'Make it right for you sleeping beauty
Truly thought
I can magically heal you '
She runs in the dark. She doesn't know what she's running from or where she was running too, doesn't know if she's scared. The only thing she knows is that she has to keep on running. She can't stop.
The darkness closes in on her and it's hard to breathe. She stumbles, and runs straight into a hard chest.
And then she's on the ground, her hands landing in a sticky substance with a plop. She barely notices herself sinking into the muck because he stands before her. Him with his large brown eyes and spiked brown hair and that familiar sardonic grin on his face. He steps forward and she moves backwards.
Close your eyes.
The words bounce around the darkness, echoing. She can't force her lips to form his name, can't even sound it out in her mind. The others walk up behind him, Giles and Willow and Xander and her Mom, all of them glaring at her with accusing eyes.
Drusilla comes last and she dances as she nears the Slayer, her feet and skin stained dark red from the floor. She dances and twirls around them, moving closer and closer until she stops in front of Buffy and holds out her red palms, "You can't ever wash it off."
And then Buffy looks at her pristine, trembling hands, and sees that they're soaked with blood. That was when she started to scream.
* * *
She screams until her throat is raw and she can taste the blood in her mouth from where she bit her tongue. She screams even after she has woken up, her face buried in his chest, his trembling arms around her, his voice rough with worry. She screams until it's no longer screaming and just the broken cries of a wounded animal. She screams until she can't see Angel in her head anymore.
Close your eyes.
She sits up and places her hands on his face, holding his gaze. His sea grey eyes look at her worriedly, wanting some reassurance that she's not going to snap. But she doesn't give him that, she just leans in close so that her breath is warming his cold skin and her hands still hold his face to hers on either side. She moves in so that their noses are pressing into each other and she can feel his hand tightening around her waist, and the only thing she can say to him is, "12 days, 16 hours, 59 minutes, 36 seconds."
'You're far beyond a visible
Sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to rescue
Sleeping Beauty'
He doesn't say anything. He just holds her as she counts out the time to the chipped plaster walls. The sun fades in the sky and night sets in, but he doesn't leave. He removes her dress carefully before tossing it to the floor. He wraps his cold arms around her and pulls the sheets around them both. He doesn't bother asking her what she dreamt about because he knows she won't tell and because he already knows that it had to do with Angel and what took place in that mansion on the outskirts of Sunnydale 12 days, 19 hours, 32 minutes and 45 seconds ago.
Finally she turns to him and slips and arm around his waist, "I almost forgot."
He nods, understanding, watching as she chews on her lower lip, "You'll forget again."
She stops the chewing and moves her large eyes to his, he trembles and tightens his grip, murmuring something against her warm skin. She speaks again and her voice is childlike, "When?"
He doesn't say anything because he doesn't have an answer for her. She sighs, accepting, her hands curling through his bleached hair before moving down to caress the base of his neck. Her breasts are pressed against him and he can feel himself hardening, but he doesn't want to rush her. He contents himself with stroking her stomach, his fingers dipping down her panty line every once in a while
She flings one tanned leg over him and then moves so that she's straddling him, her panty covered crotch rubbing against his hardness. He can't contain the moan that slips past his lips as he says her name. She leans down, her naked breasts tantalizingly close to his mouth, her hair tickling his neck and face. She kisses him hard and says, "I need you."
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Truly thought
I can magically heal you '
She runs in the dark. She doesn't know what she's running from or where she was running too, doesn't know if she's scared. The only thing she knows is that she has to keep on running. She can't stop.
The darkness closes in on her and it's hard to breathe. She stumbles, and runs straight into a hard chest.
And then she's on the ground, her hands landing in a sticky substance with a plop. She barely notices herself sinking into the muck because he stands before her. Him with his large brown eyes and spiked brown hair and that familiar sardonic grin on his face. He steps forward and she moves backwards.
Close your eyes.
The words bounce around the darkness, echoing. She can't force her lips to form his name, can't even sound it out in her mind. The others walk up behind him, Giles and Willow and Xander and her Mom, all of them glaring at her with accusing eyes.
Drusilla comes last and she dances as she nears the Slayer, her feet and skin stained dark red from the floor. She dances and twirls around them, moving closer and closer until she stops in front of Buffy and holds out her red palms, "You can't ever wash it off."
And then Buffy looks at her pristine, trembling hands, and sees that they're soaked with blood. That was when she started to scream.
* * *
She screams until her throat is raw and she can taste the blood in her mouth from where she bit her tongue. She screams even after she has woken up, her face buried in his chest, his trembling arms around her, his voice rough with worry. She screams until it's no longer screaming and just the broken cries of a wounded animal. She screams until she can't see Angel in her head anymore.
Close your eyes.
She sits up and places her hands on his face, holding his gaze. His sea grey eyes look at her worriedly, wanting some reassurance that she's not going to snap. But she doesn't give him that, she just leans in close so that her breath is warming his cold skin and her hands still hold his face to hers on either side. She moves in so that their noses are pressing into each other and she can feel his hand tightening around her waist, and the only thing she can say to him is, "12 days, 16 hours, 59 minutes, 36 seconds."
'You're far beyond a visible
Sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to rescue
Sleeping Beauty'
He doesn't say anything. He just holds her as she counts out the time to the chipped plaster walls. The sun fades in the sky and night sets in, but he doesn't leave. He removes her dress carefully before tossing it to the floor. He wraps his cold arms around her and pulls the sheets around them both. He doesn't bother asking her what she dreamt about because he knows she won't tell and because he already knows that it had to do with Angel and what took place in that mansion on the outskirts of Sunnydale 12 days, 19 hours, 32 minutes and 45 seconds ago.
Finally she turns to him and slips and arm around his waist, "I almost forgot."
He nods, understanding, watching as she chews on her lower lip, "You'll forget again."
She stops the chewing and moves her large eyes to his, he trembles and tightens his grip, murmuring something against her warm skin. She speaks again and her voice is childlike, "When?"
He doesn't say anything because he doesn't have an answer for her. She sighs, accepting, her hands curling through his bleached hair before moving down to caress the base of his neck. Her breasts are pressed against him and he can feel himself hardening, but he doesn't want to rush her. He contents himself with stroking her stomach, his fingers dipping down her panty line every once in a while
She flings one tanned leg over him and then moves so that she's straddling him, her panty covered crotch rubbing against his hardness. He can't contain the moan that slips past his lips as he says her name. She leans down, her naked breasts tantalizingly close to his mouth, her hair tickling his neck and face. She kisses him hard and says, "I need you."
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