Let's Stay Together
PG-13/NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Simple as that.
Dedicated to Amanda and Adelyn.
Author's Note: This is a challenge I plucked off from the net. I'm doing the higher rating first, because it'd be so much easier… Cuss words and all.
Prologue
Her body thrashed about, tossing and turning in the bed as rain pelted down like strange darts and lightning flashed, turning night into day.
She was standing alone in the desert, just rocks strewn around, hardly any vegetation except for a few scrubs stuffed here and there. Hot air blew past her face as she walked around slowly. She called out for someone, but her voice was a silent sound. However, she remained clam.
Instinctively, she turned around, and saw her dark, mysterious love, walking towards her in broad daylight. The heat was so scorching, that it felt real enough for her to feel it pricking at her skin. It was a surprise that the vampire did not disintegrate to ash.
She knew she had called his name, but he kept moving towards her. The closer he got, the faster her heart beat. When her hands reached out, however, cold swept through her as he did the same; he walked right through her.
Slowly, she turned, retracting her arm. She called out for him again, but he hadn't noticed, instead reaching out for another woman to kiss. The surroundings melted from a bright desert into a dark house, the only source of light being the fire crackling in the heath.
The face revealed were demonic, eyes glowing feral yellow. The horrid smile filled with razor-sharp fangs adorned the face of the woman whom she recognised instantly: Darla. Uncontrollably, she began to cry at their feet. Why, she had no idea. When she looked up from her hands, he had disappeared, only Darla coming toward her in a gentle glide. Darla held out a hand for her, and she reluctantly took it, then fell into the vampiress in an embrace.
When she pulled back, her hands were covered in blood, and the handle of a knife was jutting out of her abdomen. Darla reached forward, readying to twist the knife ---
"Angel!" she cried out, eyes flying open. Buffy sat up, one hand to her forehead and the other to the area below her navel as she leaned back on the headboard. Angel was missing, as she dreamt. Disappeared. She curled even more as she cleared the continuous flow of tears from the hazel eyes she possessed, huddling up in the corner, quietly rocking herself to calmness.
Thunder cracked a final time before the lamp's bulb blew out.
PG-13/NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Simple as that.
Dedicated to Amanda and Adelyn.
Author's Note: This is a challenge I plucked off from the net. I'm doing the higher rating first, because it'd be so much easier… Cuss words and all.
Prologue
Her body thrashed about, tossing and turning in the bed as rain pelted down like strange darts and lightning flashed, turning night into day.
She was standing alone in the desert, just rocks strewn around, hardly any vegetation except for a few scrubs stuffed here and there. Hot air blew past her face as she walked around slowly. She called out for someone, but her voice was a silent sound. However, she remained clam.
Instinctively, she turned around, and saw her dark, mysterious love, walking towards her in broad daylight. The heat was so scorching, that it felt real enough for her to feel it pricking at her skin. It was a surprise that the vampire did not disintegrate to ash.
She knew she had called his name, but he kept moving towards her. The closer he got, the faster her heart beat. When her hands reached out, however, cold swept through her as he did the same; he walked right through her.
Slowly, she turned, retracting her arm. She called out for him again, but he hadn't noticed, instead reaching out for another woman to kiss. The surroundings melted from a bright desert into a dark house, the only source of light being the fire crackling in the heath.
The face revealed were demonic, eyes glowing feral yellow. The horrid smile filled with razor-sharp fangs adorned the face of the woman whom she recognised instantly: Darla. Uncontrollably, she began to cry at their feet. Why, she had no idea. When she looked up from her hands, he had disappeared, only Darla coming toward her in a gentle glide. Darla held out a hand for her, and she reluctantly took it, then fell into the vampiress in an embrace.
When she pulled back, her hands were covered in blood, and the handle of a knife was jutting out of her abdomen. Darla reached forward, readying to twist the knife ---
"Angel!" she cried out, eyes flying open. Buffy sat up, one hand to her forehead and the other to the area below her navel as she leaned back on the headboard. Angel was missing, as she dreamt. Disappeared. She curled even more as she cleared the continuous flow of tears from the hazel eyes she possessed, huddling up in the corner, quietly rocking herself to calmness.
Thunder cracked a final time before the lamp's bulb blew out.