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Chapter Title: A Son, A Family
Author: Baby Blues
E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is.
Summary: Angel and Co. arrive just in time to witness something they’ve never dreamed of. They meet Angelus . . . and Connor.
NOTE: I made a LOT of changes concerning Pylea, so please don’t complain if I’m not completely true to what happened in the show. ^__^
Dedication: To Nick (other one.) There’s a difference between cute . . . and funny cute. You’re funny cute. *lol*
Excerpt:
~Angelus: I’m not an idiot, Eliza . . . I saw the way he looked at you, and he wanted you . . . and you want him back.
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Buffy entered through the large doors, her heart quickening with every step she took. There was one thing worse than seeing Angelus in raged, and the was him being in raged with Connor.
“I’ve told you time and time before!” the Lord fumed angrily, his voice carrying and echoing through the halls and rooms of the castle they all called home. “Humans are nothing but slaves here. You just can’t go around treating them like their God’s gift and returning them to their dimensions! I’ve told you before, Connor, I will not put up with this any longer!”
She nodded towards Gunn, Angelus’ number one general and friend. He nodded back and opened the door, his eyes flashing red as he glared at his son who was walking by her side.
“Gunn . . . “
“I know of your concern, Mistress,” he said to her, eyes still fixated on the young boy as he continued to speak, “But ‘tis a father’s job to do what he must.” He paused for a moment just as Eliza gave Connor’s best friend a sympathetic look, he gazed back at her with no expression. Like a true warrior, not showing any hint of feelings to his enemies, or in this case, his father.
“Stay, Danielle. Your mother and I need to speak to you about your duty to watch over the prince . . . not help him in these wasted shenanigans,” Gunn said as the doors closed behind Eliza.
She took a deep breath and looked up at the main room, large with heavy drapes and tapestries hanging on the walls. The white marble floors were clean and polished, and a few of the servants stood at the far corner, silent with their heads bowed down in respect. Angelus was pacing in front of his throne, Connor at the bottom of the steps, head hanging as he stared at his left boot.
When Angelus finally looked up at her, Eliza gave him a pleading expression that caused him to growl even more. Connor finally looked behind him, eyes glittering as he smiled at her. She shook her head in amusement but didn’t dare try to smile back when the King, her husband, was right there, watching her with disapproving eyes.
“Speak to him,” the vampire ordered in an irritated tone, “I cannot be bothered with this any more. I have better things to do,” he said and flopped down on his chair, an angry scowl on his handsome face.
By now, Connor had gotten up on his feet and was moving towards her with an impish grin on his face, dark brown hair with natural camel-colored highlights, and blazing playful blue eyes.
“I always fear and expect the worse whenever you’re the purpose for his fury,” Eliza sighed to him.
The prince kissed her forehead. “I take it up from you,” he teased lightly, his blue eyes dancing in merriment as she rolled her hazel orbs.
A knock came at the heavy doors before she could retort back. Her eyes gradually widened when she realized who it would be. After all the worry and concern, she had almost forgotten their ‘guests.’
“Who could that be?” Connor frowned, knowing how Angelus would get even more infuriated that this ‘family meeting’ was being disturbed.
Eliza cleared her throat. “We have a few new visitors here, Angelus,” she told her husband who still sat sulking on his throne. “I think we should handle this on our own.”
“ ‘Tis none of our concern, lover,” he glared at her.
“Not if you see who it is first,” she replied and opened the doors herself.
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It was against all rules to knock on the great doors to the throne room. Especially when they were closed and there were no real guards standing by, but as Eliza’s dear friend who had just returned from the ‘dead,’ he was willing to take the risk.
Lorne knocked twice as he stood back, making sure Angel was in front of him. Call him Wimp or even Coward, but he was not about to get killed because of Angelus’ infamous fury.
The doors suddenly opened, revealing a majestic room with a single settee at the very end of the area. Intricate designs of gold and red traced regally around the fine plush throne made of velvet and silk.
“What is this?” Angelus raged, quickly jumping to his feet, his game face on as he glared at the unwanted guests. He stared into the bewildered eyes of his doppelganger, staring back at him as though he was a ghost.
“I found them this morning in the woods. They came for their friend,” Buffy explained as she nodded towards Cordelia who stood back, looking a bit bored and out of place, “She was already being sold.”
Angelus stared at her with a glare, and Angel, after his initial shock, could only gulp at this new turn of events. He was standing face to face with his demon, his demon who was lucky enough to rule a dimension . . . with Buffy by his side, and a son to match. He studied the boy who stood causally by his mother, who still looked young enough to be his sister. He didn’t know whether to be happy for his counterpart, or to be angry because he deserved this more than his demon ever could.
“This is insane, lover. Leave them. They are not our concern, and I will not worry over this matter when I have a million other things to worry about,” he growled and stomped off, never once slowing or looking back.
Buffy looked at them pleadingly. “Excuse him. He’s been having a bad season. There are a lot of things that has been happening lately, and I’m afraid that’s the cause of his temper,” she explained, “Excuse me while I talk to him. Connor?”
The boy nodded.
“The guest rooms in our hall will do,” she said and met with Angel’s eyes, “I know I have much to explain, but take a moment to rest first. This must be stressful on all of you. I’ll return shortly to see how you fair. Connor will take good care of you,” she gazed at her son with love and pride. With that she smiled at her guests once more, mostly at Angel, and left to quickly find her husband.
“That was quite interesting,” the boy commented with a small chuckle. The others looked at him, Angel especially examined the young man more closely than the others, noting all the resemblance of himself and Buffy in him. “This’ll keep my father grumpy for a week,” he sighed, looking pointedly at Angel with a look of wonder and curiosity, “Come, I’ll show you to your rooms.”
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Eliza followed her husband through the long winding halls of the castle, her skirts trailing behind her as her feet moved briskly on the carpeted floor. “Angelus,” she called out to the angered demon.
“I do not want your ‘pets’ in our home, Eliza,” Angelus said as he entered their private chambers of blue velvet, silk, and fine gold. Two servants quickly finished making the bed before bowing and leaving the pair alone. He gruffly planted himself firmly on a plush chair and silently fumed. “They are not our responsibility,” he growled, looking out of a large window that overlooked their kingdom.
“They’re strangers in our land . . . we just can’t abandon them,” Eliza replied, moving behind the chair.
“I know why you’re doing this,” he informed her.
“It’s not what you think,” she assured him.
“It’s Angel . . . the one with the soul, and you want to run to him,” Angelus deduced with a cruel and bitter grin.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Buffy said, walking towards the window and leaning against the glass. She knew his concern, knew his fear of losing her, and that wasn’t acceptable to him.
“I’m not an idiot, Eliza . . . I saw the way he looked at you, and he wanted you . . . and you want him back,” Angelus told her.
Eliza closed her eyes and turned back to look at him. “I promised my life to you, Angelus.”
“Is that the only reason why you’re here?” he asked through gritted teeth.
She walked towards him with a grace of a queen and then kneeled before him, taking his hand in hers as she stared deeply into his eyes with truth and affection in her own. “I love you . . . and I’m not going anywhere. I promised you that . . . and I’m keeping that promise for eternity.”
Angelus’ eyes flared and he lifted her into his arms and kissed her lips with all the passion that consumed him, “Buffy . . . “
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They followed him, walking through large halls that looked as though it was part of a European castle. The carpet was green, as though grass had been taken from outside and had been put inside. Intricate gold designs weaved itself around the borders like growing vines. The walls were covered with portraits of people long dead, the doors to rooms were large and dark with heavy metal handles to open them. Large windows looked over the gardens outside as well as the entire kingdom of Pylea. It was large and it was beautiful, fit for any royal.
They stopped at a hall, and as if on cue, five female demons, pale pink in coloring with long tentacles protruding from their head and no mouths to add to that, left five rooms in perfect unison, their hands clasped in front of them. They bowed at Connor and shuffled away in a row.
“Beldare demons,” Connor answered their questioning looks, “Amazing and loyal workers. Great singers too,” he added.
“Singers? They don’t even have mouths,” Cordelia scoffed.
“They sing through their nose, and it’s the only vocal thing they are able to do. Very melodic though,” he explained. “These will be your rooms,” he motioned, “Ours is at the end of the hall. Knowing Mom, she’ll be by later." He smirked and pointed at himself, "Me? There’s a cow auction in thirty minutes calling my name.”
“You buy cows?” Cordelia asked through clenched teeth. She had suffered hours of being handled like she was nothing but . . . well . . . a cow. And the fact that this boy was buying them, didn’t sit well with her.
Connor nodded with a smile, “And return them to their dimensions as soon as possible.”
Everyone looked surprised.
“Your father must hate that,” Angel said, noting the sudden frown that came across the boy‘s face.
Connor shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Mom approves, even though she doesn’t actually say it, but I see it in her eyes. Anyways,” he clapped his hand together, and gave them all one of his charming smiles, “Welcome to Pylea.”
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