The excitement from the last night coursed through her veins like a
much-needed poison. Her head filled with lovely thoughts of her husbands
muscular and oh so perfect body. The thought of making love to him over and
over again was enough to make her want to wake him from his peaceful sleep.
She automatically felt the comforting weight of her husband's arm grace her
torso. With the sense of security her eyes fluttered shut and she began to
drift off to dream land.
She was running, always running in her dream, in a dark and dreary setting, enclosed by gates and stone. She felt so familiar but so strange. It had been awhile since she had slain a vampire and she feared she was becoming rusty. Angel was there, they were holding hands, swinging Rachel back and forth. Then it came again the running the pain, the screams, the smell of death. She felt a searing pain hit her chest. Angel was weeping, her daughter looked so confused, but where was she? Why couldn't she help them? Another pain washed over her, making her whole body arch. Whit light flashed before her eyes and right before she woke up a name flashed like lightening shawdowing, a dark stone..a grave.
She awoke with a scream, clutching her chest, a scratch above her heart, dripping droplets of blood. Angel was already by her side, arms wrapped around his 21 yr old bride. He hadn't noticed the blood yet, but she was rocking back and forth like a small child.
"God, honey what is it?!" he noticed the blood and tore his white tank top and tried to absorb the small amount of blood that was proceeding to drench her shirt. It wasn't life threatening, barely a scratch, but it was something.
With one single solitarty phrase everything was starting to make sense. Buffy lifted her head and looked up at him with pale hazel eyes, "Buffy Summers O'Connor."
She was running, always running in her dream, in a dark and dreary setting, enclosed by gates and stone. She felt so familiar but so strange. It had been awhile since she had slain a vampire and she feared she was becoming rusty. Angel was there, they were holding hands, swinging Rachel back and forth. Then it came again the running the pain, the screams, the smell of death. She felt a searing pain hit her chest. Angel was weeping, her daughter looked so confused, but where was she? Why couldn't she help them? Another pain washed over her, making her whole body arch. Whit light flashed before her eyes and right before she woke up a name flashed like lightening shawdowing, a dark stone..a grave.
She awoke with a scream, clutching her chest, a scratch above her heart, dripping droplets of blood. Angel was already by her side, arms wrapped around his 21 yr old bride. He hadn't noticed the blood yet, but she was rocking back and forth like a small child.
"God, honey what is it?!" he noticed the blood and tore his white tank top and tried to absorb the small amount of blood that was proceeding to drench her shirt. It wasn't life threatening, barely a scratch, but it was something.
With one single solitarty phrase everything was starting to make sense. Buffy lifted her head and looked up at him with pale hazel eyes, "Buffy Summers O'Connor."