Dream of death
A few minutes ago they had found Eve a sleep in the elevator. Because she appeared to be in a similar situation as Angel they had put her next to him on his bed. It looked kind of strange to see them like that. Angels heart was still beating and Eve's heart went as fast as Angel's. Hours went by, Fred was getting tired, but she didn't want to leave this was to exiting.
He smiled and she smiled back. They where just standing there, her hand on his chest. The beating of his heart made her shiver. Was it possible to shiver in a dream and was she suppose to be dream at all.
He looked at her and put his hand on her hand. The touch of her skin was like lightning going through your body. He felt more a live than ever. He wanted more. The feeling of being alive was like a drug and it seemed that she was enjoyed it as much as he was. He pulled her into his arms and softly kissed her…
Fred woke up. The soft zooming of one of the machines drew her attention. Suddenly she realised that something was wrong. She looked into Angels room and froze. Her hand grabbed the telephone on the wall, she called Wesley.
"Wesley you should see this."
There, in a strange stage between awake and sleep, they where making out, kissing madly. In amazement the walked around the bed and even touched Angel shoulder, but they didn't seem to notice.
Fred walked out the room and Wesley followed her. They watched the screens together. Fred was so tired that after a while she just put her head on Wes his shoulder and fell a sleep.
Not knowing what to think or what to do about Angel he relaxed and looked at Fred sleeping on his shoulder. He carefully lifted her head and picked her up. He walked to the sofa on the other side of the room. He put her down and looked at her. He envied Angel, he wished that he could hold and kiss Fred, like Angel was kissing Eve. On that very moment Fred opened her eyes and looked at him, like in a dream she took his hand and pulled him close to her. He fell a sleep in her arm with only one thought," I hope this isn't a dream".
Lorn was singing of hopes and dream. His passion in live, he couldn't wish for more or could he. The words of his song changed and with out him knowing it he affecting everyone in the building. The stronger his words and the more he believed in them, the more persons he affected. The persons that needed his happiness the most where affected first. He could sing for hours without stopping.
A dark creature of magic smiled, there dreams would kill them there hearts would fail and stop beating.
