The Night Falls

Revelations

At that very moment Diane walked the compound, whilst Damon was cleaning his hands and changing his shirt.

"Actually dear," Diane said as she entered the courtyard. She was smiling kindly at the boy, although the rest of her face seemed tired and agitated. "It was a talent of your mothers. Her great grandfather and my father were close friends, my father put a spell on the bloodline to keep them safe in the days before the first Fey Wars." She came up to Connor and lightly touched his cheek.

"Did you know my mother?" Connor asked in disbelief.

"I think it's best if we go someplace to talk alone, while Damon speaks with Miss Claire." She smiled and nodded to Kora. "He is washing up, he will be with you in a moment deary." She then led Connor off into the parlor, closing the doors behind them. She waved her hand out into the room and mumbled some spell under her breath.

"So how did you know my mother?" Connor asked, he walked over to the bar behind the couches and poured Diane a drink.

"I have been in this city for a long time Connor." Diane said as she sat slowly down in a chair. "I knew both of your parents well. I was even there when you were born my boy."

"I never knew that." Connor said as he crossed the room and handed Diane her drink. "How did you know my father? Who was he?"

"First, what do you know of your father?" Diane asked, taking a slow drink from her glass. "Did your mother ever tell you about him?"

"I told you what she told me Diane." Connor sighed. "He had blue eyes and dark hair and he was tall and kind."

"Connor, don't you know anyone with that description?" Diane hinted, leaning back in her chair. "Someone close to you."

"What are you trying to say Diane?" Connor asked, a little frustrated. "Damon matches that description but he doesn't have kids! You know that."

"Your father never knew about your birth Connor." Diane said with a sigh. "His family fled to Tibet after his mother died."

"Damon went to Tibet when he was 17..." Connor said thinking hard. "Are you saying that Damon Monroe is my father?"

"I think you know the answer to that." Diane said with a small smile. "Search your heart Connor, you know the answer."

"Damon..." Connor said in disbelief. "Why did you wait until now to tell me Diane? Does he know?"

"He does not know." Diane sighed. "The man who killed your mother was in fact Fey. He killed Damon's mother as well."

"So telling him could destroy him." Connor said, putting his face in his hands. "If I tell him, it would torture him for years."

"Possibly." Diane said setting her glass down on a coffee table. "He knows how your mother died, and how the love of his life died. But he doesn't know they are one in the same."

"That's why you never told either of us..." Connor said, tears trying to surface in his eyes but he forced them back. "You don't want Damon to seek revenge. You don't want to hurt him."

"You both have worked so hard for this city to be your home. I could not take his home from him." Diane said slowly. "You have seen horror in this city, I thought it right to show you some of the good that's left in it. Your father has shown you the good within yourself. He is a good man."

"I know." Connor smiled slightly for a moment. "We cannot tell him. Ever. He mustn't know that he has a son."
"Do with this what you will my boy." Diane smiled as she stood. "I must be off. Hopefully these truths can help with the nightmares."

"Goodnight Diane." Connor said, he didn't stand, he stayed sitting as he looked down at the carpet. Behind his eyelids flashed with each blink the memory of the dark figure who walked away from the crash. He had looked back once as he walked away, Connor remembered the glow of his silver eyes... He looked up when Damon and Kora walked into the room.

"What's up?" Damon asked concerned. "Diane used something to soundproof the room when she was in here."

"It's nothing Damon." Connor said, his voice was serious and his eyes were dark. "There's something I have to do." He stood and went to leave the room.

"Connor, can it wait until morning?" Damon asked, he lightly placed his hand on Connor's shoulder. "You look like you could use some rest."

"I will be back in an hour or two." Connor said, trying to calm himself for a moment. "There's just something I need to do tonight."

"Do you want me to come along?" Damon asked, his blue eyes looked tired, but sincere.

"No." Connor sighed. "I have to do this alone." Without another word, Connor walked out into the courtyard, he held out a hand making his coat fly to his hand. He quickly shrugged his coat on and walked out the front door of the compound.

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The wind blew about the street as the storm brewed on the backroad in the bayou. Lightning struck the center of the road and Connor stepped out of the flash. His eyes glowing a faint red he walked a few feet down the road. He looked at the weathered tire tracks in the road and the indent in the tree where his mother's car had hit as it rolled.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he touched the scar in the tree. He fought them back as he muttered a spell to take him back to that night. "Resunda travere beloche tredazen."

He saw the world around him shift as he turned around. He saw his mother's car and felt the rain. He walked over to the wreckage of the other car. Within it, a man's crumpled body slowly healed itself. The man stepped from the car, his eyes glowing a vibrant silver. His features were all too familiar. This man was no man. He was a necromancer, a deceiver who hides within the city, posing as a witch elder in the french quarter.

"You?" Connor said in disbelief as the images clicked in his mind. The face was so familiar. It was the face of one of Hank Ellicott's trusted elders. Gaius Delamont.

Connor's spell dropped as a car sped close to him, nearly clipping the blond's kneecap. He turned and disappeared as the car stopped on the side of the road.

Within an instant, Connor landed on the balcony outside of his room. He sighed when he noticed his mentor sitting at the desk in the corner. "I told you I wanted to go alone." Connor sighed as he stepped into the room. He shrugged his jacket off and threw it on the bedpost.

"I never said I wouldn't check in after you got home." Damon said, closing the journal he was writing in. "You know you can trust me with anything."

"Diane helped me with my mother's case." Connor sighed, leaning against the foot of the bed. "Are we going into town tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow after lunch." Damon said, standing slowly. "You're not ready to talk about it, I assume."

Connor simply nodded, he took off his t shirt and tossed it into his hamper. "I want to chase this lead down on my own."

"Well, that's your choice." Damon sighed, he put his hand on the younger spellcaster's back. "I suggest you sleep tonight, you've used enough energy tonight."

"I know Damon." Connor turned and embraced his master. "I'll see you in the morning Damon."

"Just rest Connor." Damon said with a smile as he hugged Connor back. "We're going to hit the shops for Kora after lunch, then I need you to scout out her old street. I don't trust Hank not to retaliate for today's events."

Connor nodded as he stepped back towards his desk, he tossed his journal onto the bed. "I'm gonna hit the shower before bed. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight." Damon said with a smile as he walked out into the hall and down to his room.