Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, cept ya know, the usual.
Dedications: Thanks to Fleisch, for volenteering as my beta reader, and to Trisha for the encouragment. Special thanks to Rashaka for the challange that inspired me to pick up the proverbial pen once again, and to Marrec for everything.
Authors Note: This is my first fic, pretty much. Song lyrics in later chapters include "Wild Horses" as preformed by Bush, and "Put Your Lights On" by Everlast
Buffy Summers awoke to find herself in the dark. Not the comforting, blanketing darkness one would sleep in, but the suffocating, terrifying blackness of nothingness. She scanned her eyes around, confused and disorented, seaching for some source of light. But she found nothing. Panic begin to set in, claustraphobia reminded her of waking up in her coffin, and instictivly she threw her hands out before her, punching hard. Her fear increased when her hands connected with wood, which splintered under her tiny fists. Oh God no, not again. She shrieked and kicked and clawed, dirt falling to fill her mouth and nose, choking her. She pulled herself upward and punched through the 6 feet of dirt above her....
And suddenly found herself standing in the graveyard. Confused, she simply stared for a moment, before she heard a high pitched giggle behind her. She spun to find herself face to face with Drusilla, who petted a dead dog held limp in her arms.
"Shh, little girl." Drusilla said, putting a finger to her lips. "The night sings for blood. The stars sway in the dance. He's not your puppy Slayer. He's mine to punish." The vampiress's eyes suddenly found a spot behind Buffy, and she tilted her head, grinning like the mad woman she is. "You've no eyes to see, my puppy, but you'll see much more. You've been a bad, bad dog."
Buffy turned again, and fell backwards in horror, looking up at Spike, covered in blood, and screaming silently in pain as red flames licked his form.
The world shifted around her again, and it was Faith who kneeled down behind her, draping an arm over her shoulder.
"Don't worry about it B. Little Miss Muffit's come to play."
Buffy turned around, and embraced the other Slayer, holding on to her for dear life.
"I don't understand." she whispered. "What does this mean?"
Faith petted Buffy's hair, and hugged her tightly back.
"You're job is going to get a lot easier. And a lot harder. We'll be seeing each other soon, B. The pain of the world will cost you, and death will lead you."
Buffy awoke for real this time, covered in sweat and shaking, a scream choking her throat. She pulled the sheets tighter around her, and reached over and flipped on the lamp, picking up the phone.
"Giles?" Her paniced voice asked when the line picked up moments later.
"I had a dream."
Dedications: Thanks to Fleisch, for volenteering as my beta reader, and to Trisha for the encouragment. Special thanks to Rashaka for the challange that inspired me to pick up the proverbial pen once again, and to Marrec for everything.
Authors Note: This is my first fic, pretty much. Song lyrics in later chapters include "Wild Horses" as preformed by Bush, and "Put Your Lights On" by Everlast
Buffy Summers awoke to find herself in the dark. Not the comforting, blanketing darkness one would sleep in, but the suffocating, terrifying blackness of nothingness. She scanned her eyes around, confused and disorented, seaching for some source of light. But she found nothing. Panic begin to set in, claustraphobia reminded her of waking up in her coffin, and instictivly she threw her hands out before her, punching hard. Her fear increased when her hands connected with wood, which splintered under her tiny fists. Oh God no, not again. She shrieked and kicked and clawed, dirt falling to fill her mouth and nose, choking her. She pulled herself upward and punched through the 6 feet of dirt above her....
And suddenly found herself standing in the graveyard. Confused, she simply stared for a moment, before she heard a high pitched giggle behind her. She spun to find herself face to face with Drusilla, who petted a dead dog held limp in her arms.
"Shh, little girl." Drusilla said, putting a finger to her lips. "The night sings for blood. The stars sway in the dance. He's not your puppy Slayer. He's mine to punish." The vampiress's eyes suddenly found a spot behind Buffy, and she tilted her head, grinning like the mad woman she is. "You've no eyes to see, my puppy, but you'll see much more. You've been a bad, bad dog."
Buffy turned again, and fell backwards in horror, looking up at Spike, covered in blood, and screaming silently in pain as red flames licked his form.
The world shifted around her again, and it was Faith who kneeled down behind her, draping an arm over her shoulder.
"Don't worry about it B. Little Miss Muffit's come to play."
Buffy turned around, and embraced the other Slayer, holding on to her for dear life.
"I don't understand." she whispered. "What does this mean?"
Faith petted Buffy's hair, and hugged her tightly back.
"You're job is going to get a lot easier. And a lot harder. We'll be seeing each other soon, B. The pain of the world will cost you, and death will lead you."
Buffy awoke for real this time, covered in sweat and shaking, a scream choking her throat. She pulled the sheets tighter around her, and reached over and flipped on the lamp, picking up the phone.
"Giles?" Her paniced voice asked when the line picked up moments later.
"I had a dream."