Chapter 7
The Mansion: 4:32 PM
Buffy feels his mouth on her. His bite is quick and deep just like his thrusts. The shock fades quickly as she is overtaken by a wave of pleasure like she has never known. Her most immediate reaction is to wallow in the pleasure; she lets out a series of screams as she grasps the back of Angel's head firmly in the palm of her hand. Her whole body seems to curl up around his.
It feels like he is suckling at her like a baby at her neck. This brings out the most incredible feminine satisfaction in her and she hears herself murmuring yes over and over again until she is pulled under.
Angel is in heaven. Her blood is so powerful bringing him up to full strength, the height of his powers. He has never felt anything close to the sensation. Waves of pleasure hit him as he swallows until he too is pulled under.
Somewhere else
She is standing somewhere she has never been before. It is misty here; it is neither very light nor very dark - very hot or very cold. She is walking towards someone.
"Hello?" "Hello?"
The figure starts walking towards her. It's Angel.
"Angel, what are you doing in my slayer dream?"
Angel slowly bends towards her and shakes his head as he takes her hands in his like someone expressing their condolences might do. "This isn't a slayer dream, Buffy. This is limbo."
"Limbo - who mean like the dance?"
"Well, I'm glad to see you've kept your sense of humor at least." He draws her down until they are sitting together in the mists. " Buffy, this isn't going to be the easiest thing to take. What's the last thing you remember? I mean, before this."
It was hard to think for a moment, then it came to her. "We were making love and you.you bit me. It was incredible. I think I passed out."
" Well, the last thing I remember is making love to you too - but the first time. I woke up with a monumental headache and this strange feeling that I was being torn apart. I got really scared and ran outside."
"So, let me get this straight, we're having the same dream at different times?"
"No, Buffy. What I'm trying to say is that when I ran outside what I felt was my soul being torn away. Us, making love - being so happy - it broke the curse. I've been here ever since - at least this part of me - my soul. "
"How can that be, you were there when I woke up. You were fine, you were happier than I've ever seen you."
"Buffy," Angel began grasping her hands even more tightly. " That was me, but not all of me - I had lost my soul."
Buffy shook her head. It didn't make sense. She was sure there was some sort of hidden meaning and this was another one of those symbolic slayer dreams. "How do you know this Angel?"
"I was here before, I don't know how long. It's like time doesn't matter here. I was here after I was turned until the gypsies cursed me. It was like this part of who I am got sucked back into me after that. Before that it was like I was just here waiting."
"OK, lets just say that you are right - your soul is here in this limbo. Then why I am here?"
"I'm afraid that I have an idea. When I was here the other time, the last thing I remembered was Darla. The night she turned me. The last thing I remembered was her kissing me."
"So." Buffy exclaimed. She was getting anxious now. This did seem different than a slayer dream and it was lasting way longer. Plus she had never run into her boyfriend looking weirded out in those dreams either. She truly did not want to go any further down this path.
However Angel continued, "Remember, you said that the last thing you remembered was me biting you. Buffy, I think I - what I am now, I mean what was left when this part of me was lost again - I think I turned you." He hurried through the last part. "I think I turned you and you have lost your soul. The part of you that's here with me now, is your soul."
At this revelation, Buffy faints in her dream or for that matter, in her limbo.
TBC
The Mansion: 4:32 PM
Buffy feels his mouth on her. His bite is quick and deep just like his thrusts. The shock fades quickly as she is overtaken by a wave of pleasure like she has never known. Her most immediate reaction is to wallow in the pleasure; she lets out a series of screams as she grasps the back of Angel's head firmly in the palm of her hand. Her whole body seems to curl up around his.
It feels like he is suckling at her like a baby at her neck. This brings out the most incredible feminine satisfaction in her and she hears herself murmuring yes over and over again until she is pulled under.
Angel is in heaven. Her blood is so powerful bringing him up to full strength, the height of his powers. He has never felt anything close to the sensation. Waves of pleasure hit him as he swallows until he too is pulled under.
Somewhere else
She is standing somewhere she has never been before. It is misty here; it is neither very light nor very dark - very hot or very cold. She is walking towards someone.
"Hello?" "Hello?"
The figure starts walking towards her. It's Angel.
"Angel, what are you doing in my slayer dream?"
Angel slowly bends towards her and shakes his head as he takes her hands in his like someone expressing their condolences might do. "This isn't a slayer dream, Buffy. This is limbo."
"Limbo - who mean like the dance?"
"Well, I'm glad to see you've kept your sense of humor at least." He draws her down until they are sitting together in the mists. " Buffy, this isn't going to be the easiest thing to take. What's the last thing you remember? I mean, before this."
It was hard to think for a moment, then it came to her. "We were making love and you.you bit me. It was incredible. I think I passed out."
" Well, the last thing I remember is making love to you too - but the first time. I woke up with a monumental headache and this strange feeling that I was being torn apart. I got really scared and ran outside."
"So, let me get this straight, we're having the same dream at different times?"
"No, Buffy. What I'm trying to say is that when I ran outside what I felt was my soul being torn away. Us, making love - being so happy - it broke the curse. I've been here ever since - at least this part of me - my soul. "
"How can that be, you were there when I woke up. You were fine, you were happier than I've ever seen you."
"Buffy," Angel began grasping her hands even more tightly. " That was me, but not all of me - I had lost my soul."
Buffy shook her head. It didn't make sense. She was sure there was some sort of hidden meaning and this was another one of those symbolic slayer dreams. "How do you know this Angel?"
"I was here before, I don't know how long. It's like time doesn't matter here. I was here after I was turned until the gypsies cursed me. It was like this part of who I am got sucked back into me after that. Before that it was like I was just here waiting."
"OK, lets just say that you are right - your soul is here in this limbo. Then why I am here?"
"I'm afraid that I have an idea. When I was here the other time, the last thing I remembered was Darla. The night she turned me. The last thing I remembered was her kissing me."
"So." Buffy exclaimed. She was getting anxious now. This did seem different than a slayer dream and it was lasting way longer. Plus she had never run into her boyfriend looking weirded out in those dreams either. She truly did not want to go any further down this path.
However Angel continued, "Remember, you said that the last thing you remembered was me biting you. Buffy, I think I - what I am now, I mean what was left when this part of me was lost again - I think I turned you." He hurried through the last part. "I think I turned you and you have lost your soul. The part of you that's here with me now, is your soul."
At this revelation, Buffy faints in her dream or for that matter, in her limbo.
TBC
