the world held its breath (skittles)
This is a dream fic, as in it came to me in a dream. (duh.) The setting is from the Skittles commercial with the gargoyles, except this is actually rain. The girl, Irene is from a MasterCard commercial they show in Canada. The blond is Buffy. The moral is, that whenever Buffy and Angel are together, the universe falls apart and people start dying. (Their that perfect for each other.) For Shirlz and Julia. Very short, part I of my Hell's Torture Series.
The
night was absolutely beautiful. The stars shone brightly through the light rain
that had driven most of the people indoors. There were no fears of the night here. Irene pulled Angel away from the
bridge overlooking the river, then danced across the cobblestone street, her
curly red hair spreading out around her in all directions.
Angel
laughed. It was wonderful being out here, it was like they had the whole world o
themselves. Even the stone gargoyles on the walls didn't seem so scornful that
day, like not even the rain could wash away the mood.
Irene
pulled her cap on her head firmly, lest it's soggy weight fly off her head. She danced back in Angel's direction and took his hand again, and this
time he danced with her.
The
world swirled around the two in a comfortable whirl, and aged colors running
into each other. The stars above
them seemed to bleed together like white rings on a deep sapphire sky… Angel
let go of one of Irene's hands, and she let it fly out around her, giggling
girlishly. The world finally stopped and settled still around them again. Irene
collapsed into Angel's hands, both of them laughing. The redhead laced her arm
threw his, and each of them walked down the wet stone streets back to there
apartment.
Angel
felt Irene's arm tighten around his, and looked into her green eye's
questioningly. She was looking past
him. "It's one of those vampire's," she said, her lovely voice laced
with contemplated. Angel turned and saw what was causing his love so much grief.
Him and the rest of the world caught its breath.
Sitting
on the grubby street corner, watching them, was a slight, dirty blond. Her
eye's changed color as he watched, like cloud shadows over a spruce forest.
Her long blond hair was matted with dirt and grime from the streets, and she was
kneeling in a dirty little puddle. She was glaring at him like all hate,
although there was a tiny unspoken question in her ever-changing eye's. The
rags she wore where not enough to keep her from freezing, even in the warm rain.
She shivered under his amber gaze. Angel was oddly entranced.
Irene
tugged his sleeve, but it did little to pull him from his daze. "Dear, lets go
home. It's getting late."
Angel
turned around to face his love, painfully pulling his gaze from the dirty little
girl. "Are you scared of her?"
Irene
glanced past him again. "Yes, I am. " she admitted. "Vampire's can't
be trusted." She nodded past him. "Especially not a whore like her."
Angel
turned back at the girl. Her head crooked like she found him interesting some
how "I recognize her from somewhere…" Angel whispered softly. A former
life, maybe? It was just something about her small face that caught something in
the back of his mind. Not thinking, her let go of Irene and took a step forward.
"Where
are you going?" Irene demanded nervously. "Maybe that's not a good idea,
Angel." Angel ignored her plea's and left her side, crossing the small gap
between him and the little wretch.
The
blond reached out a tentative hand towards him. Angel caught it gently, and let
her hand explore up his wrist, and turned back to Irene. "See? She's probably more afraid of you then you are of her." He
turned back at her and caught her gaze again. Her eye's changed, from blue to
green to violet, then to a dead black that seemed to swallow him whole…
"Angel?"
Irene got no response. "Angel!"
Angel
never realized as the little vampire wench lunged forward at him, nor as the
world ripped open and swallowed them both. He never heard Irene scream as her
and the rest of his artificial world fell to ashes.
And the world breathed.