Special with sugar on top to the wonderful Sigma for beta- fast my fic!!!
The song: The power of love by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Chapter 7-
Anne was tossing and turning in her sleep, nightmarish reality invading her dreams. She dreamt of Buffy accusing her of being Angelus's whore. Of Angel looking at her, hurt and disappointed.
The wind coming through her window made her shiver as she restlessly slept. Spike sat next to her. He'd come rushing in when he'd heard her call out. Once he realized she wasn't in trouble, he just sat on a chair near her, keeping an eye on her. An hour had passed as he just stared at Anne, taking in her beauty.
I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
Looking at her made him burn with passion. He wanted to take her into his arms, claim her, make her his own.
Feels like fire
I'm so in love with you"No" she moaned in pain, as her haunting dreams drove her to tears. Her head snapped back and forth as she tried to escape sleep.
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay-bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away-yeah
Spike jumped to his feet and leant over her, brushing her tears softly from her cheeks, careful not to wake her from her much-needed sleep. He gently caressed her hair with his other hand; the smell of vanilla wafting up to him, making him want her even more.
I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul Make love your goal*
In her room, Buffy's dreams were filled with horrors, too. She kept remembering when she first met Angelus, after that one beautiful night of lovemaking. One minute, she held her lovely Angel. The next, she held the killer, Angelus. She could see Anne looking at her, with Angelus yanking Anne back from the light, from Buffy.
Then there was Angel, telling her that it was too late. That he was leaving.
Spike was in the shadow. He turned to her, a crucifix in his hand, 'Can I rest now, Buffy?' he said quietly.
'You have to choose' warned Angel. She opened her mouth to answer, then there was Anne, locked in an embrace with Angelus. Anne turned, smiling wickedly,'I chose.'
"No!" Buffy gasped.
She turned and ran, trying to deny what she'd seen.
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
*
Anya woke up, achingly empty. She wanted Xander there. Without him, the nights seemed so long...so cold...so meaningless.
She sniffed, wiping off a tear that had slipped down her cheek. It was her fault, just as much as it was his. She didn't have to sleep with Spike. That was something Xander would never forget.
She sat at her kitchen table, sipping coffee as she listened to the melancholy music floating out of the radio.
Flame on burnt desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal*
Willow was dreaming of Tara. They were in a beautiful field, filled with all colors and kinds of flowers. Tara danced ahead, her long hair flowing behind her in a golden wave. Willow tried to catch her, but Tara always stayed just out of reach, teasing her and laughing.
Finally, Willow caught her and spun her around, only to have Tara become Warren, screaming as his flesh was ripped off. Willow backed up, unable to take her eyes off his tortured expression. 'No...no!' she screamed and opened her eyes, breathing heavily. She was back in her room, in her bed. She picked up a photo of Tara and her. It had been a beautiful sunny day, and Tara was so beautiful...hot tears ran down Willow's face, and her tears became loud sobs.
I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down I'll be around
With my undying, death-defying
Love for you
*
"What are you doing here?" accused Angel.
Connor glared at him,"Nice to see you, too, DAD!"
"Stop the game, Connor" Angel warned him, "How did you know I was here?"
Connor sighed, "Gunn told me."
"Really? Is Cordelia ok?" he asked concerned.
"Yeah, Dad, she's fine. Fred and Gunn are looking after her."
"Ok...so why are you here?" he frowned, folding his arms.
"I...I just thought I could...well...help you. With whatever you're doing here." Connor said, wanting to show Angel how much he'd changed; how he was helping people now, just like Angel.
"Look, Connor, I'm doing fine by myself. You should just go back to LA if you really want to help. I don't need any more complications here."
"So I'm just a complication to you?"
"Yes...No" Angel sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"Are you ashamed of me?" accused Connor.
"What? No, of course not! Why would I be ashamed of you? You're my son."
"Right." said Connor, bitterly. "Fine, I'll just catch a ride back. Was nice seeing you."
He turned to leave, and Angel winced. He didn't want him to leave. He was very proud of his son. Proud of how he could fight with the best demon-hunters, proud of the man his son was becoming. It was just...he could seem to say it. "Wait" Angel called. Connor turned, a spark of hope in his eyes."As long as you're here, you might as well stay with me. We can do the whole father-son bonding thing!"
Connor smiled, and his face seemed to light up. For a moment, Angel could see Darla's beautiful smile. Not the wicked one she show most people, but the special one she reserved for him alone. Shaking himself out of his memories, he smiled back,"Let's go. I'm staying in my mansion. The one right over there."
"So...what's up with Sunnydale? And who do we have to save?"
*
Anne was dreaming again.
She sat in the garden, a light evening breeze brushing her face lightly. She felt cold lips on her forehead. Lifting her gaze, she saw Angelus, smiling at her. She trembled and tried to get away, but he held her there. 'You know you can't get away from me. No one can help you now, little girl. We're bound by blood for eternity. If you run, I'll only find you. Your blood calls to me, my love.'
'No' she denied
'Yes' he hissed. He grabbed her in a punishing grip, kissing her brutally. He pulled back for a second, then changed into game-face and tore into her soft neck.
She could see Buffy over his shoulder, shaking her head in disappointment before turning and walking away.
'No, wait! Don't go!' she screamed.
Buffy spun back, a sneer on her face,'This is all your fault, Anne. You brought this on yourself. I can't help you.'
'No!!' she wailed, feeling her life slipping away from her.
Angelus was shaking her.
"No!", she cried, "Let go of me! Don't touch me!"
Spike tried to calm her down, but she couldn't escape her nightmare.
*
As Angel and Connor approached the mansion, quietly discussing what was going on in Sunnydale, they heard an agonized scream. Angel rushed through the door to Anne, only to see Spike hovering above her as she begged him to let her go.
He growled, changing into his game-face as he backhanded Spike into the wall. Anne woke suddenly, only to see Angel, fangs bared.
"Get away from me Angelus" she tried to push him away, as she fell to the floor, shaking with sobs.
"Anne..." Angel tried to soothe her.
"No! Get away from me!" she curled up and began to rock back and forth as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energyRushin' rushin' inside of me
This time we go sublime
Lovers entwine-divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure-the only treasure
I'm so in love with you
To be continued, if the interest is there!