Angel woke from his sleep, noticing that once again he'd have to get new pillow covers. All around his eyes were the traces of dried blood. He went in the bathroom, naked from the waist up, and brought a wet towel to his face. He scrubbed the reminants of last nights dreams from his eyes and looked up into the mirror. To see a towel floating in thin air. He'd just recently been able to see his reflection, in that other realm, but already he was losing the memory of what he had looked like. It was like that with him. You'd remember one thing and forget another so easily.
But it wasn't like that this time. With Buffy he never forgot anything. He remembered the way her hair smelled, how soft her skin was, the color of her eyes. They were all burnt into his memory. He couldn't forget them.. no matter how hard he tried.
***
And that's just what she wanted. Mnemosyne, the goddess of memories, had watched this tortured figure for centuries. She was mesmerized by how much he felt, how the memories she'd given him plagued him, and how he had promised himself that he would never lose his soul again and revert to his true nature. She sighed and twirled her finger and gazed into someone elses home. But before she could begin to listen the doors to her mountain top home blew open.
Morpheus glided in and sat at the goddess' feet. "I give my humblest apologies, but I must speak with you."
Mnemosyne had always admired Morpheus. They were almost in the same line of work. She had the memories, he dished them out through slumber. It was almost romantic the way the two worked together yet almost never talked. That's why it was a suprise to see him in her throne room. "What is is Morpheus. And stand up, you don't need to kneel."
Morpheus rose and looked at the beautiful goddess. "I need you're help. An intrest of mine is in dire need of some cheering up and I wish to give him it through dreams. And since you hold memories I need to borrow some of his."
"You speak of the vampire. The one cursed with a soul."
"The very same." Morpheus said, smiling at the goddess.
"It can be arranged." She turned to regard him. "For a price."
"And what would that be? Morpheus said, a hint of seduction in his eyes.
"I want to help. I too have been watching him and not only do I pity him, I also grieve for him. His loses are large and he needs some release."
"You took the words right out of my mouth." He said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
***
Angel walked down stairs, watching carefully out the window as the last of the sun's rays exited the hotel. He sighed and walked into the office, where Wesley and Cordelia were at the moment. They both looked up with suprise when he came in. "Angel! You're up and moving around."
"Yeah." He said, running a hand through his hair. "I couldn't stay in bed forever." At their looks he shrugged. "I'm trying."
"And that's all we ask." Wesley said, coming to stand next to him. "We have a case. A little girl is missing. Her mother claims men with pistols of some sort abducted her, and anointed her with some liquid, then threw her into a van and sped off. We identified the attackers. They're the Order of Sejun."
"What would they be doing on this continent?" He asked, looking up startled. "They live mostly in Eurpoe. I've encountered them many time.. but never here. All they have to do with is the end of the slayer. And if it was a girl..."
"They've realized a way to find potential slayers." Wesley finished his thought.
"We have to stop them."
"Agreed." Cordy said, grabbing her purse. They all walked out the door.
** 7 hours later **
They all came back in the door, Cordy first, followed by Wesley, with Angel bringing up the rear. They'd found nothing what so ever on the Order and the sun was coming up soon. "I'll see you tomorrow." Angel said, walking up the stairs.
"Um... Angel?" Cordy said, staring up after him.
He turned to look at her. "Sleep well." She said, smiling slightly, then turning to go home. He smiled in spite of himself and went to his room. He took a shower, got into his night clothes, and slid into his sheets. Unwillingly, he fell asleep.
But this time it wasn't death he saw, but life. He remembered walking up to her on the beach, seeing how the daylight lit her hair, the look of confusion on her face, then the look of realization. And that kiss. It was almost too much. He had been certain that if he'd had his soul at that very moment, it would have left him.
And then they'd come back to his apartment. She'd wore him out. They had never idea that this day would come but both of them had played it out in their minds a thousand times it seemed because they had read eachother like books. The passion. The ecstacy. The desire. All of it has been met. And he'd been sore in the morning.
And for the first time in days he slept without ruining his pillow cover.
end part 2
Oh. It gets better. It gets MUCH better.
But it wasn't like that this time. With Buffy he never forgot anything. He remembered the way her hair smelled, how soft her skin was, the color of her eyes. They were all burnt into his memory. He couldn't forget them.. no matter how hard he tried.
***
And that's just what she wanted. Mnemosyne, the goddess of memories, had watched this tortured figure for centuries. She was mesmerized by how much he felt, how the memories she'd given him plagued him, and how he had promised himself that he would never lose his soul again and revert to his true nature. She sighed and twirled her finger and gazed into someone elses home. But before she could begin to listen the doors to her mountain top home blew open.
Morpheus glided in and sat at the goddess' feet. "I give my humblest apologies, but I must speak with you."
Mnemosyne had always admired Morpheus. They were almost in the same line of work. She had the memories, he dished them out through slumber. It was almost romantic the way the two worked together yet almost never talked. That's why it was a suprise to see him in her throne room. "What is is Morpheus. And stand up, you don't need to kneel."
Morpheus rose and looked at the beautiful goddess. "I need you're help. An intrest of mine is in dire need of some cheering up and I wish to give him it through dreams. And since you hold memories I need to borrow some of his."
"You speak of the vampire. The one cursed with a soul."
"The very same." Morpheus said, smiling at the goddess.
"It can be arranged." She turned to regard him. "For a price."
"And what would that be? Morpheus said, a hint of seduction in his eyes.
"I want to help. I too have been watching him and not only do I pity him, I also grieve for him. His loses are large and he needs some release."
"You took the words right out of my mouth." He said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
***
Angel walked down stairs, watching carefully out the window as the last of the sun's rays exited the hotel. He sighed and walked into the office, where Wesley and Cordelia were at the moment. They both looked up with suprise when he came in. "Angel! You're up and moving around."
"Yeah." He said, running a hand through his hair. "I couldn't stay in bed forever." At their looks he shrugged. "I'm trying."
"And that's all we ask." Wesley said, coming to stand next to him. "We have a case. A little girl is missing. Her mother claims men with pistols of some sort abducted her, and anointed her with some liquid, then threw her into a van and sped off. We identified the attackers. They're the Order of Sejun."
"What would they be doing on this continent?" He asked, looking up startled. "They live mostly in Eurpoe. I've encountered them many time.. but never here. All they have to do with is the end of the slayer. And if it was a girl..."
"They've realized a way to find potential slayers." Wesley finished his thought.
"We have to stop them."
"Agreed." Cordy said, grabbing her purse. They all walked out the door.
** 7 hours later **
They all came back in the door, Cordy first, followed by Wesley, with Angel bringing up the rear. They'd found nothing what so ever on the Order and the sun was coming up soon. "I'll see you tomorrow." Angel said, walking up the stairs.
"Um... Angel?" Cordy said, staring up after him.
He turned to look at her. "Sleep well." She said, smiling slightly, then turning to go home. He smiled in spite of himself and went to his room. He took a shower, got into his night clothes, and slid into his sheets. Unwillingly, he fell asleep.
But this time it wasn't death he saw, but life. He remembered walking up to her on the beach, seeing how the daylight lit her hair, the look of confusion on her face, then the look of realization. And that kiss. It was almost too much. He had been certain that if he'd had his soul at that very moment, it would have left him.
And then they'd come back to his apartment. She'd wore him out. They had never idea that this day would come but both of them had played it out in their minds a thousand times it seemed because they had read eachother like books. The passion. The ecstacy. The desire. All of it has been met. And he'd been sore in the morning.
And for the first time in days he slept without ruining his pillow cover.
end part 2
Oh. It gets better. It gets MUCH better.