A/N: Thanks for the one review I got, and the silent readers as well. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Got a lot more coming your way.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer; or it's characters. I just play around and have fun with them.
Chapter 2.
The Blonde slayer tried her best to focus on what she was doing; training the new slayers, but for some reason she couldn't exactly stop thinking about the nightmare that she'd had just hours before. There had to be a reason for it. Buffy didn't have nightmares for no apparent reason. Her nightmares were prophetic and normally when she dreamed up something; it actually happened.
She shook herself out of her thoughts when she heard one of the girls shrill "Ouch. Fucking bitch!" Alexandra yelled. "Bitch huh?" another new slayer named Taryn spat. "I'll show you a fucking bitch." she finished before pouncing on the red-head and throwing punches at the other girl's face. Alex grunted and used all her strength to flip the other girl and then she was on top of her. Alex seemed stronger though. She held the other girl down with her strong legs and punched her hard in the jaw. "Want some more?" she taunted.
"Girls!" Buffy shouted to get their attention, but they still went at it like a bunch of boys hyped up on steroids. "Girls!" she shouted even louder. "Don't make me break you up!" she warned and the girls separated from each-other, both of them averting their eyes away from their trainers. "Sorry." they both chimed in at the same time, but she noticed them giving each-other go to hell looks.
"Time for a break." Buffy sighed and turned on her heel, knowing the girls would follow shortly behind her. She quietly shut herself in her room and threw herself face down on her comfortable bed. She groaned as she felt the satin sheets against her skin, wanting to crawl under them and never come out. Too bad she had a million responsibilities now, in being the Chosen one. The one girl in all the world blah blah blah. She groaned even louder this time and turned over to where she was facing the ceiling.
"It's too much for you huh honey?" she heard her mother's gentle voice. She bolted out of the bed and looked what-seemed-like-her-mother straight in the face.
"No." Buffy lied. "I can handle anything. I always have. I'm the slayer." she mused.
"Only you're not the only one any more." Joyce said lovingly. "Honey, you really should take a break."
Buffy knew it was a trick and that she shouldn't listen to her mother. This wasn't real. She must have been dreaming again. That had to be it. It was another nightmare.
"Mom. You're not here. Please. Just leave me alone whatever you are." Buffy pleaded her eyes filling with tears, but she never let them fall. She would not show any signs of weakness no matter what.
"Can't a mother worry for her child?" Joyce asked comfortingly.
"You're not my mother!" Buffy shouted. A knock sounded on her door making her jump. She ignored it and turned back around to face her mother, but whatever was taking the form of her mother disappeared and she was left alone.
"Ms. Summers?" Alex's voice called. "You alright?"
Buffy wiped the tears from her eyes and opened the door. "Y-yeah I'm fine. Why?"
Alex could tell something wasn't right. "I uh." she paused. "I heard you shoutin' "
Buffy thought to herself for a moment, trying to figure out what lie she was going to come up with to tell the red-head. "Uh. I stubbed my toe." she quickly spat.
"Oh come on. You expect me to believe that." Alex spat, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yes. Now go away." Buffy hissed and Alex turned on her heel and jogged out of the room, knowing Buffy was not kidding around. The blonde was very scary to the younger slayer. She respected the hell out of her. Dawn had told her so many stories that she couldn't even keep up with. The woman had saved the world a thousand or more times and Alex couldn't help but look up to her. She also knew when the back the fuck off too though.
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Dawn groaned as she stepped through the doorway to their new accustomed house, throwing her jacket over one of the chairs in the dining room and her book bag on the table. She grinned inwardly to herself thinking of the day she'd just had. She passed her test with flying colors. Dawn had always liked school, or at least that's what the monk's that created the memories made her believe. Either way, she loved school, loved learning and loved helping do research when it came to investigating a new big bad.
She felt so tired today though. The nightmares had kept her tossing and turning all night. It wasn't just one night she had them though. She kept having them over and over every single night and it was starting to wear the poor Summers' girl out. She was only eighteen and the weight of college and everything was really running her down.
She noticed Buffy in the kitchen cooking up a storm. Dinner she guessed. "Uh Buffy. Everything okay? You don't normally cook."
Her older sister shrugged her shoulders. "Just felt like it today I guess." she lied.
Dawn could see that her sister was lying. She could feel that something was wrong with Buffy. She could always feel it. They were deeply connected somehow.
"You're a big fat liar." Dawn spat, walking further into the kitchen and sitting down on a bar stool.
Buffy shrugged again. "I guess."
Dawn sighed and put her head into her hands. "Buffy. What's wrong? Is it the nightmares again?"
Buffy turned off the stove and came and sat down by her sister. She didn't want to freak her out, but maybe Dawn needed to hear the truth now.
"Dawnie." she began, but paused. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously thinking of what to say. "I think our nightmares are more than what they seem." she finished.
The brunette nodded her head. "I could of guessed that." she frowned. "I'm not stupid you know. We've kind of been dealing with this shit for a long time."
Buffy grimaced at the cussword that came out of her own little sister's mouth, but she didn't correct her. Dawn was old enough now to make her own mistakes.
"I think I need to call Giles." the blonde added in.
Dawn nodded her head in agreement. "You really think our nightmares are like real?" she paused. "Do you think it's your prophecy dreams or whatever you call um?"
Buffy chuckled at this. "I honestly don't think it's just nightmares Dawn." she frowned suddenly, and tears glassed her eyes over. "I think the first is back."
Dawn's eyes popped open in shock. "What?" she nearly fell backwards off of her chair, but Buffy put an arm behind her back to support her weight. "What?" the brunette's eyes glassed over with tears. She let a couple spill then.
"How? We" she didn't finished. She threw her arms around her older sister's neck and clung to her like a scared little child.
"I don't know Dawnie. I may be wrong. I'm not always right you know." Buffy said.
Dawn chuckled at this and pulled herself out of Buffy's arms. She was scared, but she was strong too. She'd killed plenty of vampires on her own. She'd dealt with the first and she could deal with it again, if that's what it was.
"I'm gonna call Giles." Buffy said gently.
Dawn nodded and hopped off the barstool. "I need to do some homework. Let me know what he says sis." she said in a hushed tone. They'd kept their hole conversation quiet, just incase the younger slayers would of heard something. There was no need to panic them if it wasn't a big deal. That's all they needed, 20 something young women panicking, yelling , cursing and crying for no reason.
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"Hello?" a British voice sounded over the phone.
"Giles, it's Buffy. We got a major problem."
Giles pulled his glasses off of his face, and cleaned them before putting them back on. "Do explain please." he said quixotically.
"Um. I kinda been havin' those dreams that come to life thingy-mabombs." she said in a hushed tone just incase someone was standing at the door listening.
"Prophetic dreams?" Giles questioned.
"Yeah those." Buffy agreed.
"What has happened in those dreams Buffy?" a worried Giles asked.
They talked on the phone for a while before Giles decided to fly in from England to meet with her and the new slayers. He also told her that he'd be getting Faith on the line. Her and her crew would come if it was necessary, but first they would sit down and they would hash out the details.
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Willow's POV
The red-headed witch sat at her desk. A million papers stacked up high, almost to reach the ceiling. She'd recently become watcher over a whole lot of slayers and the work was a lot more than she expected it to be. Kennedy had come with her as well and they worked together. Kennedy trained the slayer and Willow did most of the stuff that typical watchers did. The research mostly.
"Willow." a familiar voice called out, startling and causing her to knock some papers off the desk as she turned around to see who it was. She didn't really need to do that though, because deep down inside of her, she knew exactly who it was.
"T-tara?" she stumbled over her words and stepped back a few paces.
Her girlfriend looked, well normal. She was Tara. She was still wearing the pastel blue shirt that Willow had seen her get shot in. "H-how?" Willow squeaked.
"Baby. I missed you." Tara said in a very soft voice. That voice that made Willow flush red every time she said anything, especially when she whispered to her the things she wanted to do to her in bed. She shook herself out of her thoughts and focused on what was in front of her.
"Tara. How are you here? I-I-don't understand." Willow stammered, obviously terrified at what was tacking place.
"You don't want me here?" A frown formed on Tara's beautiful face and Willow quickly responded by going over to her. She went to place a hand on her cheek, but her hand went right through her. The red-head backed off immediately, panicked.
"The first?" she gasped.
"I'm not the first." Tara said in a comforting tone. "I'm not, but I came here to warn you, and I-I don't have much time." Tara said before starting to flicker. It looked like she was about to disappear. No. Willow had just gotten her back. She didn't want to lose her again.
"Please? Tara. Don't go!" she fell to her knees, uncontrollably sobbing.
"I must. I will try to come back. I promise." the blonde whispered as she disappeared in a flash of laminating light; out of the room.
Kennedy had heard the stirring around in Willow's office and decided to go check on her to see what all the hassle was about. "Uh Wil? What's the matter?" the toned-brunette asked her girlfriend who was in a bawl on the floor crying.
Willow quickly sat up and thought of something to say. She couldn't tell her girlfriend she'd just seen Tara. They'd take her to a mental institute instantly. They'd think she'd gone criminally insane.
"I uh.. Kicked my shin on the desk." Willow lied, averting her eyes from Kennedy.
"Oh come off it Wil." Kennedy frowned, her arms automatically reaching to help Willow up. "That is a big fat lie." The once spoiled-brat argued. "You're a horrible liar, and you know it."
"I - I can't." Willow stammered and ran out of the room as fast as she could, Kennedy quickly following behind her.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter will be up soon. More surprises to come.
