Disclaimer: Yea uhm, I didn't come up with any of these characters and all that, they're all the property of the lovely and talented Mr.Joss and UPN.
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Its the middle of winter on a friday night. What am I doing? Well, sleeping, and its one fucked up dream boys and girls, one step too many through the looking glass, i think i just might have bumped my head falling down that rabbit hole.
So this dream, it started out likle most of my adolescant romance dreams, centered around James Marsters, well Spike. Either way, they are both way too old for me. So, we're sitting in the cemetary and he's leaning inm to give me a big wet...uhhh, thats not the point. Anyway, the point is, next thing I know, instead of giving me his sweet lovins, the big nutered bad is grabbing me by the hair and whispering in my ear.
'Its Real'
And thats when I wake up. Looking at my watch I see its four o'clock in the morning, and I have fallen asleep at the computer again. Joy. Running a hand through my hair and freezing in mid yawn i blink. Im either going nuts, or someones banging on the door.
'God damn it'
Stumbling towards the door, and tripping over Fuzzy, the fattest cat in the northen hemispher I stand in front of the door. Faded pink hair a mess, and my newly aqquired eyebrow piercing hurting like heck.
Yawn
'Who is it?'
No answer, so probably maing the worst desicion of my life, well, next to making out with that twenty-four year old guy on that cruise ship, I open the door, and my jaw drops to the floor.
Okay, so, I can deal with this. James Marsters and Allision Haniggon are standing on my front porch, which I should tell you, is in North Bumfuck, USA. Uhm, did Margaret uhh, like call MTV's fanatic or something.
Something wierd...was going on. Then folks, the preverbial shit hit the fan. James opens his mouth, and I figure that something is definitely going on, considering he's in character and pulling the Spike act.
'Uhm....can I help you...'
I take a few steps back and realize I still have to be dreaming. 'Cause here's what he said.
'Get your things, and don't worry about your mother, don't leave a note...nothing'
Right about here is where I start screaming.
So, James looks at Allison, and she throws some funky smelling shit in my face, and I go black from there folks.
When I wake up, it looks like I'm on the set of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, well kind of. I'm in the magick shop, and the entire cast of Buffy is staring at me like I'm from another planet.
Did I mention that I'm tied up?
And just when you think things can't get any wierder, James opens his mouth and says.
'Willow, maybe you should explain'
Now, lady's and gents, I'm definitely lost.
'Um, 'scuse me, but uhm, Isn't her name Allison, and why am I tied up, and if this is MTV's fanatic, don
t you all think that your going just a little too far?'
So "Spike" glares at me, growls, and I decide right about now would be a perfect time to shut up.
Then "Willow" opens her mouth, and starts talking.
'Your entire life, has been molded by the council, they ensured your favorite television show would be Buffy the Vampire Slayer, only see Gina, it wasn't a show, well it was, but only for you and the people the COuncil hired to make your world seem real.
See, Sweety, everything you ever thought was real, the people, the television, it wasn't, the council was protecting you, and waiting for when you would be needed, and now, since Buffy has so much going on, well, they felt it was time to put you in to action'
Right now, I'm staring at Allison like she has sprouted a third arm and started speaking in tounges.
'Scuse me?'
This is where "Spike" jumps in.
'You bloody idiot, your a slayer'
I start laughing like a hyena on laughing gas, tears creeping from the corners of my eyes.
'Man, you guys, you had me going, really you did, but see, Vampires, Magick, and all that Jazz, not real'
Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Spike, he looks really mad, and thats when he comes at me, with his, game face on.
Wait a minute..oh..oh boy.
Here's were I faint again.
Slowly I open my eyes, and find myself in a bed, teeth in need of brushingf, and sunlight filtering in through the windows.
No more sushi late at night for me, leads to too many wierd dreams.
Sitting up, I turn my head towards where my alarm clock would be, and see, that standing in a dark corner, a smirk on his face, was Spike, sipping from a glass, a thick red liquid, I didn't need to ask what it was.
I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto.
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Its the middle of winter on a friday night. What am I doing? Well, sleeping, and its one fucked up dream boys and girls, one step too many through the looking glass, i think i just might have bumped my head falling down that rabbit hole.
So this dream, it started out likle most of my adolescant romance dreams, centered around James Marsters, well Spike. Either way, they are both way too old for me. So, we're sitting in the cemetary and he's leaning inm to give me a big wet...uhhh, thats not the point. Anyway, the point is, next thing I know, instead of giving me his sweet lovins, the big nutered bad is grabbing me by the hair and whispering in my ear.
'Its Real'
And thats when I wake up. Looking at my watch I see its four o'clock in the morning, and I have fallen asleep at the computer again. Joy. Running a hand through my hair and freezing in mid yawn i blink. Im either going nuts, or someones banging on the door.
'God damn it'
Stumbling towards the door, and tripping over Fuzzy, the fattest cat in the northen hemispher I stand in front of the door. Faded pink hair a mess, and my newly aqquired eyebrow piercing hurting like heck.
Yawn
'Who is it?'
No answer, so probably maing the worst desicion of my life, well, next to making out with that twenty-four year old guy on that cruise ship, I open the door, and my jaw drops to the floor.
Okay, so, I can deal with this. James Marsters and Allision Haniggon are standing on my front porch, which I should tell you, is in North Bumfuck, USA. Uhm, did Margaret uhh, like call MTV's fanatic or something.
Something wierd...was going on. Then folks, the preverbial shit hit the fan. James opens his mouth, and I figure that something is definitely going on, considering he's in character and pulling the Spike act.
'Uhm....can I help you...'
I take a few steps back and realize I still have to be dreaming. 'Cause here's what he said.
'Get your things, and don't worry about your mother, don't leave a note...nothing'
Right about here is where I start screaming.
So, James looks at Allison, and she throws some funky smelling shit in my face, and I go black from there folks.
When I wake up, it looks like I'm on the set of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, well kind of. I'm in the magick shop, and the entire cast of Buffy is staring at me like I'm from another planet.
Did I mention that I'm tied up?
And just when you think things can't get any wierder, James opens his mouth and says.
'Willow, maybe you should explain'
Now, lady's and gents, I'm definitely lost.
'Um, 'scuse me, but uhm, Isn't her name Allison, and why am I tied up, and if this is MTV's fanatic, don
t you all think that your going just a little too far?'
So "Spike" glares at me, growls, and I decide right about now would be a perfect time to shut up.
Then "Willow" opens her mouth, and starts talking.
'Your entire life, has been molded by the council, they ensured your favorite television show would be Buffy the Vampire Slayer, only see Gina, it wasn't a show, well it was, but only for you and the people the COuncil hired to make your world seem real.
See, Sweety, everything you ever thought was real, the people, the television, it wasn't, the council was protecting you, and waiting for when you would be needed, and now, since Buffy has so much going on, well, they felt it was time to put you in to action'
Right now, I'm staring at Allison like she has sprouted a third arm and started speaking in tounges.
'Scuse me?'
This is where "Spike" jumps in.
'You bloody idiot, your a slayer'
I start laughing like a hyena on laughing gas, tears creeping from the corners of my eyes.
'Man, you guys, you had me going, really you did, but see, Vampires, Magick, and all that Jazz, not real'
Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Spike, he looks really mad, and thats when he comes at me, with his, game face on.
Wait a minute..oh..oh boy.
Here's were I faint again.
Slowly I open my eyes, and find myself in a bed, teeth in need of brushingf, and sunlight filtering in through the windows.
No more sushi late at night for me, leads to too many wierd dreams.
Sitting up, I turn my head towards where my alarm clock would be, and see, that standing in a dark corner, a smirk on his face, was Spike, sipping from a glass, a thick red liquid, I didn't need to ask what it was.
I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto.
