“Japan?” Spike scoffed.
“That’s what I said. Now let me go. I mean, swing me over the roof and let me go. I don’t mean drop me on the street let me go. It wouldn’t kill me, but it’d hurt like . . .”
“Shut up Svetty,” Spike said, holding the demon with one hand and lighting a cigarette with the other. “Why would he go to Japan?”
“Why not?”
Spike tossed Svetty onto the roof. “If I don’t find anything in Japan but a kimono and sushi, you’re-”
“I can’t guarantee you’ll find him. He’s hard to find. But that’s where he went.” Svetty rubbed his neck. “How’d you even know about me?”
“When I was a ghost at Wolfram & Hart, I went snooping through people’s offices. Couldn’t move anything, but if someone left an address book open . . .”
Svetty shot his lizard like tongue out to lick his forehead. Then, without warning, he leapt from the roof.
“Japan. Yeah. I’ll fit in perfectly there.”
**
Where to begin? There was so much flowing through her. And so much of it was contradictory. Lame as it was, her first instinct was to ask if it was really him in the kitchen in Sunnydale. Would that even make sense to him?
The tears were tears of joy. The words were, “You ruined my life.”
“I saved your life,” he answered calmly. “More than once.”
Faith wiped her tears away. She hated crying. Crying meant weakness. And Faith wasn’t weak.
“I missed you so much,” Richard said softly. He leaned forward, wanting to take a step toward, but not sure it was welcome. “I thought about you all the time.”
“Even when you were in hell?”
“Especially when I was in hell.” He waved to the seat. “Sit down. Have some cookies.”
Faith sat, but declined the cookies. “How’d you get out? I mean, you were in hell, right? It’s not like you bust through a pane of Plexiglas and you’re home free.”
“Same principle. Slightly more involved.” Richard sat on the desk in front of Faith. “Dawn. She opened the portals between the dimensions a few years ago. It allowed me . . . or rather my soul, to escape. Then, I needed a body. And, well, you were there for that.”
Faith frowned. “You killed those babies.”
“That lovely young lady Sasha killed the babies.”
Faith stood quickly, knocking the chair back. “You’re going to pay for what you did.”
“I already have,” Richard said in a cold voice. It was a voice she hadn’t heard since the beginning of their relationship over five years ago. The underlying threat so clear. But then again, he wasn’t really threatening her, was he?
“Faith,” he said with a deep sadness in his voice. “I know that things are . . . different for you now. I respect that. I’m not asking you to . . . to join me.”
“But you’re asking me to turn my back. Pretend you’re not here. Pretend you’re not back. You want me to not tell Buffy-”
“Oh, you can tell Buffy. I’m more than prepared for her.” Richard turned and looked at a large map on the wall behind him. “Then again, the Hellmouth’s closed now. It’s not as if our new town will be a feeding ground for demons as it was before.” He turned back. “Not that it was even half the feeding ground it would’ve been without me. I never really got the credit I deserved for all I did to keep the evil at bay here.”
“No ascension this time around?” Faith said sarcastically. “Then what’s the plan?”
“The area was condemned as a biohazard area. My partners and I bought it cheap. A soon-to-be-released report will show that absolutely no contaminants are present. Completely clean. Land prices will skyrocket.”
“Money? You’re after money.”
Richard smiled his warm, friendly smile again. “Why not?”
“I think the name Sunnydale alone would scare people off.”
Richard stood and walked toward the door. “I’ve made some arrangements for you. The police shouldn’t be a problem anymore.”
“Yeah. I heard.”
“I’m not asking you to do the same, Faith. You don’t have to hide my return. But if I’m to be . . . dealt with, leave it to the others. I don’t think I could bear fighting you.”
Faith looked down. She hated this. For so many reasons, she still loved this man like a father. And yet, he was evil. She would need to tell Buffy and the others. And he would need to be destroyed.
“Oh, and, I changed the name of the town,” Richard added as he stepped outside. “You’re right. Sunnydale has a bad reputation these days.”
The door closed and Faith was alone. She knew she should follow him, but didn’t want to deal with him right now. Her thoughts finally rested on his last words to her. He changed the name of the town. Why would that concern her?
Faith stood and stepped toward the map that would provide the blue print of the soon-to-be-erected town. In the bottom right hand corner in red lettering were the words “Faith, California.” Faith gave a chuckle, even as she realized this map was the embodiment of her own inner struggle. Richard’s endless devotion to her made it difficult to hate him. But his grand and undoubtedly evil plans, partially depicted on the map before her, meant he needed to be stopped.
***
“This Akasaka Prince Hotel,” Spike said, lighting another cigarette. “So he’s got a room there or what?”
“No, he just hangs out in the bar. Really keeps to himself. What I understand, he doesn’t want to see any of his old chums. You sure you’ll be welcome?”
“Probably not. But I haven’t really got a choice. Need the kind of help he can give. And I don’t know where to find any other demons exactly like him. So ready or not, here I come.”
“I guess not.” The demon across from Spike smiled wickedly.
“What? Think he has some traps set up, keep guys like me from seeing him.”
“No,” the demon giggled. “I just farted.” The demon stood and left the table.
“Oh, sweet mother of mercy,” Spike yelled as he stood and walked away from the table, which now smelled pretty much like raw sewage.
****
“Can’t you just do it magically?” Dawn asked, her eyes closed for about the twentieth consecutive minute.
“Ewww,” Willow said. “Magic and hair color, icky business.”
“Aren’t you just saying that because your hair turned all black when you went evil?”
“Well . . .” Willow said in a slightly winy voice. “It was very traumatic. Besides, for full on hair color changes, magic’s fine. But red highlights? Ick.”
“I really like when you and Giles were teaching me spells, you know. Was my favorite time when I was learning to be a watcher.”
“I liked it too,” Willow smiled. “You can sit up and open your eyes.”
Dawn opened her eyes and looked up at Willow. “Why’d you go to Brazil? If you liked teaching me so much, why leave?”
“Big gruesomes had to be fought, remember? Besides, I think Kenn and I needed some time alone.”
“But you came back so quickly.”
“We don’t know our own strength. We were there less than three months when all the demons went quiet. Almost like they got sucked into a hole in the ground. Anyway, she’s got family in Chicago, so we went there.”
Dawn looked at Willow for a long moment. She lightly bit her own tongue, wanting to go on and discuss more, but not really sure how to do it. Willow seemed to notice that there was more on Dawn’s mind. The witch opened her mouth to ask and Dawn fixated on her lips and teeth. Luckily, the moment was spared by the sound of someone stumbling into the lobby.
Willow and Dawn looked up to see Connor, still looking beaten and bloody, shuffling across the lobby toward the weapons locker. Both women jumped to their feet, but to say different things.
“Oh my god what happened?” Willow called as Dawn scornfully hissed, “What the hell are you doing here?” Willow turned and looked at Dawn reproachfully.
“What?” Dawn said bitterly. “He’s Angel’s friend. Angel came back and left again. Why didn’t Connor go with him?”
“Connor, sit down,” Willow said, turning back to the bloody boy. “Tell us what’s up.”
Connor looked at Willow nervously. From what he knew, she was a powerful witch. He wondered how much she knew about him. He wondered how much a memory spell, any memory spell, could affect someone so powerful. He nodded, stumbled toward a sofa, and flopped into the seat.
“Angel,” Connor said.
“Is not our problem,” Dawn snapped, completing Connor’s sentence her own way.
“Go no,” Willow said to Connor, pretending she hadn’t heard Dawn.
“He’s missing. Been gone a while. Spike sent him to see Eve. He hasn’t come back. It’s almost dawn.”
“Spike’s out of town,” Dawn said. “Getting help for Dana. Who’s part of the team. Unlike Angel. And unlike you.”
“Connor stay here,” Willow said with a soft smile. She took Dawn’s arm and gently pulled her into the bar, closing the door. “What’s going on, Dawnie?”
“That guy just creeps me out. Besides, I never liked Angel. If those two are so chummy, let Connor go get Angel. Our responsibility is the slayers and-”
“Our responsibility is fighting evil and protecting the innocent,” Willow snapped. “Sorry, it’s just . . . you’re sounding a lot like the old council. The one we promised not to be like. And from what I heard, Connor helped save your-”
“He did,” Dawn said, shaking her head. “I just . . . I get, I get, I feel . . .”
Willow smiled. “I know Angel used to be kind of condescending-”
“Kind of?” Dawn interjected.
“And I know you didn’t like how he treated Buffy. Maybe . . . maybe meeting someone who was friends with Angel that you might . . . you might have . . .” Willow shrugged.
“A crush on,” Dawn said, flopping into a chair. “He gets on my nerves because he’s so smug and thinks he’s so smart and he’s friends with Angel, who’s also so smug. And at the same time, yeah, I have a crush on him. Because he’s cute and strong and saves my life on occasion. So there.”
“Dawn . . . being mean to a boy you like . . . that’s so eighth grade.”
“Well, like I said, there’s smugness and know-it-allness. And did I mention he hangs out with Angel? What’s up with that? I wonder if they’re like . . . you know? Like you and Kennedy.”
“You think Connor and Angel are lesbians?”
Dawn looked down and bit her lip. “Sometimes I . . . I wonder if . . .”
“What?” Willow whispered, leaning closer.
Dawn smiled slightly, then backed away. “If they’re gay, that’s all. I wonder if they’re gay.” Dawn looked at her feet. “Will, you really loved Oz, right?”
“Um . . .”
“Sorry. I don’t mean for the unpleasantness. I just, I wonder if you like boys, like really like boys, if . . .when the change thing happens where you like girls. How do you know if you’re gay or bisexual or just, just infatuated with someone who happens to be a girl like you are? Or . . . or a guy if you’re a guy.”
“Dawnie . . . is there . . . is there something you want to tell me?”
Dawn looked up. “Yeah. Connor’s going for the weapons closet again.”
Willow turned and stepped into the lobby. “Connor, I told you to sit down.”
Connor turned toward Willow uncomfortable. Seeing Dawn behind her, he turned nervously to the ground. “Yeah. Just figured you two were . . . were talking. Girl talk and stuff. Didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Connor, chill out,” Willow said. “Look, we’ll try to get a hold of Spike. If we can’t get Spike, we’ll just try to work out where Angel is on our own.”
“What about Dana?” Dawn asked.
“We’ll figure it out,” Willow said. “Maybe roll her into battle again. Get some aggression out.”
*****
Faith sat on the bed in her hotel room. She couldn’t sleep. Faith grabbed her cell phone and called Dawn.
“Hey watcher. What’s up?”
“Spike’s in Japan. Willow’s out rescuing Angel. Dana’s throwing a fit. Connor’s busted to shit, but he’s still trying to wrestle Dana to the ground and get her calm.”
“Oh. So regular day.”
“Pretty much.” Dawn covered the phone. “I’m telling you Connor, just drug her!”
“No drugs!” Connor yelled back. “That’s what McHenry used to do to her.” He quickly stroked Dana’s hair. “It’s okay, Dana. No one’s going to hurt you here.”
“Suit yourself,” Dawn said, raising the phone again. “So how’s the hunt for the Risen One going?”
“Goin’ alright,” Faith said. “Got a good lead or two. Just waiting until dark to follow up on one.”
“Good then. Get some rest if you’re going to be up all night. Watcher’s orders.”
“Well then, I better obey.”
“Damn right,” Dawn said with a smile. She hung up just as Connor was helping Dana to her feet. Dana sulked her way up the stairs. Connor limped back to a reclining chair Willow floated out from one of the rooms so he could sit in the lobby.
“You alright?” Dawn asked coldly.
“Yeah,” Connor said, looking away nervously. “So, um . . . sorry, you know. If I . . . if I act smug. Don’t mean to.”
“What? Oh, um, it’s . . . it’s okay.”
“And I’m . . .” Connor ran his hand through his hair nervously. “I’m not gay.”
“I’d be alright with it if you were,” Dawn snapped quickly.
“So would I. I mean, if you were or I were, I’d be alright. I’d be alright with myself if I were and with you if you were.”
Dawn walked to Connor and sat by him. “But you’re not?”
“Right,” Connor said.
Dawn smiled. “So, um . . .” She leaned toward him. “Why’re you telling me?”
Connor was trying to slide away from Dawn. Suddenly, he slipped from the chair and tumbled to the floor. “Ouch!”
“What the hell’s your problem?” Dawn yelled. “Why are you so hot and cold?”
“I’m hot and cold?” Connor said incredulously. “Look, I just wanted to, to clear stuff up. That’s all. But, like, you and me would be . . . awkward and stuff.”
“Awkward? Why?”
“Becau . . . I, I, I . . . it just would, okay!”
“Like I want you anyway,” Dawn hissed.
“Well, good then. Everything’s alright, right?”
“Yeah. Fine.”
“Then can you get me some more morphine or something?”
“Get your own morphine,” Dawn frowned. “I need to go check on Dana.”
“In that case you’ll want Thorzine,” Connor called after her.
Back near Sunnydale, or rather what was soon to be Faith, California, the town’s namesake still sat on her bed. She looked at the corner where her few weapons were stowed.
Faith wished she had a gun. A nice .38 would mean she could blow him away from a distance. Instead, she had a sword and a dagger. She’d have to be close when she did it. She’d have to hear his last breath as she plunged sharp metal into his body. She’d have to again feel the stickiness of blood on her hands.
Part of her wished there was a middle way, like in those Buddha books she read in prison. If he was human now, maybe Faith could just turn Richard in to the Watcher’s Council and let them deal with him however they’d handled Ethan Rayne. Faith knew this was wishful thinking. The Council would want the Mayor dead. They’d kill him. She wasn’t sure what exactly he deserved. But she knew what she owed him. If he was going to die, she would be the one to kill him. Whatever she owed him, she owed him that.
******
“Glad to see you’re working out your aggression issues,” Angel said as Eve removed the cross from his bare chest.
“Answer the question,” Eve said.
Angel was chained to the wall. Eve stood before him, conducting the interrogation. Drusilla and a crew of several vampire henchmen stood against the back wall.
“Then what?” Angel said. “Dru goes and gets my boy. You take the two of them to the Senior Partners and get back inside Wolfram & Hart.”
Eve shook her head. “After what they did to Lindsey, the Senior Partners can go to hell. Or stay there, as the case may be. No, lover boy, the deal is that Dru gets your kid and I get revenge for what you did to Lindsey. So again I ask . . .” Eve presses the cross against his right eye. “Where’s Connor?”
Angel groaned, working hard not to squeal. “Why tell you? So you can go ahead and kill me?”
“Why not just tell me? End your suffering quickly instead of waiting for Drusilla to get another vision that leads her to your son anyway?”
“I made love to him,” Drusilla purred from behind Eve. “I took my lovely baby brother to bed. He was so much more than you, daddy.”
“You know, Dru, there’s about a million different ways you could have said that. And they all would have grossed me out. But about 900,000 of them would have grossed me out less.”
“If you’re going to keep chatting,” Eve said, splashing a vile of holy water in Angel’s face. “Why don’t you just make with the location of your son?”
“Connor’s smart!” Angel yelled. “Self-sufficient. Search the docks all you want, you’ll never find him!”
Eve smiled smugly. “The docks, huh?”
“What docks?” Angel said. “I didn’t say anything about docks.”
“I’m afraid you did,” Eve said, removing a large cleaver from her desk. “Drusilla, you have what you need.”
Drusilla smiled and began humming to herself. She glided toward the door, all but two of her henchmen following her out.
“Eve,Eve, Eve,” Angel shook his head. “You really let me down. The whole time I was pulling these shackles out of the wall, I was thinking, Eve’s too smart to fall for a faux slip of the tongue.”
Quickly, Angel swung the chain linked to his wrists and nailed Eve in the jaw. She fell to the floor. The two hench vamps ran forward. Angel spun and kicked one vamp and threw the chain on his wrists around the neck of the other. Yanking hard, Angel pulled the chain so tight it ripped through the vamp’s head, decapitating him.
Angel turned to face the other vamp. He swung the chain again, but the vamp caught it and pulled, swinging Angel into the wall. He charged forward, but Angel kicked him back. Angel spun and kicked him again. Then, with a final swing of the chains, he knocked the vampire back through the blacked-out window.
Light engulfed the vampire, dusting him instantly. Angel dove out of the way of the incoming sunlight. He looked over at Eve, huddled on the floor and snickered. Eve grabbed her bloody lip and felt a loose tooth in her mouth.
“Now Eve,” Angel said as he walked toward her, swinging the chain. “You know I have a rule about killing humans.”
“Yeah,” Eve said smugly. “I know that.”
“Then I’ll bet you also know,” Angel said with a smile. “That when it comes to my son, a whole different set of rules apply.”
Angel wrapped the chain around Eve’s neck. Eve closed her eyes. She’d heard what Angel had done to a basement full of Wolfram & Hart lawyers. She had resigned herself to failure. She felt like weeping not at her own fate, but at her inability to avenge Lindsey.
Suddenly, the door popped open. “Angel!” a voice cried. “You’re okay!”
Angel turned, loosening his grip on Eve’s neck as he saw Willow. “Yeah. Sent Drusilla to the docks. Should keep her occupied for an hour or so.”
“Naughty daddy,” came a purr from outside.
“Or maybe a little less,” Angel added, dropping Eve, and standing to face the door.
Drusilla sauntered in, followed by her lackeys.
“Willow, get back into the corner,” Angel said.
“I was about to say the same to you,” Willow answered as Dru’s cronies closed in closer around them.
“Why’s that?” Angel asked.
“It’s about to get a whole lot brighter in here,” Willow said, turning to the back wall.
Angel dove for the corner as Willow pushed her arms out. The wall between the room and the street crumbled away and sunlight burst into the room. Being blocked from the light by several of her henchmen, Drusilla had time to dive back into the hallway. The other vampires burst into flames.
Willow walked to the edge of the room and looked down to the street. “Up,” she called. A manhole covered flew into the street. “Eastern exposure is such a double-edged sword. Think you can make a long and accurate jump.”
“Don’t think so,” Angel said. “But thanks for the thought. Go on ahead.” Angel grabbed Eve. “Me and Eve’ll catch up.”
*******
Spike sat at a table in the karaoke bar of the Akasaka Prince Hotel in Tokyo. He drank scotch while drunken businessmen sang “I Believe I Can Fly” out of tune.
“’Bout damn time you go here,” Spike said as a Japanese man sat at the table.
“Tell you here same I said on phone. No see him directly.”
“You say I was an old pal?
“Old friends no see him particular,” the man replied.
“Doesn’t like appearing in public any more, does he?”
“Some people after him. He bad experiences with past. I happy to meet with you. Sorry no more help.”
“Oh, you helped just plenty,” Spike said. “You see, I can smell him on you. Really strong scent. Means he’s here. Now all I have to do is follow your scent and it’ll be hello ol’ chum for me. But first-”
Spike quickly punched the man, knocking him out cold. The man’s head flopped onto the table. Spike stood and looked around the room. “Oh my,” a waitress said, looking at the knocked out man at Spike’s table.
“Yeah,” Spike said. “Couldn’t hold his liquor.”
Spike walked around the building. He bitched internally that the place smelled like expensive liquor and cheap aftershave. Still, he had the man’s scent. He followed it to the back of the club.
There was a door. Forcing it open was easy as walking. Inside was a stairway. Spike started down the stairs, hoping this would go easy. He could already pick up the scent of the demon he was after. Having hired thugs wasn’t this demon’s style. Spike smiled, thinking all there was to do now was to talk and threaten. One way or another, this guy was coming back to help Dana.
********
Angel pulled Eve into the lobby of the Hyperion. “Connor here?”
“He’s out cold,” Dawn said, standing up as Angel entered. She stood somewhat defensively. It was the first time she’d seen him in years. She wondered if he’d treat her like a child like he always had. He probably would. Watcher or not, she was still a little girl to him. Dawn fumed at things Angel said in the imaginary argument that was playing out in her head.
“Faith and Spike still out of town?”
“Yes,” Dawn snapped.
“Willow?”
“She’s with Dana. Why don’t you just ask me for help?”
Angel scowled slightly. “That metal cage in the basement still work?”
Dawn shrugged. “I don’t know. Looks busted.”
Angel nodded toward the desk. “There should be some hand cuffs behind the front desk. Can you hand those to me?”
“What am I? Your bellhop?” Dawn snapped.
“So you don’t want to help,” Angel said, trying to figure out what was behind Dawn’s mood.
“Fine!” Dawn stormed to the desk and grabbed the cuffs. “We can cuff her to the cage.” As Dawn grabbed the cuffs, her cell phone rang. Grabbing it she answered. “Spike?!” she said with a smile. “That’s great. I’ll tell Willow.”
Dawn tossed Angel the cuffs and headed for the stairs.
“What is it?” Angel said as he pulled Eve toward the basement.
“Spike’s on a freight plane. He’s coming back with a demon who might be able to help Dana.”
“Oh,” Angel said dully. “Joy.”
*********
Faith moved quickly, plunging the stake into the heart of the vampire and moving to the back of the building. The hole she cut in the back of the mobile building that served as business office was still there. Faith crept in through the back and quickly staked another vamp that was waiting inside.
Usually Faith liked to beat the vamps senseless. But tonight wasn’t patrolling or staking to get her aggressions out. Tonight, she was here to do something she wished she didn’t have to.
Faith crept through the rows of piled boxes, remembering the fight she, Buffy, and the others had not so long ago in this very room. As she stepped out in to the main part of the office, her memories drifted to the conversation she had with Richard Wilkins even more recently in this very room.
Faith crouched quietly in the corner and waited. Sunrise would be soon and Richard would return. She removed the dagger from her belt and closed her eyes, trying not to weep. With so much death in her life, she found it odd that she wept for it now.
The Mayor was evil. But he had been the only person in her life that had shown such a purely unconditional love for her. Even with all he’d done for her, Angel had helped Faith out of a feeling of duty. Perhaps he thought that saving her meant that he himself could be saved. Regardless, he never seemed to really enjoy her company. Not the way Richard had.
But all was decided now. Faith would wait until morning. And when Richard returned, she would kill him.
**********
Connor’s eyes shot open in a panic as the nearby clock radio began blasting.
If your colors were like my dream; Red, gold and green; Red, gold and green.
Connor slammed his hand down on the clock. “God I hate that song!” he said to himself. “Sticks in my head like nothing else.”
“The 80’s,” a voice said from a dark corner of the room.
Connor jumped with fright and looked to see his father in the corner. “WTF, man?” Connor said, holding his hand over his beating heart.
Angel shrugged. It was hard to explain he’d spent the night watching his son sleep. It reminded Angel of watching Connor as a baby sleeping peacefully in his crib.
“You looked pretty beat up,” Angel said. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Thanks,” Connor said, smiling slightly. But the moment quickly became awkward. There was so much the two of them needed to say to each other. There was so much they needed to work out. Connor didn’t want to deal with that now. “So, where’re the others? What’re they up to?”
“Spike arrived about a half hour ago. Snuck in some demon from Japan that’s supposed to help Dana. He didn’t want me to see it. I didn’t really care. I wanted to be up here with you.”
“Thanks.” Connor rolled out of the bed and stood up. He grabbed a pair of jeans and had them pulled half on when he noticed the tags. “Are these new?”
Angel shrugged. “I thought you could use some new clothes so I did a little shopping.”
“Thanks,” Connor said awkwardly, pulling the jeans the rest of the way on. “I’m saying that a lot lately, huh?”
“Connor . . .” Angel didn’t know how to start.
Connor shook his head. “Not now. Okay? Maybe we can talk about it tonight or something. We can meet at your hideout so we’ll have some privacy. Talk about stuff. But not now.”
“Okay,” Angel said, staring at the clock. Their whole relationship was about time after all. Time borrowed, time stolen, time rewritten even. Angel had all the time in the world. But his son’s time was running out. It moved along at the same pace as everyone else’s life, Angel supposed. But for him, for Angel, that time seemed so fleeting. Fifty years could pass in the blink of an eye. Shanshu Angel laughed to himself. So this was living.
Angel followed Connor out of the room. The kid looked good in the new outfit Angel bought for him. Blue jeans and a tan button down shirt from the Gap. Angel had to check himself. Thoughts of a normal relationship with his son could only lead to true happiness. Had Holtz not been planning to kill Angel and Connor at the time, Angelus probably would have returned the moment the infant first drew breath in the alley behind Caritas.
As Connor walked down the stairs, he began humming to himself. “Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon,” he sang. “You come and go; You come and go. Loving would be easy; If your colors were like my-”
Connor went silent and Angel tensed as a bloodcurdling scream ripped through the lobby. The sound of a body hitting the floor came from the room where Willow and company were discussing Dana with Spike’s demon friend.
Connor immediately assumed the demon was unfriendly and attacking. He ran hard across the floor and flung open the hotel room from which the scream originated. Half of the room turned to see Connor enter. The other half surrounded the fallen demon on the floor.
Connor looked down at the green demon wearing a red suit. He was kneeling on the floor clutching his head and moaning. The demon’s mouth opened and a black bile poured onto the carpet.
Connor felt the presence of his father behind him. Then, he heard Angel speak.
“Lorne?” Angel asked the fallen demon. “Lorne, what’s wrong.”
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