Dream of Me
Author: Wiggins241
Email: lilerika721@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and those guys. If I owned them Buffy and Angel would be riding into the sunset because Angel got his reward of Shanshu. Timeline: Buffy Season 5/ Angel Season 2
Distribution: If you want it that would be great, except ask me first please.
Feedback: Pretty pretty please! I want to know if I said continue this.
A.N.: This is my fist fanfic that I wrote, and I don't know when I'll update, but I'll try as often as I can.
Part One
Galway 1753
In the center of the small village, two drunken men were thrown out of the pub. A petite blonde form watched from the shadows as the dark haired man talked to his friend who looked close to passing out.
"Come on. We'll sneak in and take some of me father's silver. He'll never miss it. He eats with his hands, the pig," scoffs the loud Irishman.
The blond stepped out of the shadows into the candlelit street as she watched him look around after his friend past out onto the street. Her eyes caught his for a second before she turned and walked into an alley out of view.
Liam, always the curious young man, followed the beautiful lady into the alley. When he got to the entrance, he stopped and looked at the petite blonde that had her back turned toward him.
Putting a finger to his lips in for a second as if pondering something, he says in an Irish brogue, "So, I'd ask myself... What's a lady of your station doing alone in an alley with the reputation that this one has?"
"Maybe you caught my eye", the blonde replied coyly.
Liam grinned and said, "In that case, I'd offer myself as escort to while away the dull hours."
She turned towards him and asked, "Are you positive you're up to the challenge?"
Liam smiled and approached her with a slight leer saying, "Milady, you'll find that with the exception of an honest day's work, there's no challenge I'm not prepared to face."
When he was finally in front of her, he looked down into her sparkling hazel eyes and brushed his fingers across her cheek and said softly, "Oh... But you're a pretty thing. Where ye from?"
She held his gaze and replied smiling, "Everywhere."
Looking down at her, he whispered, "I've never been anywhere myself. Always wanted to see the world, but." he trailed off.
Seeing this as an opportunity, she replied, "I could show you."
Intrigued at this lady's offer, he asked, "Could ye, then?"
"Things you've never seen, never even heard of." Excitement dancing in his eyes he stated, "Sounds exciting."
"It is. And frightening."
"I'm not afraid. Show me. Show me your world."
Buffy looked at him, this very handsome young man. Victory filling her heart, she whispered while closing her eyes, "Close your eyes."
Obeying her immediately he closed his eyes, awaiting what was to happen. As his eyes were closed he remembered that he did not know this beautiful lady's name.
Putting her hand to his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath, she could feel his heart pounding in anticipation. Moving her hand to his shoulder, she changed into her true face and started to lean in. She was a breath away from his neck when she heard him whisper, eyes still closed, "Your name, lass?"
Placing a kiss on his exposed neck, she said "Buffy" before biting into the warm flesh.
***************
In the Hyperion hotel, the dark-haired vampire with a soul, Angel, awoke form his dream with a gasp of unneeded air. His hand automatically flew to his neck feeling for the nonexistent bite. Feeling just his smooth skin, he looked around his dark bedroom in confusion as he tried to puzzle out his dream.
Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes he got out of bed, and pulled on a pair of boxers that hung low on his hips.
Walking toward the little kitchenette in his suite, he pulled out a glass and filled it with blood before putting it in the microwave to warm it. While waiting for the microwave to beep, his mind drifted back to his dream. It was strange, that's for sure. It was the night of his siring, and yet not. There were similarities and differences in the responses, yet the biggest difference was there was Buffy instead of Darla.
Hearing the microwave go off, he took out the glass and started to drink, as he heard the sounds of his friends below in the lobby, now turned office.
Casually sipping from the glass, closing his eyes, he thought back to the dream and the sensations. Being thrown out of the pub because he was penniless. Looking toward the side, only to see this beautiful woman and follow her in hopes of a night of passion. The excitement he felt at a chance of getting out of the small village to see the world he never thought he'd see. The soft, silky skin of his love as his fingers brushed her cheek. The smell of sweet vanilla as he moved closer toward her. The anticipation as he closed his eyes, waiting for what she would do. The feel of her small hand on his chest his shoulder. The pain as her fangs pricked his skin, yet there was a perverted sense of pleasure he felt as she sucked his blood, his life. Then he was barely coherent as she pushed his head towards the bleeding cut on her bosom. The taste of her powerful blood as it slid down his throat.going down so smoothly.
He was pulled out of his daydream by a shout from downstairs, which he recognized as Wesley and Cordelia bickering. Maybe he was just thinking about Buffy so much. It wasn't uncommon for him to dream of her, but this was the first time she was associated with something in his past that she wasn't apart of. It must be missing her so much. Satisfied with his conclusion he put the empty glass in the sink, then looked down and groaned as he saw what resulted of reliving the sensations from his dream.
"Dammit." With that said he went to take a cold shower before heading to face his friends.
TBC...
Author: Wiggins241
Email: lilerika721@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and those guys. If I owned them Buffy and Angel would be riding into the sunset because Angel got his reward of Shanshu. Timeline: Buffy Season 5/ Angel Season 2
Distribution: If you want it that would be great, except ask me first please.
Feedback: Pretty pretty please! I want to know if I said continue this.
A.N.: This is my fist fanfic that I wrote, and I don't know when I'll update, but I'll try as often as I can.
Part One
Galway 1753
In the center of the small village, two drunken men were thrown out of the pub. A petite blonde form watched from the shadows as the dark haired man talked to his friend who looked close to passing out.
"Come on. We'll sneak in and take some of me father's silver. He'll never miss it. He eats with his hands, the pig," scoffs the loud Irishman.
The blond stepped out of the shadows into the candlelit street as she watched him look around after his friend past out onto the street. Her eyes caught his for a second before she turned and walked into an alley out of view.
Liam, always the curious young man, followed the beautiful lady into the alley. When he got to the entrance, he stopped and looked at the petite blonde that had her back turned toward him.
Putting a finger to his lips in for a second as if pondering something, he says in an Irish brogue, "So, I'd ask myself... What's a lady of your station doing alone in an alley with the reputation that this one has?"
"Maybe you caught my eye", the blonde replied coyly.
Liam grinned and said, "In that case, I'd offer myself as escort to while away the dull hours."
She turned towards him and asked, "Are you positive you're up to the challenge?"
Liam smiled and approached her with a slight leer saying, "Milady, you'll find that with the exception of an honest day's work, there's no challenge I'm not prepared to face."
When he was finally in front of her, he looked down into her sparkling hazel eyes and brushed his fingers across her cheek and said softly, "Oh... But you're a pretty thing. Where ye from?"
She held his gaze and replied smiling, "Everywhere."
Looking down at her, he whispered, "I've never been anywhere myself. Always wanted to see the world, but." he trailed off.
Seeing this as an opportunity, she replied, "I could show you."
Intrigued at this lady's offer, he asked, "Could ye, then?"
"Things you've never seen, never even heard of." Excitement dancing in his eyes he stated, "Sounds exciting."
"It is. And frightening."
"I'm not afraid. Show me. Show me your world."
Buffy looked at him, this very handsome young man. Victory filling her heart, she whispered while closing her eyes, "Close your eyes."
Obeying her immediately he closed his eyes, awaiting what was to happen. As his eyes were closed he remembered that he did not know this beautiful lady's name.
Putting her hand to his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath, she could feel his heart pounding in anticipation. Moving her hand to his shoulder, she changed into her true face and started to lean in. She was a breath away from his neck when she heard him whisper, eyes still closed, "Your name, lass?"
Placing a kiss on his exposed neck, she said "Buffy" before biting into the warm flesh.
***************
In the Hyperion hotel, the dark-haired vampire with a soul, Angel, awoke form his dream with a gasp of unneeded air. His hand automatically flew to his neck feeling for the nonexistent bite. Feeling just his smooth skin, he looked around his dark bedroom in confusion as he tried to puzzle out his dream.
Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes he got out of bed, and pulled on a pair of boxers that hung low on his hips.
Walking toward the little kitchenette in his suite, he pulled out a glass and filled it with blood before putting it in the microwave to warm it. While waiting for the microwave to beep, his mind drifted back to his dream. It was strange, that's for sure. It was the night of his siring, and yet not. There were similarities and differences in the responses, yet the biggest difference was there was Buffy instead of Darla.
Hearing the microwave go off, he took out the glass and started to drink, as he heard the sounds of his friends below in the lobby, now turned office.
Casually sipping from the glass, closing his eyes, he thought back to the dream and the sensations. Being thrown out of the pub because he was penniless. Looking toward the side, only to see this beautiful woman and follow her in hopes of a night of passion. The excitement he felt at a chance of getting out of the small village to see the world he never thought he'd see. The soft, silky skin of his love as his fingers brushed her cheek. The smell of sweet vanilla as he moved closer toward her. The anticipation as he closed his eyes, waiting for what she would do. The feel of her small hand on his chest his shoulder. The pain as her fangs pricked his skin, yet there was a perverted sense of pleasure he felt as she sucked his blood, his life. Then he was barely coherent as she pushed his head towards the bleeding cut on her bosom. The taste of her powerful blood as it slid down his throat.going down so smoothly.
He was pulled out of his daydream by a shout from downstairs, which he recognized as Wesley and Cordelia bickering. Maybe he was just thinking about Buffy so much. It wasn't uncommon for him to dream of her, but this was the first time she was associated with something in his past that she wasn't apart of. It must be missing her so much. Satisfied with his conclusion he put the empty glass in the sink, then looked down and groaned as he saw what resulted of reliving the sensations from his dream.
"Dammit." With that said he went to take a cold shower before heading to face his friends.
TBC...