Title: Dreams
Summary: Angel has a dream.....its really that simple.
Disclaimers: I own nothing and have no connections to anyone who has anything to do with Angel and therefore make no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: Season 3. If that's considered a spoiler.
Reviews: Please please please please. I love to know what people like and dislike about my writing, so please review even if its just to tell me you don't like it and why you don't like it.
Authors Note: I fancied trying my hand at a dream sequence, I may do a sequence for each character but I'm not too sure yet.
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Angel could hear the traffic speed along the roads below even though as he looked down on the streets of LA he could see that they were empty, that's how he knew he was dreaming. He didn't know how long he had been sitting on the rooftops ledge, although he supposed that any relevance time had in his immortal life during waking hours didn't apply when he dreamt.
"What are you doing here?"
A fleeting smile played on Angel's lips as he heard the familiar male voice speak to him and he looked over his shoulder.
"I said what are you doing here?" The voice became more insistent and Angel gazed at its owner, seeing for the first time how much like a lost child his son looked.
"Waiting," Angel answered
"Who for?" Connor crossed his arms over his chest.
Angel smiled again shaking his head and turning to look back out at the noisy, empty streets, "Don't worry, you'll see her later."
Connor disappeared from the rooftop and Angel still sat waiting, just like he'd said.
*
He felt her presence before she spoke.
"Can you smell it?" The sweet female voice whispered to him, echoing words that she had spoken before.
Angel nodded turning his head to face her, marvelling at how beautiful she still was.
"Death and hate, thick like curdled milk.......god am I glad I'm too dead to smell it."
"Darla" The woman's name spilled out over Angel's lips, "Thank You."
"What have you got to thank me for?" Her blue eyes turned up to his face.
"For Connor. You staked yourself for him, gave him to me and you were gone before I got the chance to-"
"The way I heard it things didn't work out the way you planned for our boy." Darla interrupted. "Hotlz raising him now that just tickled me pink." Her left eyebrow shot upwards and Angel chuckled, "But sinking you to the bottom of the ocean, that was inspired." Darla began swinging her legs over the edge of the rooftop and Angel saw the lost child surface briefly in her just as he had in Connor.
"He's like you."
"You give me to much credit Angel. Its not just me he's like."
Angel watched as Darla smoothed wrinkles out of her red silk dress with fragile hands, "That sullen look, the pre disposition to self pity, the bad hair and that underlying need to help people, to wipe out past sins."
"He hasn't got any past sins.... wait did you just imply that I have bad hair?" Angel quickly changed tack.
A long unneeded breath escaped Darla's lips, "That's not the point Angel."
"Then I wish someone would tell me what it is"
"Its what's your life's been about for the past hundred years."
"Forgiveness" Angel uttered the word that held so many unseen connotations for him.
Darla nodded, "You think you've found it, like I did in that pure, clear moment of clarity but you haven't, not yet."
Angel felt her gaze burn deep into him as she spoke the words that felt like a stake had been rammed into his dead heart.
"Your salvation is not in him, its not Connor, Angel."
"But his love, if he could love me...."
Darla placed a long finger against his mouth stemming the words that flowed from his lips and shook her head, "Is that why you think he's here? To wash your soul clean of the blood that stains it. His purpose is far greater than that and it is your job to help him find it."
Angel nodded silently. Darla had voiced the facts he had known in his heart all along but had been too cowardly to admit.
"Its time for you to go, I have other people to see."
Angel felt Darla place a hand firmly his back as he turned to look at his sires eternally young face, "Will I...."
He felt the safety of the rooftop slip from underneath him as Darla pushed him from the ledge and once again he plunged into darkness.
Summary: Angel has a dream.....its really that simple.
Disclaimers: I own nothing and have no connections to anyone who has anything to do with Angel and therefore make no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: Season 3. If that's considered a spoiler.
Reviews: Please please please please. I love to know what people like and dislike about my writing, so please review even if its just to tell me you don't like it and why you don't like it.
Authors Note: I fancied trying my hand at a dream sequence, I may do a sequence for each character but I'm not too sure yet.
*
Angel could hear the traffic speed along the roads below even though as he looked down on the streets of LA he could see that they were empty, that's how he knew he was dreaming. He didn't know how long he had been sitting on the rooftops ledge, although he supposed that any relevance time had in his immortal life during waking hours didn't apply when he dreamt.
"What are you doing here?"
A fleeting smile played on Angel's lips as he heard the familiar male voice speak to him and he looked over his shoulder.
"I said what are you doing here?" The voice became more insistent and Angel gazed at its owner, seeing for the first time how much like a lost child his son looked.
"Waiting," Angel answered
"Who for?" Connor crossed his arms over his chest.
Angel smiled again shaking his head and turning to look back out at the noisy, empty streets, "Don't worry, you'll see her later."
Connor disappeared from the rooftop and Angel still sat waiting, just like he'd said.
*
He felt her presence before she spoke.
"Can you smell it?" The sweet female voice whispered to him, echoing words that she had spoken before.
Angel nodded turning his head to face her, marvelling at how beautiful she still was.
"Death and hate, thick like curdled milk.......god am I glad I'm too dead to smell it."
"Darla" The woman's name spilled out over Angel's lips, "Thank You."
"What have you got to thank me for?" Her blue eyes turned up to his face.
"For Connor. You staked yourself for him, gave him to me and you were gone before I got the chance to-"
"The way I heard it things didn't work out the way you planned for our boy." Darla interrupted. "Hotlz raising him now that just tickled me pink." Her left eyebrow shot upwards and Angel chuckled, "But sinking you to the bottom of the ocean, that was inspired." Darla began swinging her legs over the edge of the rooftop and Angel saw the lost child surface briefly in her just as he had in Connor.
"He's like you."
"You give me to much credit Angel. Its not just me he's like."
Angel watched as Darla smoothed wrinkles out of her red silk dress with fragile hands, "That sullen look, the pre disposition to self pity, the bad hair and that underlying need to help people, to wipe out past sins."
"He hasn't got any past sins.... wait did you just imply that I have bad hair?" Angel quickly changed tack.
A long unneeded breath escaped Darla's lips, "That's not the point Angel."
"Then I wish someone would tell me what it is"
"Its what's your life's been about for the past hundred years."
"Forgiveness" Angel uttered the word that held so many unseen connotations for him.
Darla nodded, "You think you've found it, like I did in that pure, clear moment of clarity but you haven't, not yet."
Angel felt her gaze burn deep into him as she spoke the words that felt like a stake had been rammed into his dead heart.
"Your salvation is not in him, its not Connor, Angel."
"But his love, if he could love me...."
Darla placed a long finger against his mouth stemming the words that flowed from his lips and shook her head, "Is that why you think he's here? To wash your soul clean of the blood that stains it. His purpose is far greater than that and it is your job to help him find it."
Angel nodded silently. Darla had voiced the facts he had known in his heart all along but had been too cowardly to admit.
"Its time for you to go, I have other people to see."
Angel felt Darla place a hand firmly his back as he turned to look at his sires eternally young face, "Will I...."
He felt the safety of the rooftop slip from underneath him as Darla pushed him from the ledge and once again he plunged into darkness.