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Chapter 7

Angel got home worn-out; it'd been a long day… he seemed to just be so emotionally drained lately. The meeting with the Senator had gone really well and he was pleased that Liza had taken charge. Not that it had been necessary, but hopefully she hadn't noticed that.

He knew and was aware that he could have taken the meeting without Wes' or Liza's help, but it had worked out for him to be able to ruin her dinner plans, which was all he wanted. Yeah, that had been kind of evil of him, but he couldn't find it in him to care.

He smiled… What was he doing…? He wasn't like this was he? The jealous type of guy… especially to a girl he had no right to…

He sighed… sleep… what he needed to get right now, was sleep…

/

Months passed and the undeniable attraction between Isis and Angel was growing with every passing day. They both were fighting to keep away from the other as just being in each others' presence or in the same room, made the reasons they had to push the other away, fall away not seeming important enough.

Isis thought restraint was her best option after that night before the meeting.

Angel hadn't quite been able to figure out what to do yet, he'd been torn inside and until he chose, he knew he'd continue to be torn…

/

One night Isis was sleeping, she began to have an odd dream. Its setting seemed to be during Egyptian times, she was walking along a hallway inside a temple. The walls were marked in hieroglyphic script and paintings of princesses and pharaohs. They seemed to move as she walked by, she felt dizzy and confused.

She finally in her dream reached a rock door with a hieroglyphic of a woman wearing a headdress of a shaped like throne, her hands extended to the sides like wings, carrying various items on her arms. Under it in Egyptian language there was a message, she reached to touch it and the letters shifted to English writing stating "Behold the entrance to the temple of the goddess Isis."

She looked down at her dress attire and she noticed that she was now wearing a gold dress that showed her legs from the knees down, in strapped sandals, and beautiful jewels around her arms, neck, and fingers. The door opened to her slowly she walked in and there was a large mirror like wall, she saw herself in this strange outfit and make-up.

A vague presence of a floating spirit next to a worship altar was waiting for her, the spirit gestured her to come closer. She did… as she got closer she recognized her mother smiling at her, she ran towards her she tried to speak but nothing came out.

The woman finally after a moment, spoke, "Sweet Isis Elizabeth… I've been expecting you my daughter."

"But…" Liza began confused, "you're… dead, how? Why?"

"All in time will be answered my sweet, all you need to know now is that you are finally ready."

"Ready?" she questioned, "But… ready for what mama?"

"I wish I'd been alive to tell you all about our family history and what this calling entails. We don't have a lot of time; someone is coming, so I'll tell you what is most important. We are descendants of the goddess Isis, goddess of motherhood, magic, fertility, and of power over the underworld. Our duty is to help keep the balance between all that is good and evil."

"What?"

"Yes, you'll need to speak with your aunt Ilona she will fill in the rest of what you need to know. I left you some diaries, she will have them. Anytime you need to speak to me… search inside you" she touched the ring on her hand shaped like an oval with horns, "and I will come to you."

She began to disappear.

"But… mama… mama…?" She was gone, tears ran down her cheeks. The setting began to change again, she seemed to be sitting by a tree in a cemetery, and she noticed she was now wearing jeans and a jacket. Her hair seemed to be blonde and she was in the embrace of a man.

This was not her dream, she assured herself, and it felt like a memory of some kind. She pushed the thought aside; it didn't matter, being in this embrace made her feel safe, loved. She suddenly felt her body move without her wanting it to.

/

Angel looked around his surroundings confused, Egypt? He thought were am I? He began to walk towards a door ahead, light peering in from the other side; he heard talking… too far to make out what they were saying. He got closer and then her heard crying and a female voice that he recognize yell, "Mama? Mama?" His mind caught up, it was Isis, he ran inside the room and everything began to change.

He was in the cemetery, holding in a tight embrace a woman, he looked to find out who he was holding and saw blonde hair… Buffy? He thought.

She turned to face who was holding her, Angel? She thought shocked and surprised, what is he… suddenly she spoke words as if from a script, like she was meant to say them, "How's forever? Does forever work for you?" Then he gazed at her with a look that she had never seen and her lips were soon on his tenderly kissing him at first then it quickly turned passionate.

She resisted from the kiss at first, this just couldn't be real, but her need to have him was greater and she gave in, kissed him lustfully. She let her body react to the moment, felt a heat take her making her melt.

He quickly recognized the setting of when he'd seen Buffy after her mother's funeral. He dreaded the question she'd asked that he knew the answer to be No, and then she asked, "Does forever work for you?" he was silent, he could not answer her, hurt her when that was impossible. She was soon then kissing him, just like he remembered he thought happily.

Then something changed, the kiss seemed unfamiliar and became intense, needy, he decided not to care it didn't feel like Buffy and gave in to it. It began to ignite fire in him; parts of his body began to wake.

She was beginning to hit the point of no return, so she stopped and pulled away… slowly. Eyes closed, she whispered against his lips, "Angel…this… us… it can't…" she sighed.

Angel's mind suddenly began to grasp reality, this wasn't… Why was he here? He thought. She began to pull away and began to speak. This woman spoke his name with such emotion and vulnerability… then he heard "us, it can't…" and she sighed against him. He opened his eyes shocked, "Isis!" he questioned.

She was still in his embrace very near his lips; there was silence between them, and then something changed. He became alarmed and her name escaped his lips in surprise. She opened her eyes and his showed fright. She felt deeply saddened, it wasn't her he thought he was kissing, "Angel… I'm sor…." and she woke. She looked around, emotions running through her. She was alone in bed, "it was just a dream? But it felt so real… how could?" She grabbed the phone and began dialing.

"Ciao, Ms. Bianchi speaking…" Ilona answered.

"Aunt Ilo? Its Isis... we need to talk."

/

Angel woke up startled, "Isis?" He looked around noticing that he was back in his room his bed. What had happened, had she really been in his dream or had he somehow ended up in hers? He rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. It had felt so real… but why had he thought he'd seen Buffy, and then it was Isis, how… why… could they be somehow linked? He would have to talk to Wes first thing in the morning; he needed to find out the meaning of this.