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Connor watched Anne eat with
fascination. She ate politely, with surprisingly good table manners for someone
as brash as her, but what fascinated him was how much she ate. She was small, barely over five feet tall, with a
build that made Connor wonder if it were possible for her to blow away in a
strong wind. Yet she ate enough to satisfy someone three times her size.
"You're not a binge eater, are you?" he asked suddenly.
Anne rolled her eyes. "Afraid
I'm going to throw up all over your house?"
"I�where do
you keep it?"
"Hollow
leg." At Connor's
dirty look, Anne giggled. "I have a really fast metabolism. Besides, you
starved me."
"Remind me not to do that
again."
"I will. Loudly
and often."
"I have no doubt that you
will."
A silence followed as Anne finished
eating before speaking again. "Have you heard anything from your
father?"
"No. But it'll be tonight
before he goes looking for whoever's after you. He's got that problem with
sunlight and all."
"If he even looks," Anne
said, rolling her eyes.
"He will. Your parents wanted
him to help you, didn't they?"
"Well, yeah, but that doesn't
mean he will. He's already pawned me off on you, and seeing as those things haven't
shown up since I left England, I doubt he'll be in all that much of a rush to
search for them in the LA area."
"But he said there was reason
to believe they'd tracked you to Los Angeles. He'll keep his eyes open and get
word out if there's trouble."
"You have a lot of faith in a
man that, rumor has it, you don't much like."
"He's my father," Connor
answered simply.
"Is he why you stayed in LA?
Or I guess I should say, why you came back. Although
even when you left, you went to Ireland, so I suppose you were trying to keep a
connection with him in one way or another."
Connor looked at her with surprise.
"How did you know I went to Ireland? That was years ago, before I even met
Laura. You'd have been a child then."
"I wasn't even born when you
left. But I was four when you stopped off in England for a bit before coming
back here."
Connor was confused for only a
moment before realization began to sink in and it all clicked into place.
Suddenly, the answers to all his questions concerning the woman in front of him
were so blindingly obvious that he felt like an idiot for not knowing who she
was immediately. "You're Anne Summers. You're Buffy's daughter."
"And you finally caught on. Looks like your mental capacity is about as large as your
father's."
Connor didn't respond to Anne's bit
of snark, his mind turning too fast. It made sense now, why Angel was so eager
to get Anne away from him. Looking at her now that he realized who she was,
Connor could see a good bit of her mother in her features. Angel hadn't been
able to look at her, hadn't been able to have such a tangible reminder of how
things had turned out for him almost twenty years earlier.
And then there was Connor's
attraction to Anne and what that
meant in all of this. She was the same age now as Buffy had been when she'd
first met Angel. Was he more like his father than he'd known? Was he somehow
genetically programmed to enter into a tragic, doomed relationship with this
woman? He stood up, running his hands
through his hair.
"Um, Connor. Are you still in there?"
"Sorry, I was just�This
is�you're�wow."
"Tell me about it, sparky."
"And this thing between us,
it's�"
Anne quirked an
eyebrow. "There's a
'thing' between us?"
"You know what I mean,"
Connor said with a frown.
Anne crossed her arms in front of
her. "'Fraid I don't. Care to enlighten me?"
"You were there for that kiss,
too."
Anne got up from the table then and
walked over to Connor, placing her hands against his chest. "Maybe you
need to refresh my memory?"
Connor reacted how Anne knew he would.
He jumped back from her, despite the fact she could practically taste his
desire it was rolling off of him so strongly. "Don't play these games with
me," he said as he backed away. "You know what's happened here as
well as I do. But you also have to know that this is
very, very wrong."
Anne shrugged. "Wrong's never
stopped me before."
"Well, it should, dammit!
There are certain lines that shouldn't be crossed, things that shouldn't be
done."
"Oh, that is bloody rich,
coming from a man with your history."
"But that's what it is,
Anne�history. I've made mistakes like the one you and I would be making, and
I've learned what can happen. What will
happen. I'm not going to blow everything I've worked
so hard for because some little girl turns my head."
At that, Anne's blue eyes narrowed
to an angry gaze. "I'm not a
little girl, Connor. Don't you even try to pull this with me.
I know you're not happy like this. I know you haven't found inner peace, or
whatever the hell you claim this is. You're just trapped in a self-made
cage."
Connor took a step towards her, the
glint in his eyes becoming dangerously close to Anne's own. "You don't
know what you're talking about."
"There's a demon inside you,
Connor. No point in denying it�not to me. Wanna know why? Because
it's in me, too. I can hear it howling every time you're near. When I'm
away from you, I can push it back, but then I'm with you and�" Anne looked
down for only a moment before locking her eyes with his again. "I know
this is wrong. I'm not a complete idiot. You're married. You're older than me.
You're Angel's son. I get all that. But I also know that when I'm with you,
none of that matters. Everything gets crazy and makes sense at the same time.
You're what makes me feel all jumbled, and you're what
makes the pieces fit. And don't you dare
try to tell me you don't feel the same way, because I know. That beast inside
you, it screams every time we're near each other, same as mine does. Stop
fighting it. There's no use anyway."
"I can't! Dammit, why can't
you get that? I know I have a dark side, but I also know what it can do. I know
what I'm capable of, what I could become. So what if I want to let myself go, to let myself out of this 'cage,' as you put
it. So what if I want to grab you right now and fuck you against that table
until you can't remember your own name? None of that matters, because if I let
myself go, if I give into that beast, someone is going to get hurt."
"Connor, you're not
Angelus."
"No. But I could be."
"No, you couldn't! You're not
like him!"
"How do you know?"
"Because if
you were, you wouldn't care!
Because if you were, you wouldn't fight so damn hard to keep yourself in check!
Letting yourself be what you are, embracing both sides of your nature, won't make you a monster."
"No? Then tell me this. Who
but a monster takes an innocent girl off the street to slaughter? Who but a
monster is willing to take the lives of strangers just so someone else feels
his pain? Who but a monster would want to torture his own father? I've done
those things. Those and more. If I'm not a monster,
then I don't know what is."
"I do. And it isn't you."
Anne's expression softened, and she tentatively moved closer to him. "I've
seen monsters, Connor. I've looked into the face of true evil. That's not what
I see what I look at you. What you've done in the past, those were mistakes.
You were hurting, and you let that hurt drive you. But what you've done now
hasn't healed any of that. All you've done is covered it up, like trying to use
a Band-Aid to cover a chasm. And until you embrace your true nature,
then�"
"No!" Connor held up his
hand. "That part of me is buried, where it belongs. Stop trying to make
that any different!"
"Connor, please, listen to me! I know�"
Before Anne could finish, the
kitchen window crashed in, five large demons falling in behind the broken
glass. "That's them," Anne said, hurrying to stand at Connor's side.
"Those are the demons that have been after me."
"Right," Connor replied,
looking over the large, scaly beasts now standing in his kitchen. "Guess
we're going to have to kill them."
"Destroy the vessel," the
demon in front said in a deep, guttural voice. He paused for a second,
regarding Connor before showing off his fangs in a disgusting parody of a
smile. "And her�mate."
Connor and Anne had time to share
only a glance before the demons attacked. They both responded quickly, turning
so they stood back to back, able to fend off an attack from either side.
Although neither Anne nor Connor said a word, they seemed to know each other's
every move, their actions flowing together like a choreographed dance.
As one of the demons lunged, Anne
turned slightly, causing the creature to stumble right into the waiting Connor.
He grabbed the demon, wrenching its head, then
allowing himself a moment to relish the satisfying crack of its neck. The four
other demons looked down at their fallen comrade, stopping for only a second
before renewing their attack.
Anne kicked one hard, sending it
flying. She was sure they could break all of their necks, but she also knew it
would be easier if they were armed. She moved so she could catch Connor's eye,
and he gave a small nod towards a set of kitchen knives on the counter. Anne
crouched down before springing up, flipping over the head of the demon in front
of her, and landing at the counter. She grabbed a knife and spun around in one
motion, burying it deep in the demon's flesh, twisting until she knew she'd
done the job. She pulled the knife from its back before pulling out a second
one, this time throwing it to Connor. He caught the knife with ease, bringing
it down to slice the demon he'd been battling. He pulled back and thrust,
sending the creature lifeless to the ground.
With their three companions dead
within a matter of minutes, the remaining demons knew they were in trouble.
They started to back away, but both Anne and Connor moved with superhuman
speed, killing the last of their foes in synch.
As the bodies fell, Anne and Connor
turned to look at each other, the fire of the battle still burning in their
eyes. Connor snarled as he crossed the room to her, grabbing Anne and pinning
her against the counter. His mouth descended on hers violently, and the blood
he could taste on her lips only fueled his desire.
Anne's mind was a haze of lust,
both of blood and sex. She growled deep in her throat, wrapping her legs around
Connor's waist. His mouth never left hers as he tore at her jeans, the denim
shredding easily in his strong hands. He ripped her panties from her body as
well before setting her up on the counter top, his hands going down to his fly.
Anne screamed as Connor plunged
inside her with one stroke, though the effects of fighting at his side had made
her more than ready. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, listening to
the near-animalistic sounds he made as he plunged in and out of her
relentlessly.
Connor's eyes were drawn to the
pale column of Anne's neck, now exposed to him. He could see her blood pumping,
could almost hear it beneath the skin. As he came closer to his peak, it became
too much, and he leaned in, sinking his teeth into her warm flesh.
Anne's eyes shot open, a second
scream torn from her as his teeth pierced her skin. Suddenly, she was coming
hard, her internal muscles clamping tightly around him, and he pulled back with
a roar of pained pleasure. Anne leaned down then, and this time it was her
teeth in his throat. Connor clutched her hips tightly enough to bruise, pumping
into her two more times before he let go, coming inside her and triggering
another orgasm in Anne, even more powerful than the one only moments
before.
Anne pulled her teeth away from his
skin, and they sank to the floor, spent.

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Connor sat next to Anne on the
kitchen floor, close, but not touching her. As he came back to himself, the
reality of what had just happened sunk in. He had cheated on his wife. He'd
cheated on his wife with a sixteen year old girl. A sixteen year old girl who
just happened to be the child of two people who would be less than thrilled to
see her with Angel's son.
And the sex
itself� He'd never been
like that before. He'd been wild, no thoughts but an
overwhelming desire to be inside her. And then he'd� Connor's eyes grew wide at
the memory. "I bit you."
Anne glanced over at him. "And? I bit you, too."
Connor reached up and touched his
neck, then pulled his hand back to see blood on his fingers. "Oh."
Anne leaned in. "Don't tell me
you didn't like it," she whispered against his ear before giving the neck
wound a long, slow lick.
Connor moved quickly away from her.
"Don't," he snapped.
"Don't be such a baby. So we
bit each other in the heat of passion. Not like it's a big deal."
"Not a big deal! That's not
something humans are supposed to do."
"Maybe not the prude you're
married to, but drawing blood during sex isn't only a demon thing. Besides,
even if it were, neither one of us is exactly pure human."
"I'm not a vampire."
"Well, no, because there's
sort of a corpse requirement for that. But the fact that you get off on biting
isn't all that shocking."
"It's wrong."
"No, it isn't. You didn't hurt
me�in a bad way at least�and it wasn't anything I didn't want."
"It doesn't matter. I acted
like an animal. And you're only a sixteen year old girl."
Anne rolled her eyes. "Oh, whatever." She patted his leg. "Well,
since you're obviously in too deep of a morality crisis for another round, I'm
going to put on some clothes that aren't torn to bits."
Connor nodded, then
tried not to stare as Anne walked out of the room. Despite the whirlwind of
panic in his mind, his body felt more relaxed than it had in ages. After the good fight and the good� Well, a lot of the
physical tension had been drained from his body.
But the guilt kept him from
relaxing the way he really wanted to. He cursed himself for being that weak. And now�
His train of self-berating derailed
sharply as he realized something from the fight. He got up and went to the
guest room, not sure if he was relieved or disappointed to find Anne clothed
again. "Didn't you say those demons only attacked you?"
She looked up from where she was
sitting on the bed. "Usually. But today�"
"They were after me,
too."
Anne nodded. They'd also called
Connor her "mate," and she wondered if he'd even noticed. But if that
latest attack was any indication, then Connor had a part in this as well.
"We should go to my
father's," Connor said. "We're not safe here, and other than the
kitchen knives, I don't really have any weapons."
"You don't? That's bloody
stupid."
"Laura doesn't like them in
the house."
"I guess they don't match the
doilies."
"Just get your stuff
together."
Anne sighed and stood up. When
Connor started to walk out of the room, she said, "I'm not going to let
you get away with this for long, you know."
Connor turned back around.
"Get away with what?"
"Avoiding having a conversation
about what happened in the kitchen. You're putting your focus on the bites or
the attack, not all the emotional issues that stirred up."
"There are no emotional
issues. We had sex. It was a huge mistake. End of story."
"No. That's not what that was,
and you know it. It wasn't mistake sex. I've had mistake sex, and that was not
it."
"Anne, I'm an older, married
man. Sex between us could never be anything but
a mistake."
"Fine. You want to tell yourself that, go right ahead.
But we both know it isn't true. What happened in there was beyond either of us.
We couldn't stop it then, and we won't be able to stop it from ever happening
again."
"I'm calling Angel and then
getting some things together. Be ready to leave when I come back."
Anne rolled her eyes. "Okay.
You go live in denial."
Connor turned again and walked out
of the room.

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Again, sorry for
the break in updates. I
had a recent death in the family, and that impeded on my ability to write for a
while. I'm hoping that my muse is back now, and that I will be able to work on
this fic at a steadier pace. However, I really need to see some reviews. This
story is one of five works in progress that I currently have, and if I think
that nobody's really reading it, then I won't give it the priority that I do my
other stories. So if you want more regular updates, please review.Thank
you very much to the people who have reviewed so far. You're keeping this story
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Also, this fic is part of a series
of Post-"Chosen"/Post-"Not Fade Away" fics that I am
currently working on putting together. While most of the stories work as stand
alones, I will from time to time be referring to events from other stories. It
is possible to follow the plot of this fic without reading the others, but if
you're curious to see the others that I've started, they're located here: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/addielogan/post_chosen.html
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