Introduction
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Angel series except my own.
This story is for all the Wesley fans out there. I think he is so hot! Anyway constructive criticism and suggestions will be appreciated.
The dreams are becoming more and more vivid now. Images of battles, of laughter, of tears, and of love constantly invade my mind. The dreams started when I was 18 years old. First, I could only see the outline of their bodies, but when I turned 25, they appeared so clearly I could actually see their faces. These people, who just happen to be men, bring forth different emotions in meā¦one of parental love and another of desire. I feel like I've known these people all my life, but I know I've never met them before. I'm hoping that these are just dreams, because I'm not ready for any of this to be real.
One of the men especially, I hope never to lay eyes on. The emotions I experience when I dream of him scares the hell out of me. His intense blue eyes always make me feel as if I'm drowning in an ocean. From his perfect British accent to his slim, but muscular build causes my throat to become dry and an intense heat seems to flow through me. And I hate it, because I don't like emotions. They make you weak and vulnerable. Yet, I find myself wishing and hoping to dream of him again just so that I can in someway feel close to him, knowing that this may be the only way to be near him. But I know I must stop this. I have to find a way to push him out of my mind before I drive myself crazy. I've already lost a part of myself and I don't need to lose my mind as well.
A part of me died long ago, but now I get the feeling that these strangers from my dreams can bring those feelings back; that they can bring me back to life. Right now I'm not alive. I just exist.
Note: This is just an introduction to the story. Review please!
