might be what the doctor ordered, maybe.”
“I highly doubt it,” said Spike.
Wesley had walked over to his books on Angel’s desk, “Wait.”
“What?” asked Spike.
I had gone down to the lobby. To shine up the weapons. I don’t know why that ever came upon my mind but seemed right enough. I was always one to feel tough wielding a sword. Death was a comfort at times.
The feel of a kill of bad vamp. Really, who doesn’t love that. Just other things that you don’t want to be reminded of might pop up into your head and make you hurt yourself. I didn’t hurt myself then.
“What is it?” asked Angel.
“Alright, I noticed something, the Codex mentioned, two, what if they mean Emma and Conner,” suggested Wesley.
“Why the hell would this mean them?” asked Spike.
Wesley sat down at Angel’s desk and started writing down what came to mind, “Come and see two. Emma can last time I check ingest blood. ‘Devour thee’. That means that-”
“They can drink blood, the fangs,” said Angel.
“Yes, vampire, now, Emma and Conner aren’t ancient,” said Wesley.
“What if,” said Spike, “Whatever is making them this way, that they were born this way is ancient.”
“Incased,” said Wesley, he looked at it, “They shouldn’t be put away.”
“Keep going,” said Angel folding his arms across his chest.
“The rest of it means that their invincible,” said Spike, “This is right in front of our faces.”
“Are you sure Spike, it said weak they fall,” clarified Wesley.
I was waving a sword around and around. The sword was quick. I was always good with a sword. Learned to use one when I was 6. I wanted to see it go around.
I dropped the sword. I just stood there for a moment, looking straight forward. I knelt down to pick up the sword the grabbed the blade and cut my hand.
I watched the blood drip down my hand. The red glistening in a magnificent manner to me. I just looked at it. My hand healed quickly, a gift and a curse.
I picked up the sword correctly. Everything around me, I just looked at my arms. I looked at every inch of my white skin. Skin I’d been told was perfect. Every part of it. Not a scar, mark. I made my eyes go they way they do when I’m of great anger, or if I like. I took my wrist brought it up to my mouth and bit into it. I took my hand away from her mouth slowly and watch the blood drip from my wound.
My eyes went back to normal. I watched the blood drip on the floor. I was oddly entertained by this. I don’t know why. I was fascinated.
“EMMA!!” yelled my dad he came towards me in an alert manner.
My Dad made me hold my wrist picked me up like a child and put me on the bar. The others came out as well.
“What’s going on?” questioned Angel.
“Emma hurt herself,” stated Spike.
“Why?” asked Wesley.
My father spoke directly to me, “Heal it, now,” he demanded, no short of the next time when his voice got louder, when I hadn‘t obeyed, “EMMA, NOW!” I had such the edge to test his patience, I was in fact doing so, “NOW!!” he demanded.
I healed it removing my hand from the wound and show him. He was by far on the edge. He was heart broken on the inside. I could smell that stuff. But I didn’t care what he felt.
Heart broken that his little girl had left his side. Heartbroken that his little girl was hurting herself, “Why’d the hell did you do that?!” he demanded grabbing my shoulders abruptly.
“Felt like a good idea,” I looked down.
“Really, that’s stupid a excuse,” he stated, I felt kind of angry looking up at him for speaking that way, he knew me of course all too well, “When was the last time you ate?” he asked, “Emma don’t starve yourself and hurt yourself just because you lost a boy, you don’t like him remember, you’re just feeling this way because you’re some kind beings.”
Quickly I looked up at him angrily. My blood was boiling. I slammed my fist upwards in his face making him fall to the ground. Blood came from his nose. I got up off the bar and walked aggressively up to my bedroom. Spike wiped the blood off his face.
I ran to my room. I slammed the door. I knew no one would hear me, “I’m not some kind of being!!” I sobbed. I went to the nightstand and kicked the side braking it like I’d done unfortunately a lot, “You don’t understand,” I said sitting down sobbing into my hands, “He was there for me.”
Tears fell down my face.
Conner was taking a shower at the time I‘d hurt myself. He was doing it depressingly. Well not like there a subject category for feelings in the shower. He hung his head down on the showerhead holding himself against the wall like he was going to do push ups on it.
You could see the steam rise from the water‘s heat. He finished and removed himself from the shower. He slid his pants on and zipped them up then he felt a pain in his arm. Where that bite had been upon me.
He felt it. He felt a sudden sadness. Inside him. I felt his, he felt mines. He felt my anger and was almost overwhelmed by it. He leaned over the side of the sink breathing heavy all of a sudden from such a hard rush.
Conner quickly looked to the door outside of the bathroom area. He heard something. He knew something was there. He smelled the air for what it was. A smell of dust and cologne filled his nostrils. The simple dusty smell vampire. Cologne, the vamp like his cologne then.
Vamps were scavenging around the place. In the lower floors. In halls.
Conner shirtless still, jumped down the ladder from outside the door of his room, unheard. Conner went towards them. He pulled a stake out of his boot.
He quickly went up behind one and staked him form behind. The group noticed. One came at him. Conner ducked a blow. He grabbed that one and through him aside.
Quickly Conner spun around and kicked the vampire that came at him from behind in the head and the vampire dusted. Conner backed up being amazed with his own power. Conner ducked as one through a punch at him from the right. Conner slammed his fist into the vampire’s chest dusting him.
Conner ducked a blow then grabbed the punch thrower’s arm and flung him into a pile of some crates smashing him into them. He got staked automatically.
Conner could dodge the blows so quickly. He jumped up and kicked one across the face killing him. Conner landed having finished all but one and being bored by them for the moment. Conner quickly looked to the last one.
“Hey, Hey, no beef Conner. We’re good. I’ll go cold turkey, no more human,” pleaded the ’poor’ vampire, he put his hands in the air, “Honestly, I just let you be.”
“Who, what, how do you know me?” asked Conner grabbing the vampire by the throat and lifting him in the air with such ease.
“How don’t I know you, you and your girlfriend,” he choked, “I guess you’re girlfriend, I don’t know, sister, friend, cousin, hey this is L.A. we don’t judge. We you guys keep coming around and killing my friends, big vamp slaughter. How’s your day been?”
Conner’s voice became aggressive, “None of your business.”
“So can I leave?”
“What girlfriend?” asked Conner.
“16yr. Old maybe, Maybe an inch or two shorter then you,” described the vampire, “Slayer vamp child. Mean personality, strike you any hints. Long light brown hair, no tan on that skin, hey I like my girls dark but different strokes for different folks. Nice lips, uh,” he pointed to his own eyes, “Big blues. Hey, I don’t know what’s hitting you but I’ll just be heading out, I’ll tell my other buddies to stay away from here. Good,” poor vampire Conner closed his hand quickly and the vamp turned to dust, the dust settle on the ground where his dangling feet had been at one time lifted from.
Conner kept looking forward.
My Dad was once again roaming the primacies of Angel Inc. He found Angel in his bedroom drawing. Spike walked in his arms folded across his chest.
“What are you doing?” asked Spike.
“Drawing,” replied Angel.
“Still, after this many years?” asked Spike.
“Photographic memory.”
“Oh, okay. Have you seen Emma?” asked Spike, “I have to talk to her.”
“She’s not in her room?”
“Wouldn’t know, she’s got that locked,” stated Spike.
“We could kick down the door,” suggested Angel.
“Yeah, real great, we weren’t ever invited in,” said Spike.
“I want her to feel better,” stated Spike, “I want my girl back.”
“Same here, Sad people do things they can one day regret,” said Angel looking up from his drawing, “Conner had no idea what he can do, you think about it.”
“You all seem to be getting along with Gunn’s you know.”
“This isn’t the time to regret, to show sadness. To much on our hands,” said Angel.
“What do you think we should do?” asked Spike, “Plus, not like we’re doing anything right now.”
We’ll do what we need to Spike, once we know what we should be going at,” said Spike.
“We’re not even looking for your son.”
“I think he won’t hurt anybody.”
“Oh, Really?” answered Spike sarcastically.
“Shut up Spike, we’ll find my son, I don’t think it’s the right time.”
“When’s that, when there’s blood on his hands, or at least more, enough for you to open up you’re eyes,” said Spike.
Conner was walking the streets. His own loner. Watching everything around him. Keeping to himself. Conner was alone to himself.
He felt alone. There was no feeling for him now. He had that feeling of death. He knew nothing of what was around him. He had seen the newspapers and news a little. Knew the year.
But nothing else. Conner walked the street. Just walked. All of a sudden, Conner heard someone scream. He did what he instinctively would do and went to the cause of the scream.
There was a house being mugged something like that. An apartment though. High floor. Conner did what he had to do, felt like he must. He went into the house looking for the culprit. The whole family inside the house was screaming. He found the culprit.
Humans. He went towards one and slammed his fist through the man’s chest killing him. Another started to shoot at Conner. It was night. The flash lights of the hoodlums were flashing around the room.
One came at Conner and he ducked the man who would of landed on him. Conner grabbed the man by the feet and tossed him out the front window of the house and slammed the back of his hand across the one that had come up from behind him.
Guns were going off around him from the robbers. Then the police started coming the house. Flashing lights all around.
“Halt, put your hands in your hands in the air!” demanded the police.
Conner looked at them quickly. I was behind the two police blocking the door. I kicked my legs up and slammed them into the guard’s heads. They went down as I fulfilled my flip backwards and landed on my feet with ease in a crouched position.
I stood up quickly and punched one in the head knocking him down to the ground quickly. Ducked the bullets of a gun and went down kicked one fellow off his feet.
Quickly I flipped over Conner kicked one guy down killing him. Ducked blow, I grabbed the guy’s fist. She held onto his fist. I threw my foot into his chest.
I flipped him over her onto another. Conner was shaking he tried to get up. He’d been hurt and it hurts more when the both of you feel it. I punched one in the stomach throwing her fist through the front window onto one of the police cars.
The Family was still there, screaming. On the floor praying for their lives. I jumped up and kicked one in the head killing him. I landed and turned to Conner. I grabbed his arm, “Come on!”
Conner grabbed my hand. I helped him up quickly. We ran towards the window. I lead him out the window to fall the stories that it consisted. And of course that was pretty far up considering this family was practically living in a large hotel.
BAM. Conner hit the ground on top of me. Conner rolled off as fast as he could. We helped each other like it was natural.
We helped each other get back to the apartment. I felt no guilt for having kept Conner safe but I did feel sadness. Even though the physical pain out weighed it at the moment. We’d been bloodied up pretty badly. Conner not as much but he was still weak.
Conner got me towards the bed, I was holding my stomach blood dripping out of my mouth. I had been stabbed by a thick piece of glass. I could feel it inside of me.
I hadn’t eaten and was weak from my week alone and couldn’t heal properly. But Conner automatically helped. Got a wash cloth. I grabbed his arm. He started healing in front of me. We looked each other in the eyes for a long moment.
I started coughing blood coming up and he did it too. Blood coming form his mouth. He wiped his mouth.
“I don’t know what to do,” said Conner having removed my hand from the wound. He was in a major state of confusion, I was surprised that he wasn’t in a catatonic state so much coming to him.
“Take it out,” I gasped.
“What?” asked Conner.
“Just take it out,” I said wincing with pain, I knew I’d be fine, I just needed that piece out and were in far too much pain to do it on my own. Yes I sound silly but it’s true.
Conner swallowed nervously. Conner put his hand on that piece of glass took grip and started pulling it out. Slowly. He was nervous of hurting me. He didn’t know me but that’s how he was.
Emma let out a yell as Conner pulled it out. He pulled the long piece out and threw it on the ground. He watched me for a long moment, “There’s a lot of blood,” he said.
Conner got the wash cloth came back it was wet he pulled her shirt up a little and wiped my wound. I took his hand off me. I rolled over blood dripping from my mouth.
I couldn’t help it but had to make my eyes go yellow. My vampire state. I took in a deep breath her fangs showing. I gasped the blood started dripping back into my wounds.
The blood on the bed just on my shirt staying there. My wounds started healing. I turned around onto my back again looking up at him. Nothing but dried blood upon my clothes and the bed. I was amazed by what I was.
Conner feared me, “What are you?”
My state turned back to normal, I looked up at him, “Sorry, I’m-” I was going to say it even though I didn’t want to but he interrupted me with one of his many questions.
“Why did you save me,” asked Conner.
“Because,” I replied sitting up, “They wouldn’t of known what to do with you. They would of become scared or something.”
They looked at each other.
Conner let me take a shower in his place. We didn’t speak, I asked, he shook his head yes. But by the time I got out he was gone. I didn’t know where he’d went. Everything was quiet I couldn’t hear anything of him.
I stood there in my jeans and a towel around my top because I didn’t have any clean clothes to wear, beside the jeans. And my bra, that I could get the blood out of. I took the towel off and went over to his shelf where I found one of his shirts and put it on.
A button up shirt I started buttoning it up. I looked around, I didn’t know where he’d gone. Then I heard him walk in and turned around quickly towards him. Conner had food with him. He walked over towards me then sat down on the bed.
“Name’s Emma,” I said, “I bet you wondered who I was.”
“It didn’t matter that much,” said Conner turning the T.V. on, “To me.”
“It’s alright that I borrow this right?” I asked him.
“Yeah,” he said shaking his head.
“Interesting,” I said.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
He opened up the bag of Durritos, “Sit down, eat,” he watched me sit down.
“What are these?” I asked.
“Chips,” said Conner, “You don’t know what they are.”
I had to say it, I had to get some form of a conversation going because I wanted to know more. I said it, “Well they certainly don’t have these where I come from.”
“Where?” asked Conner.
“Quortoth,” I stated, “The food here is a lot better.”
“Quortoth?”
“Yes,” I said, “You were raised there.”
“Unfortunately,” scoffed Conner looking at the news reporter on the T.V.
“It’s still a hell dimension,” I said watching the T.V., “There’s good now there, well, the last time I check.”
“Good for them,” said Conner listening to the woman.
“And the CIA has released that there is as of now no clear evidence of what has destroyed this building-”
“That Wolfram & Hart,” replied Emma, “We were there when it got it’s last bit, well, blown.”
“What happened?” asked Conner.
“There’s a demon, The Harvester, ancient demon,” I said taking a chip out of the bag, I bit it when I was done.
Squares of the areas that Wolfram & Hart used to be. All there firms’ branches gone.
“The Harvester, why was I there?” asked Conner looking at the screen.
“Because Wesley wanted to acquire ancient Codex, and we ran into the demon, That Harvester, still around now as far as we know. Hasn’t done anything in a week.”
“You actually know me?” asked Conner.
“Yes, we worked with Angel, well actually I just kind of tagged along, you had a happy life,” I said as Conner looked at me, “Angel had given you a fake life.”
“Through magic, always playing with stuff that he shouldn’t be, lies too,” scoffed Conner turning back to the T.V.
“Well, no Wolfram & Hart, no spell, and you reverted back to yourself,” I stated, “You want to know more?”
“Am I 20?”
“Yes, just turned, well, I figure. We worked with Angle trying to save the world, poor Fred gone,” I put my bare feet on the bed sitting crisscrossed, I put my hand in the chip bag, “Got taken over by another ancient demon like The Harvester, Then I tried to save her, but she died. The Harvester killed Gunn, so it’s just, Angel, Wesley, My dad, and I, and it was you.”
“What are you exactly?” asked Conner.
“I don’t know what I am,” I sighed taking a bite of my chip and looking down, “I know that I’m the offspring of a vampire and a vampire slayer. So I’m a freak because the two species’ blood isn’t supposed to mix,” I stated.
“I think the healing is kind of cool,” said Conner.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“What happened to Cordy?”
“Cordelia, she’s dead, died in that coma when Angel was working for Wolfram & Hart.”
“He’s evil?” asked Conner.
“No, don’t get me that way, he’s the stupid brooding vampire he’s always been, he was turning that place towards good too, till he back stabbed them and tried to save the world,” I said, “The world needs a lot of saving doesn’t?” I smiled.
“I guess,” he said, he took a drink of water from a water bottle that he’d brought, “Why were in Quortoth?”
“I was born in England then I was taken there by an ex-watcher named Timothy Reese.”
“Watcher?”
“A person that trains slayers,” I clarified, “He promised my mum that he’d take care of me. I got out of there beat the crap out of you lot, never seen nothing bloody like me,” I smiled, “I’m not evil though.” Conner just watched my eyes, he kept watching them, “I did try to kill you though, we didn’t like each other at first.”
“Why?” asked Conner.
“You thought I was evil, you saw differently a couple of weeks ago, then you wouldn’t leave me alone, followed me, then I followed you, so things worked out pretty well,” I stated, I became kind of sad all of a sudden, “I wish you could remember that.”
“You tried to kill me?” asked Conner.
“Don’t worry, you were trying to kill me too,” I laughed out, “You weren’t evil though,” I watched his facial expression, “Don’t think that you were evil, no, you thought I was and we attacked each other because, you read me like a book thinking I was evil and I thought you were a sissy, turns out your not.” I stared at his face, “Am I putting my foot in my mouth?” I asked him as he’d looked down.
He shook his head, “No.”
“I recently found out what that meant,” I smiled, “I found out a lot of things too late, because the whole, raised in a hell dimension. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sad all the time, but just some things are kind of funny, like the chips, I didn’t know what that was. Or popcorn, you told me what that was, you told me how they made it. And the car,” Conner looked at me listening, “I can ride in Gunn’s truck but I can’t ride in a car or I get sick and start throwing up, car sickness,” I said. This Entire conversation coming out of my mouth was candid.
“You don’t lie,” said Conner.
I cocked my head to the side, “No, I don’t have a reason to lie.”
“I take it you wouldn’t lie to me,” said Conner.
“I have no reason,” I stated, I changed the mood suddenly to that candidness, “Ooh, I can smell lies, tell me you’re a woman.”
Conner smiled.
Wesley laid in his bed of his room. He looked up at the ceiling the room was quiet. Everything was quiet. Suddenly the books on the desk fell on the ground. Wesley sat up.
Nobody there. Wesley stood up and closed his window. He went to pick up the books.
“Hi Wesley,” said a familiar voice.
Lilah stood there before him dressed in the leather from The Harvester. She didn’t look all that different just a bit gaunt.
“Lilah?” questioned Wesley standing up slowly.
Lilah caressed his cheek. She’d made it over to him before he knew it, “How many years was it Wes?”
“Hardly any, what,” he was confused, “What’s going on with you?”
“I’m different Wesley, can’t you see that, I’m in my greatest form, don’t you understand,” she held his cheek with her cold white hands.
“Are you dead?”
“Hardly, I’m more awake then I’ve ever been,” she was automatically behind him rubbing his shoulders.
“What did this to you?” he asked turning away from Lilah.
“Harvesuieous,” said Lilah, “He’s made me everything,” she said pushing her hands up his chest.
“Get off of me,” stated Wesley.
Lilah pushed him against the wall faster then he could think, “Come on Wesley,” she smiled, “He wants you at his side, come.”
“No,” said Wesley, Lilah started kissing his neck she dug her fingers into his chest, she kissed his throat, “I love Fred, she’s gone.”
Wesley pushed her off him, she backed away, “Wesley, I know, come be at The Harvester’s side, he wants you.”
“No, I wont,” stated Wesley.
“So blind,” she started, “So blind.”
“Is this what Gunn is now?” questioned Wesley.
Lilah just looked at him, she turned, “What do you think?”
“God no,” said Wesley.
“He’s what he’s always wanted to be,” said Lilah.
Wesley was pushed onto his bed by nothing and the door was slammed shut, Lilah was gone. She’d left. Wesley sat up quickly.
Wesley went down stairs into Angel’s office. “Gunn isn’t dead,” he said.
“What?” asked Angel putting his book down.
“Gunn is a follower now, of The Harvester, he’s acquiring humans and changing them, he wants me at his side to be at the end.”
“How do you know this?” asked Angel, “You were mentioned the Prophecy?”
“No, Lilah is also a follower, told me herself, told me to join them, this bad Angel,” said Wesley.
Angel stood up, “You’re right, there’s hundreds, billions of people out there that this demon could come into contact with and billions of them would want this chance.”
“Even if they didn’t want it, he’d be strong enough to force them,” said Wesley.
“We need to figure out more,” said Angel, “Who.”
Night; Conner didn’t seem to care what I was if he wasn’t talking to me we were sitting next to each other watching the T.V. and I could sense that he wasn’t feeling anything. He wasn’t feeling sad. He felt nothing.
I looked at him, I watched him, he turned to me, I spoke, “Why do you feel nothing?”
“I don’t,” said Conner.
I bent my head to the side, “You don’t feel really, I sense your feelings, you were sad now you don’t feel anything.” He looked down, “Why don’t you talk,” I questioned, “Nothing to say?” I kept speaking, “I know what in your head, I feel you. I’ve felt dead, you try to run. Running is hard.”
I tried to comfort him. The urge for him to be the way he was, was so great inside me. I wanted him to be the way he was, to hold me. The way he was before, he knew about me. The Conner before me would judge me as soon as I told him ‘everything’.
Conner just looked at me for a long moment. I looked at him waiting for a reply. Slowly Conner put his hand behind my ear in my hair and pulled me towards him closing his eyes. I did the same closing my eyes I did.
He kissed me. I don’t know why, I knew that he didn’t trust me yet. He just kind of did it. I put my hand on his chest grabbing his shirt, let him kiss me. I kissed back in the same manner. Then he pulled away from me and looked back at the T.V. “I do feel, that’s all I feel.”
I sat against the bed looking at the T.V. Him being next to me was agonizing at that moment. I turned to him again.
“You talk too much,” said Conner turning back towards me.
“Thanks,” I said, I didn’t sound like I was taking it for a compliment, sarcastic I was, “Bloody thanks.”
And it hit again. That feeling. A rise of the moment. Conner started kissing me again. I allowed it. I wanted it. I kissed him back. I put my hands through his hair and he put his hands down my waist .
He pulled me against him. I was sitting in his lap. Even though my touching abilities never affected him. Something happened.
One of my many curses, when my motions are going I can do things that I don’t want to do. And so could Conner.
He saw: [Not narrated by Emma,]
[Emma.]
Night came, nobody had found Emma. She wasn’t truly spotted till She walked on into a gas station. Emma is walking down an isle looking around. She gazed the shelves.
A police man came up to her his gun out at her, “HALT DON’T MOVE!!”
Quickly she turned around but it was to late, the cop had pulled the trigger. Emma was shot in the head and she slammed down onto the floor blood pouring out of the back of her head . There was two clerks behind him. The cop talked into his loci talkie. He stared at Emma.
The cop pulled out his radio to call in for help, he turned from Emma, “I need to get some people down here, there’s bodies.”
Slowly the blood started going back into Emma’s head, her body seemed, acted lifeless. She was laid out on the floor. Blood seeped in, the cop thought he‘d killed her, then, her eyes opened up quickly.
“Yes, and there’s 8 dead,” said the cop into his radio.
A woman had come down the isle, a clerk, she saw what had happened, “Oh my god,” she put her hands over her mouth seeing the cop. The Cop’s eyes opened up wide and when a blade went through his chest from behind, Emma pulled the blade out and he quickly collapsed down. The woman screamed seeing her.
[Emma]
QUICKLY She looked at Marie (nearest on her right) and punched her in the head with her left hand, Marie’s head flies into a fatal position and she hit’s the ground, dead. Yin (next closest) goes down and under kicks Emma off her balance but it didn‘t work and Emma jumped up and kicked her to the ground and flipped over her landing behind Molly and ducking a punch from her. Emma punched her in the gut and pushed her to the ground. Molly slid across the floor.
Angel took a swipe at Emma and she kicked him in the gut and into Anna they hit the ground. Then Emma threw Beth into a wall as she came at her. Emma ran over to the window grabbed the drapes and swung out. Spike who was helping Andrew load his Trank guns dropped them and ran over to the window, Angel behind.
[Emma]
“Get the Tranquilizers!!” demanded Conner.
“OFF!!” yelled Emma.
Emma struggled and punched Conner he flew off of her hitting the ground on his back and she flipped up then grabbed him by the shirt. Emma tracked one of her blades she was going to cut his head off .
He kicked her in the stomach and she went down onto her back the blade going back into her sleeve. Spike ran over and helped hold her down. Conner grabbed her and got back on top of her.
Conner struggled to hold her down, Spike did the same, “SHE’S REALLY STRONG!!”
“I got the tranquilizer,” said Angel coming over to them.
“GET OFF!!” demanded Emma.
Angel got a syringe and stuck it in her arm and injected. She started to calm down but hardly, she was still strong and trying to throw Conner off, Angel got another and stuck her again, then another. She slowed down.
“Get off,” she said weakly heaving for air, trying to stay awake.
Then she stopped struggling and slowly went to sleep/passed out.
[Mother]
“You feel like you’d be loved,” said Conner, “Just some rest and you try to kill yourself and big group of people to make it better.”
They stayed quiet for a long moment. Emma leaned against the foot board looking up at the ceiling. The room was very quiet. Emma looked at Conner. Conner put his right hand on her face holding it and kissed her. In a mild romantic way.
For a long moment Emma didn’t stop him. Then she pulled away disgusted and punched him in the face knocking him off her. She got up.
[Kinda make You Crazy]
Conner was fighting her. He punched he in the face and she punched him back. He flew himself on top of her and he punched her. She threw him off.
He grabbed her and threw her into one of the walls and walked over to her. She started getting up and he kicked her across the face she spit blood. He forced her against the wall.
“GET OFF ME!!!” she demanded.
She threw him off. He grabbed her and slammed her against the wall, “ Look me in the eyes!”
“NO, I NEED HER GONE!!” roared Emma struggling.
“NO,” he punched her, and she bit him in the neck and he threw her against the wall by her hair, he grabbed her chin, he injected her with that tranquilizer, she still fought on.
“Get off!!” demanded Emma.
Conner knocked me off suddenly. I looked up at him.
“What are you?!” he demanded, “What are you!!??”
I just looked up at him, his voice had scared me, “I don’t know. Part vampire, What?”
“A murderer,” growled Conner, “Demon, filthy demon, you tricked me?!!”
“I didn’t,” I said watching him stand up, I started getting up.
“You did, you tried to kill you mom, you killed good people,” he growled.
“I didn’t want to, no, you don’t understand,” I said.
“Demon,” said Conner, “You lied.”
“You’re like me,” I said.
This angered him and he slammed me against the wall, his eyes were yellow his teeth fangs barring at me, “I’m not like you!!!”
“Think again” I trembled making my eyes go yellow and fangs to come out just to show him, “You’re face, like mine, as it is now.”
“I’m not like you,” he sneered.
“Look at yourself,” I said.
He held me there by the shoulders against the wall, he looked at himself in the reflection of a piece of glass in the window next to us, he saw it, “Fix it!”
“I can’t,” I trembled, my eyes filled with tears, my face reverted, “If I could, I would of done it a long time ago.”
“You made me like you, a demon, a killer!” he roared at me.
“No, we aren’t evil, I’m not evil,” I said.
“You lied and you trick just like the others, death is the only way to defeat it,” growled Conner.
“We can’t die Conner, I would of made myself die, I would have,” I cried, “If I could of made it stop.”
“More lies.”
“I didn’t lie,” I stated.
“More lies,” he spat at me he punched me in the face and I hit the ground, I stood up, “Get out of my sight, I don’t want to be near you, I want this end, NOW!!”
He turned from me, I looked at his back for a moment, “Life isn’t built with lies Conner,” tears went down my cheeks, “I never wanted to kill, I’ve said this so much. I know that, I’m not evil.”
“Life isn’t built with lies,” quoted Conner.
“I never lied to you,” Conner turned towards me quickly, “I just didn’t tell you everything, I knew you’d do this,” I stated. “I never lied, you lied, you said you’d protect me, you said you’d make me happy, you said you were my friend!!” I put my hands on my head turning away from him, I pulled them away stressed, “ I need to rest, I don’t want to be lied to, I don’t want this anymore, I want end, I want that rest,” I paced to a stand, “WHY CAN’T I HAVE THAT?!!!” I aggressively kicked the stand making it fly through the air hitting the wall and braking into shards.
I stood there crying, breathing hard, standing there, “Reese lied, said I needed to kill to be better, I didn’t want it, I wanted him gone, I tried death, I tried,” I sighed, “I thought I was starting to love you.” Conner watched me he made no move, no sound, his face was normal again, I kept looking forward, “More lies. Death doesn’t help, death can’t end it when you’re me, just makes everything come back to bite, And you wont protect me, you wont do any of that, because I’m evil. And you know it. I can’t be loved, have love. Things just go back the way they were,” I looked at him, “You don’t care.”
I went to walk past him. He stepped back in front of me and I looked at him. I had stopped crying just the wetness laid on my face. This has a great tendency to happen when I get sad. That leads other emotions to choose what I do next.
I kissed Conner. I caressed his face with my right hand. He slipped his hands around my waist and eased his left one up my back. I held on to his face as he kissed me and started ripping the buttons off my shirt.
I tossed him onto turned him around and tossed him on the bed. I mounted him and pushed him down. I pulled his shirt off and slowly kissed his chest up to his mouth where we both met. He held my head as I pushed my hands down to his belt.
Once I’d pulled his belt opened he turned me over and started kissing my throat. I started laughing. He started laughing. Conner leaned in and kissed me deeply.
*Well we can kind of guess what happened next.*
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