Dreams

Buffy sat up, drenched in a cold sweat. It had happened again. Another girl in some part of the world had died, another Potential Slayer. She looked around the room to see it empty. They hadn't invaded her room yet. She threw the covers aside and walked downstairs. She found the kitchen occupied. Spike leaned on the counter, toying with his lighter. She watched silently.

"You're still up?"

"It is nighttime, love."

He took in her unease. "What's wrong?"

"The dreams are back. We're still losing girls."

He reached out to comfort her. "You can't save them all, Buffy."