Chp; 2, NOT GONE
CONNER HAD SHUT DOWN. Happiness was torn from him, he didn’t believe it would return till he could see her. Touch her cold arms and warm them. He knew that, she was in somewhere cold. Emma’s heart was so quiet. The thoughts of her face in front of his, her eyes, her lips, her features in general. He wanted her back to him, to hold her.
To touch her flesh. He remember her feeling cold, room temperature. Conner was capable of warming though. When he kissed her and her body heat would rise instantly, gave him a rush. He knew she felt the same, feeling what she felt.
Thanks his new abilities he’d gotten from Emma, well not knew, everything felt twice as much more then the usual feelings, depending on what one felt. They were sad, it was a major depression, like living under heavy rock letting it crush his insides but still struggling when he wasn’t doing anything. Sex, different then anything. :-P
She’d been raped by Angelus, he didn’t notice at that moment, didn’t feel every prick of torture, that’s what that stuff did that Angelus shot her up with. Emma may not want him sexually again, may not trust him that way, ever. Conner respected that. He hurt thinking about it, Angel always takes what’s mines. Conner didn’t only want her sexually, he wanted her for more. He loved her and that’s what love was to him.
Just to hold her would make him feel fine, to talk to her, hear her talking to him with her sweet voice. [sweet to him. She might seem kind of mean to other people. :-P] To know she was alright would make him happy. She wasn’t alright now.
Conner knew how deal with pain, violence. Really is that the way to go. He took to fighting vampires at night. He was fighting all the time it seemed. No rest, well, he did sometimes sleep, a lot. But it was like he wasn’t a live anymore.
Conner was in a dark alley fighting a gang of vampires that were trying to steal a car but weren’t very good at it. He grabbed one by the hair with his right hand and slammed the vampire’s head into a brick wall. The wall smashed at so did the head, dust it became. He elbowed the vampire coming back at him as he pulled away so quickly. The dust in the air again.
He spun around and kicked a vamp into the same condition on his right. One jumped at him and he rolled out of the way leaping up on the wall and using it to cause more force to the blow. He kicked the vamp’s head off. Dust. They were dead. Like every battle, he won.
Killed his father, he won. Fight all vampires, he won. Not all of the vampires he’d fought, of course. He stood there not knowing what to do. The search for Emma, hadn’t won that. He wasn’t going to give up hope that he was just going to loose that either. He would find her, or figure out something. Conner didn’t know what to do then either. Rather not look at those thoughts.
Conner looked down at the ground his hair falling forward. Suddenly Conner started punching the brick walls. The punched the angrily. Brick dust and crashing. His knuckles bled. His eyes went yellow and he kept punching the bricks, smashing them. He pulled back and fell down against the wall behind him his eyes going back to normal. He breathed hard looking at the ground.
“Why?” he asked, he looked up, “WHY CAN’T I?” he took in a deep breath, “WHY CAN’T I HAVE HER!!!??”
His eyes went yellow again as he looked back down breathing hard. His fangs revealed he closed his eyes. The blood soaked back into his knuckles and his skin healed.
GUNN WAS in the hospital. The doctor had said that he was in a coma and they didn’t know why he wasn’t waking up. Dawn and Wesley watched him for that first hr. didn’t say anything.
“Do you think it’s magical?” asked Dawn.
“Why else wouldn’t he wake?” questioned Wesley.
“Maybe he’s ashamed of us,” said Dawn, “Maybe somehow he knows that, Angel’s gone.”
“I don’t think this is shame Dawn,” said Wesley.
Clearly it was only Wesley, Dawn, Conner, and a comatose Gunn left in the gang. Buffy, Faith, and Willow had to leave. Had to, it was a thing with a cult in Africa.
“Maybe, I mean, people go shock, maybe things where fine then-”
“It’s not that, Lilah is in the same position,” said Wesley.
“Maybe she’s a copy cat,” replied Dawn, Wesley just looked at her, “It can happen.”
“So Dawn,” stated Wesley, “If we were to go into Lilah’s room and tell her to get up and stop copying Gunn because we know your plan, would she?”
“No,” said Dawn looking down.
“And I don’t think it’d be because she’s stubborn.”
“Wes, it was just an idea,” said Dawn, “I know, it’s like one of those ideas that just doesn’t sound right, but I’m trying.”
“Thank You,” said Wesley, “But we don’t need that kind of idea.”
“You’re like Conner that way you know,” said Dawn, Wesley didn’t answer, “He’s not very nice.”
“He’s sad, Dawn, you haven’t lost a loved one like-”
“I’ve experienced loss to, but I moved on,” said Dawn.
“Moving on is a difficult,” stated Wesley.
“I tried to raise Mom from the dead,” stated Dawn, “I was reminded of Buffy, by that stupid piece of metal we used to make sure that the land of Sunnydale would be safe from the demons.”
“I’ve experienced such, but, this is different,” stated Wesley.
“Not really,” replied Dawn.
“It just is,” said Wesley.
Dawn looked down, “I think I should go back to the hotel.”
“Then do so,” he sighed, “Just stay safe.”
“I think I can manage that,” replied Dawn going to the door.
“See you,” said Wesley.
Dawn had left the room.
WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO ATTACK a young woman such as Dawn. Dawn being, mildly eye catching. A young woman in tight black jeans and her high heeled boots that her sister had practically trained her to run in without killing herself. To go with that a nice red shirt that hugged her top curves. This outfit wasn’t a big deal, but she was no ‘Little Girl.’
Dawn loved her jacket, a nice blue jean one. Well, poor jacket. A mugger grabbed her and ripped it the process. He pulled a gun out on her, “Give me everything you’ve got.”
“Why did I bring my purse?” she questioned herself gripping the strap that lay on her shoulder. Yes, a nice bag too, a name brand one.
“Hand it over, or me and my buddies,” others were there to meet her too, “Will have to rape you, then take your money, kill you.”
“Really,” said Dawn, they didn’t know over the time she was in Italy, up and till now, her traveling time wasn’t all work and no play from school. No, she learned to defend herself.
But of course, things weren’t going to go that way. “What if I started screaming?” asked Dawn.
“I’d blow your brains in, likidy, Splat,” stated the man, instead of split.
Dawn didn’t have time to start screaming, she just looked at them. Her heart throbbing. She knew she couldn’t dodge a bullet. But kick the gun out of the fellow’s hand. Quickly she threw her leg up and kicked the gun out of the man’s hand when she turned to run but Conner jumped down in front of her. Looked her in the eyes in a creepy manner, that expressionless face on.
He quickly passed her as the man raised the gun and Conner grabbed the mugger’s left arm. Broke his hand then punched him in the face [Conner‘s left fist.]. The man went down. Another pulled out a knife, Conner ducked the blade grabbed the man’s arm so quick, the arm just had to do with that knife what he made it. The blade jabbed the man in the throat and slid across the skin.
Too deep. Or maybe just deep enough. The rusty dull blade went through the neck, the bone, cart ledge like butter. The head fell off, hanging on by hardly anything. [Conner had done that quicker then I’d explained it. Way quicker.]
The man went down. The muggers started backing off. “No,” said Conner going to them. One picked up a gun and started firing it into Conner’s chest. Conner grabbed the gun and threw it down, he cracked his neck and the bullets fell out him healing.
“What the hell are you?” questioned one. Then the one next to him went to punch Conner. Conner slammed his fist into the man’s stomach and pulled away quickly ducking the blow from the other one and grabbing him by the head.
Conner brought the mugger to him and quickly snapped his head off dropping it. Conner went to Dawn, his face expressionless, “Are you alright?”
“You,” Dawn had never seen such, from him, “You just killed a group of people.”
“Answer,” stated Conner.
“Those are people, humans,” said Dawn a bit surprised by the situation. Maybe more then a bit.
“You don’t smell hurt,” said Conner, Dawn looked at his arm as the blood soaked into the skin from that man‘s gut. He walked past her and down the sidewalk.
“I didn’t scream,” she said grabbing his shoulder trying to stop him.
He looked at her, “I smelled your fear.”
“Okay, so I was afraid, do you have any care what you just did?” she asked.
“No, that’s not what I care about,” said Conner walking from her.
“I think you need to change your priorities,” said Dawn.
Conner grabbed her neck in such away, so quickly that the breath was blown out of her, “I know my priorities, I don’t need you to tell me them.” Dawn just looked at him, she didn’t completely grasp that thing he just did it being so fast. He let go of her neck.
He went back to his walking. Dawn followed him, “Emma’s dead.”
Conner stopped again looking forward, he looked down, “No, she’s not,” said Conner.
“You have to believe it,” said Dawn, “I love Emma, she’s my niece, I didn’t really know her, but, she just, can’t be alive now.”
“No, she is a live,” said Conner.
“Conner-”
“I feel her all the time, I hear her heartbeat, I tell people this and some are as stupid as you and don’t quite grasp that,” replied Conner.
“You hear her, where is she?”
“If I know you think I’d be doing this now?” questioned Conner turning towards her, his eyes were tearing, “Do you?”
“I guess not.”
“You guess,” snapped Conner, he took a breath, “You can never know what I lost. I will find her.”
“You sure it’s not just your mind playing with you?” asked Dawn.
“My mind doesn’t play with me anymore, life does,” he stated walking from her.
Dawn didn’t want to follow him. He walked out of her sight.
THE BATHROOM door was closed quickly as Conner went into it. He knelt down next to the toilet coughing. He had to vomit. His feelings causing nausea with in him. He started vomiting into the toilet. He didn’t bring his head up for a few moments. He brought his head up taking a breath. Tears going down his face.
Conner sat against the sink cabinets behind him breathing. Breathing and aching to find her. He looked at the bright lights of the room. Looked at the closed door. He swallowed. He let the air fill his nostrils. Fill his lungs.
He let the tears go down his face. Conner didn’t feel like he should be crying but that’s the only thing he felt he should do at that moment. He slowly got back on his feet and left the room.
EMMA’S ROOM; so quiet. Conner had walked in. He looked around. Everything the way he’d left it the last time he was in there. Conner smelled her in there. Her everywhere. He missed the smell. Emma’s smell.
Emma smelled sweeter then a human. Her smell everywhere. He missed it and longed for the smell to be more then just some smell. [Always.] “Where are you?” he questioned, “Where?” Conner wiped his wet cheeks. This place really didn’t show Emma in it. Nothing there was anything to do with her personality.
Conner looked around the room and maybe something would give him an idea. He didn’t know what to do, as usual as of a lately. It just made him even more sad to see all of Emma’s things that were still left out. The bed was still unmade.
He went to the bed and sat down on it. He picked up her pillow and let her scent fill his nostrils. He laid down holding the pillow. He rubbed his face. Slowly he knew this room wouldn’t stay the way it was.
Didn’t know where she was. He had to go back. Go back to the shrine.
THE TEMPLE, was dusty, untouched by anything. He smelled Emma, smelled her. So strong. Conner went down to the torture chamber. Her blood was still on the items Angelus had used. He looked at the sand on the floor. Her foot prints where still there, Angelus’ too. The Harvester’s. He saw there was struggle.
He saw her blood on the wall of stone. It’d been smeared like she’d been moved vigorously while wounded. Tears went down his face, he felt her heart beat throb in his head with his own.
Conner then went up the stairs back to the main area. He smelled the air. He went to ice chamber, “I smell you so close, like you’re there,” tears filled his eyes. He went to the wall that usually opened at The Harvester’s command.
“I smell you here,” he said putting his hands on the wall, the ice stung his skin at first.
He put his head on the wall his ear to it. He closed his eyes wanting her. Listening. He stepped closer to it but just bumped his foot. Conner pulled away. There was something in there, like a room, a hollowness about it sound when he had hit it. That tapping, there was an echo on the other side.
Conner’s hope rose quickly. Conner started punched the wall. His eyes turned yellow as the ice chipped off with every blow and He kept punching. Kept going. His hands bled. He punched through to the other side and pulled his arm out. He looked into the hole, he saw the coffin. Conner ran out.
Conner grabbed the large stone throne and with all his might through it at the wall. The ice wall broke into pieces as did the throne. Conner ran in and went to the coffin. He saw Emma’s figure in the ice.
LILAH LAY in a coma. In her bed. Normal looking again. But then the little heart monitor all of a sudden, the line of green life went straight and there was a beeping.
WESLEY was still with Gunn. Gunn’s green line then went straight. The beeping started. Wesley was alert, “Gunn. Gunn!!” he demanded, “Don’t die!!”
Wesley went to him and started trying to shake him awake. “WAKE UP GUNN!! DON’T DIE!”
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