Shadow held him, not really tired. He rested nonetheless, finding that the relaxation was just as good as sleeping.

As the hours passed by drifted from sleep to dreams to visions. His hands clutching tightly to Shadow.

Shadow peeked in on his visions, holding him close. He wanted to gather as much as possible from them...

It was midday, the sun was high in the sky, the fields around him were a mix of the different fields that Angelo had lived near with shadow. The house was just over the rise and it too was a mix almost like the vision did not know what year this would take place. Angelo was sitting not far off watching the road that came up to the house. He looked the same as he had before falling asleep, so it was in the next few years this would happen if it did. Seeing Shadow coming up the road Angelo rose then walked down towards him. Only to stop then scream at him to run. Behind him coming from the surrounding woods was people of the village. Their voices rose in anger, they seem to waver between two different days. Their clothes changed back and forth as did they hair. One of the women, a shopkeeper’s wife had a bruise like a hand on her right cheek in both days.
Angelo ran towards them as Shadow turned to run to him. That was then Angelo saw it, a weapon made of some sort of wood but not wood. Whatever it was seemed to glimmer with magic. Angelo knew it was magic in here even if he had never seen magic before. As the weapon was thrown Angelo dove to stop it. The weapon never changed so this would happen in both days. It struck him in the back burrowing deep into him. Seeing what had happened the villagers stopped with looks of horror on their face.

Shadow shooed the vision away from Angelo's mind, willing him to either wake up or dream something much happier...

It almost seemed like the Vision stuck it tongue out at Shadow as it faded. Flipping over in shadows arms Angelo sighed. The vision gone a simple dream took its place.

Shadow kissed his neck, gently, and settled down to sleep. He was getting thirsty, but he wouldn't bite him until Angelo said it was all right.

About an hour latter Angelo woke up. His body felt heave and blotted. Moving a bit he remembered the last time he had felt this way. After years of repeat feeding Angelo’s body had grown to make more blood then he needed. And he would feel this way until he ether cut himself which was not the best Idea or Shadow fed on him. Looking back at shadow he bent over and kissed him. “You know you don’t need permission to feed from me. That was given to you long ago.”

Shadow was half-asleep. "Mm," was all he said. He leaned over and sank his fangs into Angelo's neck, eyes closed.

Not being what he had Expected Angelo Yipped quite loudly. His heart racing as a fear that shadow would not stop feeding griped him. “shadow wake up!”

Shadow pulled back, briefly. "I'm awake..." His eyes were barely open, but he seemed awake. "I'm just tired..."

“You were not doing it like you usually do, it scared me.” Leaning in he opened his neck back up to Shadow to feed.

Shadow contently latched back on. ~I'm not feeling so well...I apologize if I scared you...~

Sighing Angelo waited for the feeling of pleasure to wash over him. Closing his eyes Angelo enjoyed the feeling of giving of himself as it came. “How are you not feeling well?”

Once he finished, Shadow pulled away. "Mm...I'm feeling tired, listless...and I know I'm not tired--I've slept a lot in the past three days..."

“I have been more tired, could it be that we are using more magic then usually?” Angelo sighed relaxing into Shadows arms. “Could us using up that energy that we are used to having is making us tired?”

"I use my magic often, but I don't often manipulate the elements. That may be it," Shadow murmured, holding him close.

“And I am just starting so it is doublely hard for me?” Angelo slowly traced his finger along the grain of Shadows robe. He really did love this man, and he was now worried for him. much more than just because of the dreams.

"Most likely..." Shadow replied, running a hand through Angelo's hair. He knew how Angelo felt about him. Shadow was not sure, because of all he had felt in the past, but he did feel a very strong liking and emotional attraction to Angelo.

“Shall we go and do the garden now? It has suffered with my sister’s death and then you teaching me.” Pulling away from Shadow Angelo smiled. There was sadness and fear in it but there also was hope.”

Shadow kissed his cheek. "True. Let's go check on it." He stood up, extending his hand out to Angelo so they could walk with each other.

Smiling a bit more brightly Angelo placed his hand where Shadow had kissed him. “I hope that no one ever comes here but us.” He said as they walked out into the sunset to work in the garden.

"That makes two of us." Shadow knelt down, to work on his garden. It had grown many weeds in his absence.

helping with the garden Angelo sighed. what was he going to do about the visions? they were getting stronger and he was not seeing any way out of it. all he kept seeing was his death and the villagers trying to harm Shadow. should he ask Shadow to move houses again. Angelo did not even know if they had enough money move any time soon.

Shadow watched him out of the corner of his eye. "What's wrong? You look worried about something..." He pulled a few more weeds out of his garden.