Lorek Chapter Two
I don't own any of these characters, you know the drill
Buffy stood just a few feet away from him; her hand was outstretched towards him. Something glinted in her palm, and Angel felt a pang of recognition. The Celtic ring, the ring Angel had given her as a symbol of his love. The hands joined around a single heart, friendship and love. He looked up at her face and saw the sweet smile she bore for him, had always bore for him. She was here, and now he could reach out and actually touch her. She was no longer miles away in Sunnydale. He approached her; she stood, still with her hand outstretched. He touched her hand and it felt cold, her expression did not change. Around him the black sky was crippled with thunder and lightning, the stone courtyard in which they stood crumbled as he watched. The air was thick and seemed suffocating. He couldn't understand how Buffy could survive in it. As he watched Buffy turned to him, and her expression changed. A tear slid down her cheek and she dropped the ring. It landed amidst a cloud of dust obscuring it from his view. Buffy turned away from him. Angel was confused, why was she turning away from him? He reached out for her, tried to grab hold of her, but she was fading away like a long lost memory. He frantically tried to hold on to her, but soon he was alone in the desolation that lay around him. The sky, riddled with searing lightning seemed to close in around him, the stone walls of the courtyard receded into the earth. The darkness seemed to be entering his very soul, searching him, consuming him. It wrenched his mind from his body and tossed him like a scrap downwards. Below him rocks clambered upwards to meet him, and he let himself go limp as they hit him, hard.
Angel woke with a start, confused as the yellow wallpaper registered in his brain. Cold ravaged his skin and yet the room was warm. Around him was completely different to where he had been, where had he been? Angel thought backwards. "Buffy," he breathed. He had been dreaming of her. Angel wiped the sleep from his eyes. His alarm clock read 3:30. He always seemed to wake on the dot. But he didn't always let his emotional torment invade his subconscious thoughts.
Angel clambered quickly into the shower and let a blast of cold water hit him. It shocked him completely awake. As he dressed he heard Cordelia shriek as she dropped a pile of books. Wesley laughed and helped her pick them up. Angel did not feel ready to face them but he knew he would have to. Sooner or later Gunn would turn up or Cordelia would come upstairs to wake him. He opened the door to his room and began his descent down stairs.
"Hey," Cordelia said happily. "Your coffees on the table. Gunn's comin' around 5, when it starts going dark. We've been doing more research but we haven't found anything yet." Cordelia could always pinpoint when he would get up, she always had his coffee ready and always filled him in on anything he had missed immediately as he was walking down the stairs. She was holding several sheets of crisp paper stapled neatly in the corner. Since Cordelia had become his employee she had changed a great deal. She was still Cordelia, no one could remove her annoying charm, but she was no longer so... self orientated. Angel valued her as a friend.
Angel slumped onto the couch with his coffee. He stared into it, realising it would in no way feed him at all. He watched it as he stirred it slowly. The coffee formed downward spirals as it twisted and turned. Wesley was watching him. "Rough night?" "No, rough dream." Wesley sensed he didn't want to talk about it. Angel felt Cordelia's eyes skim over him. She was concerned. The episode with Darla and the cramping powder had shaken them all. She paid as close attention to his dreams as he did to her visions. "Could it have anything to do with Lorek?" She chirped. Wesley shot her a warning glance. Angel answered her anyway. "No, probably my tortured soul playing up again." Cordelia accepted this and went in search of a book that Wesley had earlier requested, and to his annoyance had not yet received.
As Angel finished his coffee the front doors opened widely letting sunlight fall dangerously close to Angel's feet. The only person who could walk in without any concern for the vampire torch act was Gunn. He was early. That, by definition, was a miracle. "Shut the door Gunn!" Wesley and Cordelia darted towards him as Angel shrank back from the smouldering sunlight. "Idiot!" Only Cordelia was allowed to chastise him like that. "Cordy! Still saving my life?" "You're alive aren't you?" She spat with a wide smile. Gunn grinned. Wesley managed to close the door and Angel finally relaxed his legs now the light was gone. "Yo Vampy bro. Got a demon problem. On a killing spree downtown. You up for it?" "Can it wait until dark?" "No. It's holed up in a warehouse. Be easier if we kill it now." Angel let out a sigh. "Fine."
I don't own any of these characters, you know the drill
Buffy stood just a few feet away from him; her hand was outstretched towards him. Something glinted in her palm, and Angel felt a pang of recognition. The Celtic ring, the ring Angel had given her as a symbol of his love. The hands joined around a single heart, friendship and love. He looked up at her face and saw the sweet smile she bore for him, had always bore for him. She was here, and now he could reach out and actually touch her. She was no longer miles away in Sunnydale. He approached her; she stood, still with her hand outstretched. He touched her hand and it felt cold, her expression did not change. Around him the black sky was crippled with thunder and lightning, the stone courtyard in which they stood crumbled as he watched. The air was thick and seemed suffocating. He couldn't understand how Buffy could survive in it. As he watched Buffy turned to him, and her expression changed. A tear slid down her cheek and she dropped the ring. It landed amidst a cloud of dust obscuring it from his view. Buffy turned away from him. Angel was confused, why was she turning away from him? He reached out for her, tried to grab hold of her, but she was fading away like a long lost memory. He frantically tried to hold on to her, but soon he was alone in the desolation that lay around him. The sky, riddled with searing lightning seemed to close in around him, the stone walls of the courtyard receded into the earth. The darkness seemed to be entering his very soul, searching him, consuming him. It wrenched his mind from his body and tossed him like a scrap downwards. Below him rocks clambered upwards to meet him, and he let himself go limp as they hit him, hard.
Angel woke with a start, confused as the yellow wallpaper registered in his brain. Cold ravaged his skin and yet the room was warm. Around him was completely different to where he had been, where had he been? Angel thought backwards. "Buffy," he breathed. He had been dreaming of her. Angel wiped the sleep from his eyes. His alarm clock read 3:30. He always seemed to wake on the dot. But he didn't always let his emotional torment invade his subconscious thoughts.
Angel clambered quickly into the shower and let a blast of cold water hit him. It shocked him completely awake. As he dressed he heard Cordelia shriek as she dropped a pile of books. Wesley laughed and helped her pick them up. Angel did not feel ready to face them but he knew he would have to. Sooner or later Gunn would turn up or Cordelia would come upstairs to wake him. He opened the door to his room and began his descent down stairs.
"Hey," Cordelia said happily. "Your coffees on the table. Gunn's comin' around 5, when it starts going dark. We've been doing more research but we haven't found anything yet." Cordelia could always pinpoint when he would get up, she always had his coffee ready and always filled him in on anything he had missed immediately as he was walking down the stairs. She was holding several sheets of crisp paper stapled neatly in the corner. Since Cordelia had become his employee she had changed a great deal. She was still Cordelia, no one could remove her annoying charm, but she was no longer so... self orientated. Angel valued her as a friend.
Angel slumped onto the couch with his coffee. He stared into it, realising it would in no way feed him at all. He watched it as he stirred it slowly. The coffee formed downward spirals as it twisted and turned. Wesley was watching him. "Rough night?" "No, rough dream." Wesley sensed he didn't want to talk about it. Angel felt Cordelia's eyes skim over him. She was concerned. The episode with Darla and the cramping powder had shaken them all. She paid as close attention to his dreams as he did to her visions. "Could it have anything to do with Lorek?" She chirped. Wesley shot her a warning glance. Angel answered her anyway. "No, probably my tortured soul playing up again." Cordelia accepted this and went in search of a book that Wesley had earlier requested, and to his annoyance had not yet received.
As Angel finished his coffee the front doors opened widely letting sunlight fall dangerously close to Angel's feet. The only person who could walk in without any concern for the vampire torch act was Gunn. He was early. That, by definition, was a miracle. "Shut the door Gunn!" Wesley and Cordelia darted towards him as Angel shrank back from the smouldering sunlight. "Idiot!" Only Cordelia was allowed to chastise him like that. "Cordy! Still saving my life?" "You're alive aren't you?" She spat with a wide smile. Gunn grinned. Wesley managed to close the door and Angel finally relaxed his legs now the light was gone. "Yo Vampy bro. Got a demon problem. On a killing spree downtown. You up for it?" "Can it wait until dark?" "No. It's holed up in a warehouse. Be easier if we kill it now." Angel let out a sigh. "Fine."