Buffy lay awake in her bed, lying on her back, staring at the ceiling and
thinking only of Angel.
Seeing him like that, in pain, almost dying distressed and frustrated her so much that she wanted to curl up in a ball and hope that it would all go away. She felt like she should be out there doing something, anything, anything to help Angel, and yet, for now there was nothing more she could do.
Buffy slowly fell asleep around 3:30 am with Angel firmly fixed in her mind and deep in her heart.
Buffy slowly and carefully neared the entrance to Angels mansion and she walked through the door and saw Angel stood leaning on the mantel piece dressed in all white trousers and a long sleeved v-neck top. The atmosphere didn't seem natural-it was almost hypnotising. Angel was looking into the flames of the roaring fire in the fireplace and as Buffy got closer to him he looked up at her. Buffy looked into the fire that Angel seemed so captivated by. At first all she saw were the roaring flames but then she stared deeper. The fire seemed to almost bewitch her and they began to flicker green. Just the tips of the flames flickered blue. Buffy saw an image start to form from the smoke emitting from the fire. There was a dark figure-just the head of a figure. Just a silhouette. A dark hooded silhouette of a figure. Buffy blinked and she was still looking into the fire but now the fire was as it been. Orange-yellow flames and the faint crackle of wood buckling under the intense heat.
Buffy looked up at Angel who was stood patiently against the mantelpiece and looking at her.
"What are you waiting for?" Buffy asked him looking confused.
"You." Angel replied. A smile creeping onto his face.
"I'll be here." She replied almost whispering.
"You're the only one who can save me Buffy." Angel told her.
"I know" She replied.
She reached out to Angel's hand reaching for hers. Their fingertips merely inches apart and then Angel's started to wear away. They were turning to dust as Buffy reached for him. The dust just blowing away in an invisible wind. Just blowing away to nothingness. Angels hand, then arm and then slowly his whole body was becoming dust. Buffy looked at Angels face and his eyes were squinted in pain and Buffy watched him wear away to nothing before her. All that remained was the Claddagh ring he was wearing. The one that paired with hers. She knelt down and picked it up. She looked at the design with the crown over the top of the heart and then the hands surrounding it and whispered, "I'll be here." She walked out of the mansion and the noise and intensity of the fire inside increased; filling Buffy's head and deafening her as her alarm clock buzzed simultaneously telling her to wake up. She rolled over and tapped the top of it freeing her mind to silence. She just lay in bed for a moment and reflected on what had just happened in her dream, trying to make sense of it. Her dreams were often prophetic and cryptic. Was this one?
Seeing him like that, in pain, almost dying distressed and frustrated her so much that she wanted to curl up in a ball and hope that it would all go away. She felt like she should be out there doing something, anything, anything to help Angel, and yet, for now there was nothing more she could do.
Buffy slowly fell asleep around 3:30 am with Angel firmly fixed in her mind and deep in her heart.
Buffy slowly and carefully neared the entrance to Angels mansion and she walked through the door and saw Angel stood leaning on the mantel piece dressed in all white trousers and a long sleeved v-neck top. The atmosphere didn't seem natural-it was almost hypnotising. Angel was looking into the flames of the roaring fire in the fireplace and as Buffy got closer to him he looked up at her. Buffy looked into the fire that Angel seemed so captivated by. At first all she saw were the roaring flames but then she stared deeper. The fire seemed to almost bewitch her and they began to flicker green. Just the tips of the flames flickered blue. Buffy saw an image start to form from the smoke emitting from the fire. There was a dark figure-just the head of a figure. Just a silhouette. A dark hooded silhouette of a figure. Buffy blinked and she was still looking into the fire but now the fire was as it been. Orange-yellow flames and the faint crackle of wood buckling under the intense heat.
Buffy looked up at Angel who was stood patiently against the mantelpiece and looking at her.
"What are you waiting for?" Buffy asked him looking confused.
"You." Angel replied. A smile creeping onto his face.
"I'll be here." She replied almost whispering.
"You're the only one who can save me Buffy." Angel told her.
"I know" She replied.
She reached out to Angel's hand reaching for hers. Their fingertips merely inches apart and then Angel's started to wear away. They were turning to dust as Buffy reached for him. The dust just blowing away in an invisible wind. Just blowing away to nothingness. Angels hand, then arm and then slowly his whole body was becoming dust. Buffy looked at Angels face and his eyes were squinted in pain and Buffy watched him wear away to nothing before her. All that remained was the Claddagh ring he was wearing. The one that paired with hers. She knelt down and picked it up. She looked at the design with the crown over the top of the heart and then the hands surrounding it and whispered, "I'll be here." She walked out of the mansion and the noise and intensity of the fire inside increased; filling Buffy's head and deafening her as her alarm clock buzzed simultaneously telling her to wake up. She rolled over and tapped the top of it freeing her mind to silence. She just lay in bed for a moment and reflected on what had just happened in her dream, trying to make sense of it. Her dreams were often prophetic and cryptic. Was this one?