Title:
Fear/Love
Author: Sarah
Feedback: Love it,
please leave it. . .positive or negative
Pairing:
Angel/Collins. . .of course
Word Count: 208
Rating:
R
Genre: Angst
Summary: Angel has a nightmare
and remembers what she has.
Notes: This scared me when I
wrote it, but maybe I'm a wimp.
Special Thanks: To
scotsinkilts
for reading, offering opinions, and just putting up with my
sht.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Mentions/Descriptions
of rape.
Disclaimer: Don't own, couldn't afford.
There
were eyes, cold blue ones.
Hands which pulled at her clothes,
threw her to the ground.
Pain as her tights tore; her knees
meeting asphalt.
Words shouted in anger.
Her eyes burned with
unshed tears, lips tried to plead for mercy.
The sound of a
zipper.
Her tights pulled roughly away.
Skirt pushed over her
back.
Hands gripped her hips.
PAIN!
Someone was
screaming.
Throat raw,
Hand clamping over mouth.
Muffled.
The
screamer was her.
Left panting,
Clothes tattered,
In
pain,
Unable to walk.
Hatred.
Anger.
Fear.
Pain.
She
awoke with a start, surprised to find herself in her own warm bed,
instead of that cold, wet alleyway. Feeling warmth beside her, she
reached over and touched warm soft skin, not cold concrete, and she
remembered the declarations of love both had made the night before,
remembered the gentle way he had made love to her, images coming back
in soft flashes. She smiled and knew that this was the way it was
meant to be.
Soft.
Sweet.
Gentle.
Loving.
Still
smiling, she settled into his arms burying her face into his chest.
He moaned a little in his sleep and tightened his arms around her,
murmuring her name. Her eyes closed. The nightmares were over; they
wouldn't be back.