Songfic type deal that I wrote for a guild of mine called 'What We Do.' Takes placed after the end of both shows, the group now living over the Hellmouth in Cleveland, Ohio. The song is a Boys Night Out Tune, from the Trainwreck album, with the same title. Enjoy.

Dreaming.

It was warm out. The windows were pushed opened as the two of them laid in bed together, still wrapped in each others arms despite the heat. The blankets were kicked to the bottom of the bed, clothes had been shed to the bare minimum in an effort to keep cool. Even the fan -- that was blowing mostly on Buffy -- wasn't enough to fight off the muggy climate and high temperatures of the June weather.

But that wasn't where Angel was at the moment. At least, that's not where he was inside of his head. Far off, in the destroyed town of Sunnydale, he was creeping the streets of an equally warm night, in an effort to chase something. Someone. He watched from above as he moved down a street, arms swinging loose at his sides, almost as if he didn't have a care in the world. Something was off, not right. As he passed a trash can, he knocked it over, boot kicking out to send the garbage rolling into the street. There was a muffed sob, a choke cry. A female voice. His prey. Who he was stalking.

On some nights you'll find me falling,
I am formless, I am shapeless,

Up ahead on the sidewalk was the crumpled form of his love, covered in her own blood and raggedly torn clothes. Out for a night of slaying, a night of patrolling the city streets to rid the world of one more evildoer. Of one more vampire. Why wasn't he helping her? He was moving forward slowly, almost as if he was enjoying the sight of her broken body crawling away on her hands and knees. Coming to stand beside her, his tall figure looming over her, the grin on his face didn't belong. It wasn't natural. One word could describe the vampire he was viewing; menacing.

And on some nights I'm better left alone.
You take it all in from some severed state of stasis.

Angel watched as another kick flew, this one coming roughly against the Slayer's stomach, knocking her off of all fours and flipping her over so she was on her back. The force of the blow had also sent her into the side of the building they were just in front of, her side slamming harshly into the brick front just below a large glass window.

"Buffy. Buff. Buffster. What's wrong, doll? You look like you're about to cry." Those were words he'd never say to her in a million years. If he had ever stumbled down a street and she was in the shape he was viewing her ass, he'd lift her into his arms, pull her against his chest, and whisper that things were going to be okay softly into her ear.

You scream 'wake up!' inside your own body, but
You're buried or suffocating. Or worse.

The blonde let out a grunt as the blow connected, another following as she hit the unforgiving brick beside her, sobs following afterwards. Blood was coming from her mouth now, dripping over her lips as she coughed out a terse "Fuck you," to the vampire. A soft 'tsking' noise came from him as he moved closer, crouching down so he was beside her. Fingers tangled themselves in locks of her hair, pulling her head up roughly. Savagely. In his sleep, Angel let go of the girl, rolling over onto his other side so his back was to her. He was soft murmuring as he the vision continued on.

Tonight I'm wrapped up in her,
We find each other under,
Blankets as warm as summer,
We are inseparable.

"Is that the proper way for a young lady such as yourself to speak? No, no, I don't think it is. You're going to have to be punished for that." With another harsh tug, he had forced her into a sitting position. His tongue snaked out, running softly against her chin and up to the corner of his lips, cleaning off the blood that was spilling out. In turn, she gathered up all the bloodied saliva she could, ready to spit it in his face. Sensing this, he slammed her back roughly against the store before she had a chance to follow through.

"Spitting now? I'm hurt. I thought we were friends?" Feigning that she had hurt his feeling, he placed a hand over his long-dead heart, pouting a bit. Standing slowly, he pulled her up with him, her back now against the cool window pane behind her. He was much taller than her, and with his fingers wrapped tightly around her neck, he held her up so not even the tips of her toes could touch the cement below.

Our bodies know what they're for,
And we give in, we explore,
Each other desperate for,
Something inseparable.

His sleep had been plagued with these dreams for the past few days, each one of them playing out the exact same way. Rolling over again to face her, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist. The Slayer moaned for him to be still, mostly out of it, but she shifted her position to push her back against his chest. Back in Sunnydale, his face had changed into that of his demon half.

"I told you that running was only going to make the punishment worse, but you didn't listen, did you? You had to go and try to get away from me. Must be a blonde thing -- too stupid for your own good." Just when she felt like she was going to black out from lack of air, eyes wide with fear, he turned slightly and tossed her body through the air. As if she wasn't beaten enough, the Slayer landed atop of a car windshield, breaking the glass slightly, her lungs frantically trying to fill themselves with air. With eerie speed, his knees were pressed against the metal, hands reaching up to pull her back across the cracked glass she was laying on. From this view, he would be upside-down to her.

This coma kiss is infinite,
And I make take your tongue if you stay.
We are this dream -- fluid and intricate,
We made it that way.
Every nightmare needs an influence.
Your body turning blue as you lay
Directly next to me one, colors this one
In bluish hues and darker grays.

"I'd tell you that this is goin' to hurt me more than it is you, but...well. That's a lie. This is going to hurt you a hell of a lot more than it ever will me, blondie." Another evil smirk graced his contorted features as his head lowered. Pulling on her hair again, the vampire forced her head to the side, his lips pressing up against her soft, warm flesh. Angel could see that the fight was beaten from her, her eyes closed, tears rolling down her cheeks as he himself loomed over her broken body. From this angle, the bite was awkward, but thorough enough so that when his pearly white fangs broke the skin, she started sobbing again, begging and pleading for him to stop. Back in the real world, his angelic features had also changed, not realizing that he had taken his vampiric form in his slumber. A soft sigh tore itself from his throat, the unneeded breath of air heavy against the back of Buffy's neck. Like in the dream, he had worked his face closer to her head, almost to the point where he was sitting up.

Everyday when I awake,
I'm shaking or worse.
Tonight it's worse,
Tonight the screaming hurts.

Pulling away from her slowly, he stood once more towering over the defeated teenager, bringing an arm up to his mouth to use the sleeve of his coat to clean the excess fluid from his mouth. Licking his lips, his face had changed back to his human mask now, arm lowering. There was a dark, crimson stain on his duster now, something that'd remind him of the Slayer.

"Mmm.." The fingers of his right hand reached out, brushing a lock of hair from her face. The silver rings adorning his digits gleamed in the light from the street lamp glowing above, cleaning the blood carefully from her face. She looked beautiful, her breaths becoming fewer and far between now, growing more shallow by the second. Bringing his free hand up, his teeth gently bit into his left wrist, drawing blood from himself. His pale skin pushed against her cracked lips, the liquid coming from him moving over the dried blood that had caked on her lower tier. Almost on instinct, the girl didn't swallow, trying to fight it. "C'mon...drink up, lover." There was nothing she could do to fight it, having to swallow the mouthful she was given if she wanted to continue to breathe. It would only be a matter of time before it took effect, and she would rise from the dead to walk beside him. A creature of the night. A vampire.

So this is what has become
Of everything that I loved,
The betrayal and the blood
Became inseparable.

His eyes snapped open, his lips were parted and pressed softly against the nape of her neck, elongated teeth trailing along her tanned flesh. Pushing himself back quickly in an attempt to put distance between their bodies, he fell over the side of the bed, taking the sheet with him. It pooled in his lap as he sat on the floor, yellow hued eyes looking around the room quickly. Fortunately enough for him, the girl hadn't stirred a bit at him leaving the bed or all the noise he'd made in his fall. The rest of the night was spent in a chair on the other side of the room, head lowered, forehead resting in his hands, elbows on his knees. When Buffy awoke the next morning, he'd already be gone, having chosen to head back to his place. Angel wouldn't be there to kiss her good-bye before she left for work that morning.

From the most beautiful nightmare I've ever had;
Completely inseparable.