Chp. 1 Part 2

"Kane," she whispered, her hair falling her around her porcelain-like face.

He could feel the wind move through his hair, the light rain falling on his bare arm like tears from the eyes of angels.

Her voice came from all around him, like a soothing blanket to an infant. Perhaps it was his own imagination, or maybe it wasn't. Standing in front of him, no more than ten feet away, stood the Dark Angel, wearing a torn black dress, her eyes emotionless.

"Come, my dark knight. Be with me. Come to me, to my open arms. Arms that will never hurt you," she whispered to him, her arms outstretched to him.

Kane didn't need any motive other than his own trust in his Dark Angel. He slowly began to near her, seeming almost to float as he went. But before he could reach her, another presence entered the atmosphere. A familiar presence.

Turning his head to look, he found Tori next to a tall tree, looking as though she had just arrived from hell. Her hair was tangled and fussy, her makeup was a little smudged, and her shirt had been torn in a few places.

Kane looked back to his Dark Angel, who murmured, her eyes on his, "I will never hurt you, my dark knight."

He moved towards her, then stopped, looking at Tori, who was now standing beside X-Pac, whose hair also looked tousled.

A hand touched Kane's arm with the weight of a butterfly, and he looked slightly down in front of him. His Dark Angel was gazing up into his eyes, smiling a small, gentle smile at him. Her hand still rested on his arm, like silk, her skin was soft and smooth against his.

Kane's eyes opened the split-second she closed her eyes. Breathing heavily, he looked around his hotel room before getting out of bed, moving over to the mirror above the drawers next to the door, looking himself over.

He moved into the bathroom, flipping on the light and filling a little paper cup with water from the sink, then took one swig, emptying the cup. When he looked into the mirror, he saw that he wasn't alone. Tori was there, standing behind him, obviously woken by his movement.

They'd slept in separate beds, Tori, of course, in the bed closest to the window.

"Is there something wrong, Kane?"

He watched her intently as her fingers ran through his hair repeatedly, her nightgown barely keeping anything to the imagination. Shaking his head, he leaned slightly, filling the sink with cold water.