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FFA: Connor/Rita Skeeter
Note: Set after Angel Season 5.
A/N: Uses American lingo.
When she had cornered this particular boy for an interview she had been expecting to write all about his tragic past (tear-jerkers sold extremely well) and how if only some nice witch had come and taken him away it could have all been avoided. Someone should have warned her.
In the back of her mind, Rita Skeeter noticed the Quick Quotes Quill was still writing. She listened dazedly as Connor Angel continued his tale.
“…and then after I gutted it, it just kept running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I mean, it did have
its head cut off, but chickens usually don’t drag what’s left of their intestines around too. When it finally
died, getting the blood out of my clothes took days
, because it bled all over me when I had to get my dagger out of it – I have it right here if you want to see?”
“That’s all right dear,” Rita said, shakily, “Perhaps you could tell me about your other father?”
“Which other father? When I met up with Angel – that’s my vampire dad – again, he ripped this guy in half when he saved me, my second mom, and my third dad – the second human one - from these demons some wizard sent.”
“On second thought, I think I need to wrap this up,” Rita said, deciding she needed to get out of there before her lunch came back in an unpleasant way.
Connor’s face fell, “But I haven’t even told you about my daughter.”
Rita’s gaze sharpened. Illegitimate children always made for great stories. “Daughter?”
“Jasmine, the Goddess my surrogate mother gave birth to full grown.”
She couldn’t bear to listen any longer. With a pop, Rita apparated to her London home. Her whole body sagged with relief. She’d stick to wizards from now on, thank you, juiciest story since Harry Potter be damned.
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