Title: Gypsy Dreams (A page from Angels Journal)
Author: rosekk2000
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, but boy do I wish it was.
Authors Note:  The fates are often cruel sisters, twisting the will 
of man to suit themselves.  Now imagine that in cursing Angelus the 
gypsies also cursed the very soul they sought to avenge.  Leaving 
her cursed to dwell in the darkened shadows that surround Angelus/
Angel until his final death or redemption.


July 12th, 2003

It's hot out, sweltering in fact, but it isn't the heat that has 
driven me from my bed.  It was the dream. The dream I've been 
having for more years than I can count.  First it only came to 
my conscious mind in bits and pieces, scrambled remains of 
unimportant thoughts.  But now, tonight I remember.  Clear, 
sharp, in living color, blindingly real in my mind.

Its cold and dark, moisture caresses my skin like a long lost lover.
There is nothing but me, the darkness, and the mist swirling and 
dancing in the night.  She comes then wrapped in a cloak of mist, 
thick black ringlets of hair framing her heart-shaped face and 
flowing freely over her shoulders and across her breast.

The scent of wildflowers, earth, and campfire fill my nostrils as 
she approaches.  She speaks not a word choosing instead to convey 
her thoughts with the gentle pleading of her soft brown eyes. 
Pleading wasted on me for I lack understanding of what it is she 
wants, but still she tries.

I'm transfixed, unable to move, held by her pain.  Pain born of 
sorrow and something else I can't quite place.  Pain shining 
brightly in her eyes so plain that even I can see it.  She stops 
mere inches from me, her presence is overwhelming, threatening to 
consume me.

She leans in her soft lips gently brushing mine. They feel cool 
even against mine;  and she tastes sweet.  Suddenly I find 
myself wanting more, but she pulls away the pain replaced with a 
look of amusement.  Slender hands reach out tracing the sharp 
angles of my face, trailing slowly down across my chest, down my 
arms, coming to rest in my hand.

I feel her chilled fingers close over my hand and I watch in silence
as she moves, guiding my hand to her.  I only blink as my hand 
disappears into the rich folds of her black velvet cloak finding 
the soft flesh hidden beneath.

A deep sigh escapes for her lips as my hand moves sliding over the 
gentle curve of her breast.  Instinctively my thumb slides sideways 
across the rise of her hardening nipple and  I smile.  This I 
understand, this I can control, this I can do, and do very well.

She shifts, her cloak falling open to reveal the sensual beauty of 
her supple young body.  Still we say nothing.  My hand slides down 
cupping her breast as my lips find the hard pebble of her nipple, 
my tongue dances teasingly across the puckered flesh.  I can feel 
her tiny fingers laced within my hair as she seeks to hold me 
there, suckling at her breast.   But I'm in charge now and I shift 
slightly, moving back and forth between the twin globes of her 
flesh, teasing each one with great care.

One hand moves down, trailing across the smooth plane of her stomach
and tracing the curve of her hip.  She shifts slightly, placing one
tiny foot on something unseen in the darkness and opening herself up
to me.  I drop to my knees trailing wet kisses as I go.  Her scent 
is strong in my nostrils, hot and musky, hungry for me and I know 
what she wants.

My fingers move sliding over her sweet pink flesh, spreading her 
open, making way for my tongue.  She is sweet to the taste and her 
soft moans of pleasure spur me on.  I lock my lips over the swollen 
nub of her clit and she bucks against me, fingers tangled once more 
in my hair pulling me to her wet, willing flesh.  In no time I am 
rewarded with a sweet rush of her juices as she trembles violently 
in release, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

She recovers quickly, and shaking fingers fumble wildly with the 
button of my jeans.  I move to help her but she is hungry now and 
needs none. She pushes me to the ground as she pulls my pants from 
my body.  She smiles briefly and then rips the silken fabric of my 
boxers from my body.  

She climbs up my body leaving a trail of tiny kisses until she is a 
straddle me, the hardened flesh of my cock rubbing against the 
warmth of her womanhood.  She smiles shifting this way and that, 
rising up slightly to allow me entrance.  A growl escapes from deep 
in my chest as I feel myself slide into her.  The walls of her 
pussy burning the flesh of my cock with her need.  I can feel her 
muscles gripping me, squeezing me, milking me, driving me crazy 
with her desire.

She rides me hard and wild, with a desperate need.  Small hands rip 
away the thin silk of my shirt, baring my chest to her hunger.  She 
bites down hard on the puckered flesh of my nipples, neck and ears. 
I can feel her body tense up and she rides me harder still, needing 
some release.  A warm flood of fluid washes over my cock, triggering
my release as well.

Her small body slumps forward, her naked breast pressing into my 
chest.  Surprisingly she is cool against me, cold even.  She 
shifts,  her lips gently brushing my ear and she speaks.

"I forgive you Angelus."

Then I am awake here alone in my room with nothing but the moonlight
and my thoughts.  Who is she?  Why does she call me Angelus?  What 
does she want from me?  For one brief moment I think perhaps she 
wants to forgive me for something Angelus did.  Its possible, after 
all there were so many he hurt.  But no, why should anyone forgive 
him... me?  We don't deserve their forgiveness, perhaps he... I 
never will.


Prologue:

She stands alone in the shadow of the vampire.  Watching as he 
writes in his journal, same as he does each time she tries to 
reach him.  Waiting for a sign that he has accepted her 
forgiveness, praying that he will.  

He does not, she watches as he closes the book a heavy sigh escaping
from his lips as he whispers.

"Why would she forgive us?"
 
She stands alone in the shadow of the vampire, and if only he would 
listen he could her crying in the night.

The End