Authors Note: Errr.. sorry they're so short. School and all. I'll update
when possible, dunno when that'll be. Thanks for the Reviews!
Chapter 2 - Shared dreams
In the shadows, Angel was biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. It was hard, holding back, and watching him hurt her. His blonde, spunky angel. The one he would always love, until the world ended. It almost had, a year or so ago. But this wasn't the time to drift back into memories. Dark brown eyes filled with pain as he saw Angelus rape Buffy's mouth, his blood boiling at his words. "Now I know why Angel liked to kiss you. Too bad he's not here now." Ohhhh, but he was! Angelus was too absorbed in his captured prey to linger on the scent of himself, his alternate personality. Had he done so, Angelus would have found Angel in a shadowed doorway, wedged back as far as possible. He had been waiting for them. Knowing Angelus and Buffy, there was almost no way for Angel to be wrong. Only his extreme will NOT to attack prematurely kept him in hiding as Angelus bit into his love, and as her writhing slowly subdued. Yes.. now was the time!
He leaped out, and hit Angelus from the side, knocking him off Buffy. He heard her gasp at what was no doubt an astonishing sight, but couldn't pay any attention to it. The two of them rolled over on the damp, hard asphalt, each struggling to be on top. But it was to no avail. Buffy's blood had enhanced the both of them; her addictive, sweet, Slayer blood. Angel couldn't deny that it felt as good as it had the last time he had drunk from her - back when she saved his undead ass. Oh yes, Angel remembered every day he had been with Buffy, from the day they had met, until the day he helped her close the Hellmouth. for good.
Finally, Angel was able to hit Angelus with his full force, but as he struck, he felt himself gasping with pain - from the same wound! Swearing loudly, both Angel and Angelus renewed their attacks on each other. So pumped up with adrenaline were they, that neither paid much attention to the abrasions and bruises they were receiving of their own accord. Angel was thrown into the alley trash cans, only to scramble back up and push Angelus into the wall - by his head. The fight dragged on, and it seemed like an eon before Angel was granted a bit of luck. well, a lot actually. He tackled his counterpart, and both fell to the ground. Angel acted quickly and withdrew a pointed stake from the depths of his leather jacket, looking quite ominous in the dimmed light of the alley way.
He heard her scream, detecting a frantic plea for him to reconsider, but Angel knew what he was doing. It didn't matter to him that he would die, after almost 300 years of roaming the earth, he deserved a little peace and quiet, right? No, he didn't - but he, with his undying love, was willing to die for Buffy. Because if he didn't stake Angelus then and there, he'd only come back. Turning around to look at his fair-haired lover, Angel started to say "I love you Buff-". And that's as far as he got.
He sat straight up, wide-eyed and panting in his dark room. Just to make sure it wasn't real, Angel put his hand where his heart ought to be. No beat - but he was still flesh and blood. if only slightly dead. Disentangling himself from his sheets, Angel slipped on a pair of the regular black pants and began to pace his room. Throwing a glance at the clock, it read 7:00 AM, and he could only sigh in relief. He couldn't linger too long on the dream, after all, it was ONLY a dream, right? Still. as he buttoned up a black shirt, Angel stood by his blind-covered windows, partially wishing he could see the sunrise. Leaning against the wooden frame outlining the panes, he whispered into the air "If only I could see you again, Buffy. If only, if only."
Chapter 2 - Shared dreams
In the shadows, Angel was biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. It was hard, holding back, and watching him hurt her. His blonde, spunky angel. The one he would always love, until the world ended. It almost had, a year or so ago. But this wasn't the time to drift back into memories. Dark brown eyes filled with pain as he saw Angelus rape Buffy's mouth, his blood boiling at his words. "Now I know why Angel liked to kiss you. Too bad he's not here now." Ohhhh, but he was! Angelus was too absorbed in his captured prey to linger on the scent of himself, his alternate personality. Had he done so, Angelus would have found Angel in a shadowed doorway, wedged back as far as possible. He had been waiting for them. Knowing Angelus and Buffy, there was almost no way for Angel to be wrong. Only his extreme will NOT to attack prematurely kept him in hiding as Angelus bit into his love, and as her writhing slowly subdued. Yes.. now was the time!
He leaped out, and hit Angelus from the side, knocking him off Buffy. He heard her gasp at what was no doubt an astonishing sight, but couldn't pay any attention to it. The two of them rolled over on the damp, hard asphalt, each struggling to be on top. But it was to no avail. Buffy's blood had enhanced the both of them; her addictive, sweet, Slayer blood. Angel couldn't deny that it felt as good as it had the last time he had drunk from her - back when she saved his undead ass. Oh yes, Angel remembered every day he had been with Buffy, from the day they had met, until the day he helped her close the Hellmouth. for good.
Finally, Angel was able to hit Angelus with his full force, but as he struck, he felt himself gasping with pain - from the same wound! Swearing loudly, both Angel and Angelus renewed their attacks on each other. So pumped up with adrenaline were they, that neither paid much attention to the abrasions and bruises they were receiving of their own accord. Angel was thrown into the alley trash cans, only to scramble back up and push Angelus into the wall - by his head. The fight dragged on, and it seemed like an eon before Angel was granted a bit of luck. well, a lot actually. He tackled his counterpart, and both fell to the ground. Angel acted quickly and withdrew a pointed stake from the depths of his leather jacket, looking quite ominous in the dimmed light of the alley way.
He heard her scream, detecting a frantic plea for him to reconsider, but Angel knew what he was doing. It didn't matter to him that he would die, after almost 300 years of roaming the earth, he deserved a little peace and quiet, right? No, he didn't - but he, with his undying love, was willing to die for Buffy. Because if he didn't stake Angelus then and there, he'd only come back. Turning around to look at his fair-haired lover, Angel started to say "I love you Buff-". And that's as far as he got.
He sat straight up, wide-eyed and panting in his dark room. Just to make sure it wasn't real, Angel put his hand where his heart ought to be. No beat - but he was still flesh and blood. if only slightly dead. Disentangling himself from his sheets, Angel slipped on a pair of the regular black pants and began to pace his room. Throwing a glance at the clock, it read 7:00 AM, and he could only sigh in relief. He couldn't linger too long on the dream, after all, it was ONLY a dream, right? Still. as he buttoned up a black shirt, Angel stood by his blind-covered windows, partially wishing he could see the sunrise. Leaning against the wooden frame outlining the panes, he whispered into the air "If only I could see you again, Buffy. If only, if only."