「 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 」

Ch. XVII [17] ♡

"Cedric?" The young werewolf was so massively confused; nothing could even begin to explain.

He seemed to be laying down, sharing a bed with Cedric. Cedric had a different air about him, however. He appeared younger, which was quite ironic considering the fact that he was a vampire and he didn't age. He was smiling, and not that creepy, mischievous smile he gets. Cedric was truly and genuinely smiling, just beaming with happiness.

Angel saw his own hand reaching for Cedric's face, caressing it lovingly. Angel could've sworn that he wasn't doing anything; his hand seemed to act completely on its own. And... "his" hand didn't even look like his hand, as he was maintaining his careful observation.

He suddenly found his head to be filled with conflicting thoughts: on one hand, the contempt that built up for Cedric over the years was there, but it paled in comparison to the surprising amount of comfort and love he felt lying in bed with this alternative universe, bizarro world Cedric.

Where the hell were these feelings that he never felt for Cedric before come from? What was this vision he was seeing? Was he even really himself? Angel was starting to think so; it felt like his consciousness was planted within someone else.

"I love you..." muttered Cedric, staring intensely into Angel's eyes.

"I love you too," Angel responded except, the biggest shock of them all came when he finally said something. The voice was most definitely not his. How do you suddenly start speaking in a voice that isn't yours? This freaked him out the most, and he tried so hard to regain control of himself and his body.

Angel jolted awake, covered in sweat and he threw the bed covers off of him. He stumbled into the bathroom and peered into the mirror, poking and prodding at his face. He looked down at his hands turning them back and forth, clenching and unclenching his fists. These activities were Angel's way of making sure that he had gained autonomy again.

"That was a f*cking dream...!?"

It did seem like it was a dream, but despite his overwhelming uncomfort about the situation, he couldn't deny that he felt so undeniably connected to the vessel he was apart of and so undeniably connected to Cedric. That was so foreign to him; Cedric actually seemed like he had a soul and a personality apart from being an intimidating creep that likes to play games just to keep him away from Bia.

Whose voice was it that came from his mouth? It was one of the most in explainable instances Angel had ever experienced in his life. Another one of those stress-relieving runs with Saturn sounded great at that moment. But, at the risk of having this experience again, he wanted to go right back to sleep because he was still so sleepy. It was a chance he was willing to take.