A/n: Not everything is explained in this chapter,like what happened after the last one and stuff but i'll fill that in next time! Sry for such the short chapter, byes~!~ review!!!!!

Paradise for a day
Chapter 8: Dreaming of you
By: Hope

2 hours, 43 minutes and 34 seconds remaining until it becomes 2 hours and 44 minutes later…


There he was again. He walked out of the shadows and towards her, his pace was hurried and wanting as though he didn't think that he had that much time there. Buffy had never noticed how pale he actually was before this moment, when the warm beams of sunlight reached his pale, smooth skin.

Their eyes met as Angel wrapped his strong arms around the slayer and kissed her. She passionately returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his strong, muscular shoulders and embracing him like she hadn't done since before the curse was lifted from him so many years ago…

Buffy knew that she shouldn't be kissing Angel, she shouldn't of even gone to see him, she had Riley now. But it wasn't Riley that she thought of as her lips were locked with Angel. It was only Angel, it was always Angel.

Angel pulled away from the kiss and looked at Buffy as her eyes began tearing. "I don't under…" He put his finger to his mouth.

"Shh…don't speak." He said, studying her face, her emotions. He had waited so long for something like this to happen, he had waited so long for there to be an excuse for him to kiss her the way that he always had dreamed of doing…in the sunlight.

Even though Angel cherished every moment of it, he knew that it was only a dream, the same dream that he had had since it had first happened. Since he had become human but then given it up for her, for the slayer…for Buffy.

He looked at Buffy, knowing that the dream would end soon, knowing that this was how it always ended and would forever end. He put her hair behind her ear with his hand and saw a distant shadow of someone behind her.

The Buffy in front of him seemed to become dark, distant as the shadow grew brighter and close with every breath…with every breath that Angel took into his fully functional human respiratory system.

The figure stood next to him, looking at something in the distance. "Your new." She said, walking into the sand of the desert that now lay before them.

Angel didn't find anything to do but follow her. All he could do now was follow Buffy(the figure) and hope that she would lead him out of this dream. Buffy walked slowly across the sand, never hesitating or moving her head at all.

She stopped and Angel walked up to her, stopping when he was next to her. This part of the dream was new…

Buffy stood there staring at the sand and few pieces of dead grass and flowers. "It's always the same." She said, her voice was toneless as she looked up at Angel. "Except for you, your not usually here." She said, looking back down at the ground. Angel followed her gaze and saw one of the only things that he wished he would never have to see in his life.

Buffy was looking at the edge of the tall tower, towards the sun that was peeking out of the clouds and her eyes widened. She looked back at Dawn who immediately started sobbing, asking her not to go.

Buffy hushed her and told her that she was ok and what to do and that everything would be alright. She then turned around and began running, full speed towards the edge of the tower and when she reached it…she jumped. "Every night I watch my own death, I see the place that I was in after it and how I was pulled out." Buffy said, still staring at the faint image of her limp body laying on a pile of rubble, with her friends and family staring at it, shocked.

The image then changed to something else…Buffy rising out of her grave, having to break her way out of her own coffin. "You gave up your human life for me Angel…" She stated as the sound of a distant baby crying became louder every second. "It wasn't Willow's spell that brought me back…" She looked up from the ground and turned her head slightly so that Angel could only see the side of her pale smooth face. "It was you."

The sound of the baby crying in the background became unbearable to Angel and the image of Buffy looking at him slowly faded and he found himself sitting up on the couch in Cordelia's living room.

Angel got up and tried to think about what he had just dreamed about and what was going on around him but his thoughts were drowned by the sounds of a very cranky Cordelia telling him to shut 'the cute little baby the hell up.' Oh, the joys of parenthood.