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So I'd been keeping pretty busy at the Crashdown today. The first five hours of my shift were so busy that I'd barely had time to pee, but it finally slowed down enough that I could take a break. I headed into the kitchen the kitchen to grab some food and this is what I walked into.
"Isabel!" Max looks really pissed off. "I told you no dreamwalking. Especially on him."
"Come on Max. Aren't you even a little bit curious about what I saw? I mean it was really strange."
"Um, hi guys," I interject. "I don't mean to interrupt but what the hell are you doing back here?"
"Oh Liz said we could come back here. Max and I needed to talk in private. You know, alien stuff." Isabel stops for a moment and then she gets that look on her face. You know the look. It's the look that screams, I have an idea. Yup. That look. "Hey Maria, would you tell Max that a little dreamwalking never hurt anyone? I mean it didn't hurt you did it?"
"Nah. I was only traumatized for a few short days. No permanent scarring. So who'd ya dreamwalk? I heard you say him. Was it Angel? I wouldn't blame you if you did him." I pause to consider my choice of words. "And didn't that come out wrong. But anyway. He's so tall, dark and broody. Hey Max! You should be curious about what she saw. He's you!"
"Maria. You're not helping at all." Uh oh. Max is pointing his stern face at me.
"Sorry Max."
"But Ma-ax," Isabel whines. "I can't undo what I did so aren't you the least bit curious about what I saw? It was kind of creepy. And after all that we've seen it takes a lot to creep me out. I think it might mean something."
He knows that he'll never win this argument, so Max finally concedes. "Fine. Tell me. Just let it be known that I don't approve of your actions."
"Yeah, yeah." She turns to me and her best important voice says, "Let the record reflect that Max doesn't approve. Yaddy, yadda, ya."
With a quick nod of my head, I consent. "So noted."
"So anyway. Let me first say that Angel? Crazy strange sleep patterns that boy. I tried to get in three times last night and nothing. Nada. Zilch."
"Whatever Is. Just get on with it."
"Would you shut up Max? I'm telling a story. So let me tell it."
"Like I was saying, it was fight to even find him. I guess he must be a night owl or something. No fear though because when I tried again at noon, bingo!"
Okay, now I'm really intrigued. "What goes on in that sexy head of his?"
"Patience, my dear patience." Good lord that girl loves an audience. "It starts out with him and Cordelia goofing off, wrapping what I only guess were Christmas presents. He looked happy. At first, I thought that he was with Cordelia, but then Buffy and this guy with dark hair and an Irish accent came in with like six wild kids in tow. Four of the kids run straight to Angel. They're all giggling and yelling Daddy. Then Buffy walks up to him and they kiss. Oh my god do they kiss. It's a kiss straight out of a John Hughes movie."
"I knew it! Him and Buffy. I could so tell that they crazy sexual tension vibes between them."
"Do you mind? I'm trying to tell a story."
"Sorry Ice Princess," I say and, for effect, add a slight bow. Then, I stick out my tongue.
"Like I was saying, Angel and Buffy were engaging in some pretty major tonsil hockey and then, all of them, Angel, Buffy, Cordelia, McIrish and kids were sitting around a table getting ready to have a huge turkey dinner. Then out of nowhere Angel turned all gross. I swear to you. He had fangs and green glowy eyes and he started to suck their blood. One by one, he killed them all. I think he turned into a vampire. Then there was nothing. Everything was just black."
"So Isabel," Max states from his seat on the counter. "What's your point? He had a creepy dream. That doesn't mean anything."
"No Max. You don't get it. Before everything went black, I think he sensed me."
"What do you mean he sensed you?"
"I don't know. It's like he could tell I was in his head or something, but that's not what I'm concerned about."
"Well you should be. If he sensed you, he could tell someone."
"Tell someone what Max? Ooh. I had a dream and there was this girl in it? But she was just in it, she was in it in it. Like physically there. That would go over well with the crazy people. Don't worry about him noticing me Max. He'll forget soon enough. What freaked me out was the blackness."
Okay, now I'm lost. "So he woke up Isabel. What's the problem? Remember when you dreamwalked me? I woke up pretty fast too."
"No Maria. It's not like that. When people wake up things just don't go black. They get hazy and then I wake up in my own head again. This was different. When everything went black, I was still in his head. It's just that there was nothing there, like he'd just shut his dreams off. Normal people can't do that you guys. You can't just shut off your subconscious."
"So what do you think it means guys?" I ask. I can't help but be a little with the wiggins because of this. Is never gets rattled by the things she sees while on a dreamwalk. The fact that she seems disturbed freaks me out.
"I don't know but…"
The door from the break room to the kitchen bursts open and Angel storms in. If I had to guess, I'd say he's not a happy man. But hey, he's a sexy angry man.
"Hi Angel." I try to be nonchalant, but I'm not thinking that it's coming across. The fact that my voice is shaking can't help.
"Grr." he half growls as he pushes his way past me and ends up in front of Isabel. Face to face. Well, more like nose to nose.
"What were you doing in my head?" He says calmly. A little too calmly is you ask me.
"What are you talking about Angel? I wasn't in your head."
"Don't try the whole coy routine on me. You know damn well what I'm talking about."
"Listen Angel," Max interrupts. "I don't know what your problem with my sister is, but back down."
Angel whips around to face Max. "Stay out of this. I want answers. How do I know that you're not involved in this too?" As he turns back to Isabel, I swear I hear him growl. I must be hallucinating. Where's my cedar oil when I need it? "Tell me what you are and why you were in my head."
"Look Angel," Isabel says with a tinge of ice in her voice. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a girl. An eighteen-year-old girl from Roswell, New Mexico. I don't know why you have a problem with me, but obviously you do. Listen, I'll just stay out of your way for the rest of your visit. How's that sound?"
"Unacceptable," Angel nearly roars. He's beginning to lose his cool. "I want answers and I want them now!"
At that moment something happened to him. I was only for a second and then he shook it off, but I swear I saw his eyes turn green. Not happy, sexy green. Ugly, nasty, possessed green. So I did what any normal person would do. I screamed.
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So I'd been keeping pretty busy at the Crashdown today. The first five hours of my shift were so busy that I'd barely had time to pee, but it finally slowed down enough that I could take a break. I headed into the kitchen the kitchen to grab some food and this is what I walked into.
"Isabel!" Max looks really pissed off. "I told you no dreamwalking. Especially on him."
"Come on Max. Aren't you even a little bit curious about what I saw? I mean it was really strange."
"Um, hi guys," I interject. "I don't mean to interrupt but what the hell are you doing back here?"
"Oh Liz said we could come back here. Max and I needed to talk in private. You know, alien stuff." Isabel stops for a moment and then she gets that look on her face. You know the look. It's the look that screams, I have an idea. Yup. That look. "Hey Maria, would you tell Max that a little dreamwalking never hurt anyone? I mean it didn't hurt you did it?"
"Nah. I was only traumatized for a few short days. No permanent scarring. So who'd ya dreamwalk? I heard you say him. Was it Angel? I wouldn't blame you if you did him." I pause to consider my choice of words. "And didn't that come out wrong. But anyway. He's so tall, dark and broody. Hey Max! You should be curious about what she saw. He's you!"
"Maria. You're not helping at all." Uh oh. Max is pointing his stern face at me.
"Sorry Max."
"But Ma-ax," Isabel whines. "I can't undo what I did so aren't you the least bit curious about what I saw? It was kind of creepy. And after all that we've seen it takes a lot to creep me out. I think it might mean something."
He knows that he'll never win this argument, so Max finally concedes. "Fine. Tell me. Just let it be known that I don't approve of your actions."
"Yeah, yeah." She turns to me and her best important voice says, "Let the record reflect that Max doesn't approve. Yaddy, yadda, ya."
With a quick nod of my head, I consent. "So noted."
"So anyway. Let me first say that Angel? Crazy strange sleep patterns that boy. I tried to get in three times last night and nothing. Nada. Zilch."
"Whatever Is. Just get on with it."
"Would you shut up Max? I'm telling a story. So let me tell it."
"Like I was saying, it was fight to even find him. I guess he must be a night owl or something. No fear though because when I tried again at noon, bingo!"
Okay, now I'm really intrigued. "What goes on in that sexy head of his?"
"Patience, my dear patience." Good lord that girl loves an audience. "It starts out with him and Cordelia goofing off, wrapping what I only guess were Christmas presents. He looked happy. At first, I thought that he was with Cordelia, but then Buffy and this guy with dark hair and an Irish accent came in with like six wild kids in tow. Four of the kids run straight to Angel. They're all giggling and yelling Daddy. Then Buffy walks up to him and they kiss. Oh my god do they kiss. It's a kiss straight out of a John Hughes movie."
"I knew it! Him and Buffy. I could so tell that they crazy sexual tension vibes between them."
"Do you mind? I'm trying to tell a story."
"Sorry Ice Princess," I say and, for effect, add a slight bow. Then, I stick out my tongue.
"Like I was saying, Angel and Buffy were engaging in some pretty major tonsil hockey and then, all of them, Angel, Buffy, Cordelia, McIrish and kids were sitting around a table getting ready to have a huge turkey dinner. Then out of nowhere Angel turned all gross. I swear to you. He had fangs and green glowy eyes and he started to suck their blood. One by one, he killed them all. I think he turned into a vampire. Then there was nothing. Everything was just black."
"So Isabel," Max states from his seat on the counter. "What's your point? He had a creepy dream. That doesn't mean anything."
"No Max. You don't get it. Before everything went black, I think he sensed me."
"What do you mean he sensed you?"
"I don't know. It's like he could tell I was in his head or something, but that's not what I'm concerned about."
"Well you should be. If he sensed you, he could tell someone."
"Tell someone what Max? Ooh. I had a dream and there was this girl in it? But she was just in it, she was in it in it. Like physically there. That would go over well with the crazy people. Don't worry about him noticing me Max. He'll forget soon enough. What freaked me out was the blackness."
Okay, now I'm lost. "So he woke up Isabel. What's the problem? Remember when you dreamwalked me? I woke up pretty fast too."
"No Maria. It's not like that. When people wake up things just don't go black. They get hazy and then I wake up in my own head again. This was different. When everything went black, I was still in his head. It's just that there was nothing there, like he'd just shut his dreams off. Normal people can't do that you guys. You can't just shut off your subconscious."
"So what do you think it means guys?" I ask. I can't help but be a little with the wiggins because of this. Is never gets rattled by the things she sees while on a dreamwalk. The fact that she seems disturbed freaks me out.
"I don't know but…"
The door from the break room to the kitchen bursts open and Angel storms in. If I had to guess, I'd say he's not a happy man. But hey, he's a sexy angry man.
"Hi Angel." I try to be nonchalant, but I'm not thinking that it's coming across. The fact that my voice is shaking can't help.
"Grr." he half growls as he pushes his way past me and ends up in front of Isabel. Face to face. Well, more like nose to nose.
"What were you doing in my head?" He says calmly. A little too calmly is you ask me.
"What are you talking about Angel? I wasn't in your head."
"Don't try the whole coy routine on me. You know damn well what I'm talking about."
"Listen Angel," Max interrupts. "I don't know what your problem with my sister is, but back down."
Angel whips around to face Max. "Stay out of this. I want answers. How do I know that you're not involved in this too?" As he turns back to Isabel, I swear I hear him growl. I must be hallucinating. Where's my cedar oil when I need it? "Tell me what you are and why you were in my head."
"Look Angel," Isabel says with a tinge of ice in her voice. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a girl. An eighteen-year-old girl from Roswell, New Mexico. I don't know why you have a problem with me, but obviously you do. Listen, I'll just stay out of your way for the rest of your visit. How's that sound?"
"Unacceptable," Angel nearly roars. He's beginning to lose his cool. "I want answers and I want them now!"
At that moment something happened to him. I was only for a second and then he shook it off, but I swear I saw his eyes turn green. Not happy, sexy green. Ugly, nasty, possessed green. So I did what any normal person would do. I screamed.
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