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Never Will You Be Alone
Chapter Six-Amazed
Dawn's eyes widened as warmth ran through her veins like a gentle water. A small 'C.A.' slowly sank onto her wrist in black ink. Her eyes widened. She glanced up at Stephen to see him glancing down at his own arm.
Stephen blinked as he stared down at his wrist. A small 'D.S.' was imprinted on his arm. He could feel Dawn's long hair brush his arm as she leaned over to see. Her mouth fell open. Wordlessly, she extended her arm to him. He furrowed his brows as he saw the small 'C.A.' on her own arm. Instantly, Stephen knew. It was a representation of their names.
"Your real name is Connor Angel. You are the son of a monster." Holtz cruel words came back to him. "He will not want you. No one other than me will take you in. Your name is curse." He had spoken those words after Stephen had asked to return to his real father, to get to know him. It was the first seed of hatred for Connor and his father. At that moment, he stopped being Connor Angel and became Stephen Holtz.
Dawn stared up at Stephen's pale face with a concerned expression. His eyes were locked on her wrist. The intials bothered him. She covered her wrist with her hand. He tore his gaze away from her wrist and looked away from her. Dawn bit into her lip. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Stephen?" Her tone hurt him. 'So pleading..' He thought. He felt as if his heart was ripping at the seams. "Stephen, please look at me.." He turned his head relunctantly. Dawn fought off a gasp at the look in his eyes. Without second thought, Dawn threw herself into his arms.
Stephen was thankful for the distraction her warmth against his chest provided. He didn't want her to be looking at him when he departed what he had kept from her.
"Dawn...I haven't been fully honest about my name.." Her heart beat was even. She knew that already. "My real name is Connor Angel." Her heart beat hammered now. Disgust filled him, even she knew of his father. As if sensing that he wanted to leave, her grip on him tightened.
"Angel..as in Angel, Angel. Formally, Angelus-that Angel?"
"Yes," Dawn nearly cried at the tone of his voice. She pulled her head off of his chest. Her hands ran up his forearms and rested on his upper arm then back down in what she hoped was a comforting motion. Stephen tried to fight down the longing and want her touch invoked, but was quickly failing.
'She'll only push me away. She won't want me, not after what I just admitted...' Stephen thought as his heart sank rapidly. 'This is just a goodbye touch..' Although he thought that, he could still feel the small electric shocks shooting through him at her gentle touch.
"That doesn't matter..not to me." Stephen's head snapped up. She smiled gently at him. "What he has done, the sins he has committed and is paying for, has nothing to do with you. You are his son, but that doesn't mean you have to be like Angelus."
Stephen didn't miss the familiarity with which she spoke of Angel. He tilted his head. Dawn smiled gently.
"You know him." His tone was accusing. Dawn sighed and sank down onto the bed. Her hands fell to his.
"Angel has a few demons of his own, all go by the name of Angelus." She eased him down beside her on the bed. "But he is trying to make up for his crimes. He left my sister, who he is in love with, to save this world from the demon named Angelus." Stephen was hanging onto her every word. "He can not reach complete happiness or Angelus will come out to play.." A small shudder rippled through her as she recalled that terrifying side of her sister's love. As she spoke, he could feel himself drifting back to Connor Angel. The boy that had been so set on hearing of his father, meeting him and judging him for himself. Stephen argued with the ideals he had been taught by the man that had raised him. "While he is a good man, I'll let you judge for yourself." Stephen rewarded her with a nod. "So what would you like me to call you?"
"Stephen out in public, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to get used to Connor...so you can call me that in private.." Connor whispered. Dawn nodded. Her hand was absentmindly tracing his veins and the scars on his hand. He looked over at her.
"No matter what name you perfer, you're amazing," she promised. Connor smiled. She smiled back. "Ready to go to bed?" She asked. He laughed and nodded. As he cleared the bed of the new items, Dawn pulled the covers back.
"Goodnight," Dawn whispered as he climbed into bed beside her. Connor stuck his arm out and drew her closer to him. She blushed brightly and mumbled something against his chest that he didn't catch.
"Goodnight..." For a moment, both forgot about the intials on their arms and basked in one another's comfort. Slowly, they slipped into a content sleep.
Chapter Six-Amazed
Dawn's eyes widened as warmth ran through her veins like a gentle water. A small 'C.A.' slowly sank onto her wrist in black ink. Her eyes widened. She glanced up at Stephen to see him glancing down at his own arm.
Stephen blinked as he stared down at his wrist. A small 'D.S.' was imprinted on his arm. He could feel Dawn's long hair brush his arm as she leaned over to see. Her mouth fell open. Wordlessly, she extended her arm to him. He furrowed his brows as he saw the small 'C.A.' on her own arm. Instantly, Stephen knew. It was a representation of their names.
"Your real name is Connor Angel. You are the son of a monster." Holtz cruel words came back to him. "He will not want you. No one other than me will take you in. Your name is curse." He had spoken those words after Stephen had asked to return to his real father, to get to know him. It was the first seed of hatred for Connor and his father. At that moment, he stopped being Connor Angel and became Stephen Holtz.
Dawn stared up at Stephen's pale face with a concerned expression. His eyes were locked on her wrist. The intials bothered him. She covered her wrist with her hand. He tore his gaze away from her wrist and looked away from her. Dawn bit into her lip. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Stephen?" Her tone hurt him. 'So pleading..' He thought. He felt as if his heart was ripping at the seams. "Stephen, please look at me.." He turned his head relunctantly. Dawn fought off a gasp at the look in his eyes. Without second thought, Dawn threw herself into his arms.
Stephen was thankful for the distraction her warmth against his chest provided. He didn't want her to be looking at him when he departed what he had kept from her.
"Dawn...I haven't been fully honest about my name.." Her heart beat was even. She knew that already. "My real name is Connor Angel." Her heart beat hammered now. Disgust filled him, even she knew of his father. As if sensing that he wanted to leave, her grip on him tightened.
"Angel..as in Angel, Angel. Formally, Angelus-that Angel?"
"Yes," Dawn nearly cried at the tone of his voice. She pulled her head off of his chest. Her hands ran up his forearms and rested on his upper arm then back down in what she hoped was a comforting motion. Stephen tried to fight down the longing and want her touch invoked, but was quickly failing.
'She'll only push me away. She won't want me, not after what I just admitted...' Stephen thought as his heart sank rapidly. 'This is just a goodbye touch..' Although he thought that, he could still feel the small electric shocks shooting through him at her gentle touch.
"That doesn't matter..not to me." Stephen's head snapped up. She smiled gently at him. "What he has done, the sins he has committed and is paying for, has nothing to do with you. You are his son, but that doesn't mean you have to be like Angelus."
Stephen didn't miss the familiarity with which she spoke of Angel. He tilted his head. Dawn smiled gently.
"You know him." His tone was accusing. Dawn sighed and sank down onto the bed. Her hands fell to his.
"Angel has a few demons of his own, all go by the name of Angelus." She eased him down beside her on the bed. "But he is trying to make up for his crimes. He left my sister, who he is in love with, to save this world from the demon named Angelus." Stephen was hanging onto her every word. "He can not reach complete happiness or Angelus will come out to play.." A small shudder rippled through her as she recalled that terrifying side of her sister's love. As she spoke, he could feel himself drifting back to Connor Angel. The boy that had been so set on hearing of his father, meeting him and judging him for himself. Stephen argued with the ideals he had been taught by the man that had raised him. "While he is a good man, I'll let you judge for yourself." Stephen rewarded her with a nod. "So what would you like me to call you?"
"Stephen out in public, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to get used to Connor...so you can call me that in private.." Connor whispered. Dawn nodded. Her hand was absentmindly tracing his veins and the scars on his hand. He looked over at her.
"No matter what name you perfer, you're amazing," she promised. Connor smiled. She smiled back. "Ready to go to bed?" She asked. He laughed and nodded. As he cleared the bed of the new items, Dawn pulled the covers back.
"Goodnight," Dawn whispered as he climbed into bed beside her. Connor stuck his arm out and drew her closer to him. She blushed brightly and mumbled something against his chest that he didn't catch.
"Goodnight..." For a moment, both forgot about the intials on their arms and basked in one another's comfort. Slowly, they slipped into a content sleep.
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