cornerofmadness

Here's a little set centering on Angel's family in chronological order. All are PG-13 and as always Mr Whedon has all rights.

Darla S3

Darla wandered the mall, hunting. She rubbed her bulging belly. These thing growing inside her, the abomination that was poisoning her slowly with its soul, made her crave blood in a way that she had never done before, not in all the centuries she had been alive. Not just any blood would do. It had to be very pure, sweet, innocent. And it was harder these days to lure innocent children away. They were savvy. She saw one whose mother wasn’t paying attention.

“Hello little girl, I have a present for you. It’s down this way.” Darla smiled sweetly

Angel S3

Angel touched his son’s cheek. Did anything have softer skin than a baby? This gift from the Powers That Be was beyond anything he had ever hoped for. Angel couldn’t have dreamed how much a child would bring into his life, the love, the worry, the pure joy. He was almost grateful to have Holtz around to offset the happiness he felt otherwise his very soul might be imperiled.

Angel pressed the bottle to Connor’s mouth, just watching the infant’s tiny muscles moving as he suckled. Angel could get lost in the blueness of his son’s eyes.

“I love you, son.”

Connor S 4

He didn’t know he could hurt so much. When Cordy said she was giving him a gift, Connor thought she had loved him. He had fallen asleep truly at peace for the first time in his life, in spite of what was happening outside. Morning had turned the gift to ash. Her rejection caused him to ache so deep that he couldn’t rid himself of the pain.

Alternating between tears and fury, Connor walked the streets, oblivious to the fear and destruction around him. Nothing registered until Wolfram and Hart came into view. Maybe they would have answers he needed.

Angel S 4

Connor was a gift given to him for his sacrifices to save Darla but Angel was left wondering how the gift had become so twisted. He stared at his son, bomb strapped around his waist and all Angel could think of was of promises broken. He could smell Darla’s ashes, feel them on his skin as he listened to his son’s soul fracturing like glass. He couldn’t make his son believe that life was worth living. Angel wanted to grab him and tell Connor just how special he was. All Angel could do was give Connor the gift of a new life.

Connor S 5

Maybe he should have just stayed at the dorm and not come home for the weekend. Nothing had been the same since he had been run down by a van and then killed that demon. Two lives warred with each other inside his mind and Connor didn’t know which was winning. At least at school he had work to distract him. At home it all caved in.

He sat in what was left of his room, surrounded by everything he had trashed; gifts from birthdays and Christmases that never were. He hated his room. He hated the lie. He hated himself.

Connor Post S 5

Connor poked around the antique store trying to find something that was right. He was still shaken up by the events of May. He had failed to get his family out of L.A. safely but at least he had managed to return to the Hyperion in time to help save Angel and Illyria. Spike and Gunn shared his parents’ sad fate.

Connor was tired of mourning. He needed to try and live again, knowing he had done his best but the odds had been against him. He found some old books of poetry, the perfect Father’s Day gift. Angel would love them.