Title: Nightmare on Elm Street

Author: Forsaken2003

Pairing: S/X, W/O, B/R

Rating: NC17 (Graphic Violence, Character Deaths)

Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!

Summary: A killer is hunting the teens of Sunnydale High, killing them one by one in their dreams.

Warnings/Spoilers: A rip off from all the Freddy Movies, does not belong to me. Please don't sue! Italics indicate dreaming. Also if you haven't watched any of the movies be warned the ending is always lame, so be warned now.

Beta'd by: Dragonfly_64

Part Three

"You actually want us to believe that some crazy guy from our dreams is trying to kill us?" Buffy sat on the floor of Xander's bedroom. "Do you know how crazy that sounds?"

"Trust me, we know," Xander answered. "But what other explanation is there that we've all dreamed of the same guy?"

Buffy just bit her lip with no answer.

Riley shook his head, "You are both crazy. Your dreams can't kill you! Besides I haven't been having any dreams of this guy. It's just a coincidence."

"Actually there have been studies saying if you die in your dreams you could die for real," Oz offered. He wasn't about to dismiss the idea of this stranger being able to kill them in their sleep. If he was known for one thing, it was being open-minded.

"What do we do?" Willow asked. "I mean, who is this guy?"

"The only thing I know is that is name is Kruger. It's in that bloody song those kids constantly sing." Spike paced the length of the room; he had been doing that a lot lately. Both Buffy and Riley seemed to refuse the fact that this could even be possible. Willow seemed to at least accept the possibility along with Oz who was considering the possibility.

Willow's brow wrinkled the way as it always did when she was thinking. Without a word she pulled out her laptop and started it up. Once everything was loaded she opened the internet and typed in Google.

"What are you looking for?" Oz asked resting his head on Willows' shoulder.

"We know the guy's last name right?" Willow asked not expecting an answer. "What if this guy is real?"

Buffy looked up from her nails, "You think this guy is alive?"

"Not alive, but maybe dead?" Willow suggested as she typed in the last name. A dozen sites came up. Biting her lip she opened the first one and set off reading the article. "Oh my god," She gasped.

Oz read over his girlfriend's shoulder, his eyes widening. "We found our guy, Angelus Kruger. It says he was a serial killer. He would take kids to torture before killing them, and not much of a surprise, he used knives."

"That explains the knives for fingers he has going on." Xander replied. So the guy was real. "Is he dead?"

"Yeah, he was found not guilty on all accounts of murder. Apparently the jurors were a bunch of morons. They had more than enough proof to convict." Willow said, guessing that none of the jurors had kids. "The parents were so upset that they went after him themselves. They found him at a cabin in the woods where he was hiding out. It says here they threw bottles of gasoline through the windows before lighting a match and tossing it in. It ignited instantly; his screams could be heard for miles. They just stood and watched until the whole thing crumbled." Willow finished before looking up at her friends.

The group remained quiet, absorbing what they just found out. The guy was actually real? But dead and now hunting them in their dreams? That was just insane! "What year was this?" Spike asked trying to put all the pieces together.

"Uh…" Willow continued to scroll through the article. "1984."

Buffy stood and grabbed her backpack. "Where are you going?" Spike demanded to know. How could she just walk away knowing some pissed off guy was going to kill them?

"This is crazy! I can't believe you guys are actually falling for this." Buffy said with disgust. "Riley, will you walk me home?"

"Yeah, I'm done listening to this." Riley took Buffy's hand guiding her out from all the craziness.

Xander stood as well, "You guys, we just found out this guy was real!"

Buffy shook her head, "That doesn't mean anything; maybe we've heard of him and forgot." She called back as she left with her boyfriend.

Willow shut down her laptop before putting it into her bag, "I should get going, too. I'm working at the veterinarian clinic and I'm already late." She said and turned to Oz, "Want to walk me?"

"Yeah, surprisingly I'm not too eager to be alone right now," Oz nodded a goodbye to Spike and Xander before leaving with Willow.

Xander flopped onto his bed and sighed. "Well that was productive," he said sarcastically.

"We have more information then we did before right?" Spike sat beside Xander. He placed a hand on Xander's knee giving it a reassuring squeeze. "This guy is scary but maybe there's a way to stop him."

"He's going to kill again," Xander stated the obvious.

Spike nodded, "We'll just have to find an answer fast then."

Xander sat back up looking at Spike. A killer was on the loose in their dreams and he could die tonight. He decided if he wanted to let Spike know how he felt he should do it now before something happened and he would regret it. Xander placed his hand on Spike's sharp cheek bone, not moving. He wanted to give Spike the chance to pull away.

Spike sat still as Xander touched his cheek, he was sure what was going to come next but he wasn't going to take the lead in case he was misunderstanding the situation. Holding his breath as Xander leaned in, he decided to meet Xander half way. Their lips met and couldn't help the gasp that escaped him. Xander's lips were softer then he imagined.

Xander moaned into the kiss and pushed Spike onto his back and climbed on top of him all without losing contact. His hands massaged Spike's scalp, he was surprised at how soft his hair was, and it looked hard from all the products that Spike obviously used.

Turning his head Spike took a deep breath, he looked back at Xander his eyes wild, "I have to say this is a surprise."

"For you, yes," Xander chuckled. "You do realise everyone in school knows I've been crushing on you since last year."

"Really?" Spike had no idea that Xander had remotely any feelings for him like that. "I guess I'm a little slow on the up take."

Xander laughed, "Obviously." He sobered up and climbed off of Spike, "So what are we going to do about this Angelus guy?"

"I'll do some more research tonight see if I can find anything." Spike said stretching before getting off the bed. "I'll let you know at school tomorrow if I find anything."

"Yeah, alright." Xander said walking Spike outside. "Just do me a favour will you?"

Spike tilted his head. "What's that?"

"Be careful tonight." Xander said.

"You too luv," A quick peck on the lips and Spike left determined to find out what was going on.

Part Four

Riley decided to hang out in his backyard and relax in the hammock. He scoffed as he thought about how easily everyone had been to actually believe some guy killed Cordelia Chase in her dreams. The only sensible one was Buffy; she might not be as book smart as Willow but when it came to common sense she was the winner. Sighing he closed his eyes and slowly rocked the hammock back and forth lulling himself to sleep.

Riley was standing in the middle of the fight. Guns were blazing, grenades exploding all around him. Men were screaming as they were hit, they were on losing ground and everyone was looking at Riley for instructions.

"Fall back!" Riley yell over the noise, "Fall back!" He repeated as he helped a soldier back to a bunker. The man was holding his side trying to keep his intestines from falling out. "You'll be fine, soldier, we'll get you patched up in no time and you'll be back in the fight in no time."

"You really…" The soldier groaned as his grip tightened. "Really think I'm going to make it, sergeant?"

Riley continued to drag the injured man the trench in sight, "Of course I do, soldier."

"Do you really think you're cut out for this?" The soldier asked, his voice sounding harsher than and not as weak as it just had been. "Think you're going to make it out alive?"

Riley turned his gaze on the man, his blood running cold as he saw the very man Spike and Xander claimed was responsible for the death of Cordelia. "You're him… that Kruger guy." He let him go taking several steps back, "The guy that killed all those kids."

"Aww, I'm famous!" Angelus said mockingly and placed a hand over his chest. "It's just such an honour to have all my hard work acknowledged!"

"You're a sick piece of shit," Riley retorted pulling out his M14. He then unloaded it into Angelus' chest. Angelus went down falling still, his eyes closed. Riley lowered his weapon and stood immobile before he made his way to the fallen man. Still no movement from Angelus so he gave a hard kick to Kruger's leg, however he wasn't expecting a hand to snake out and grab his ankle.

Angelus growled as he pulled Riley's foot from under him making him lose his balance and drop on to his butt. Angelus was back on his feet before Riley could register what was going on. "You think that a gun is going to kill me you fucker? I am eternal!" He reached into his pocket pulling out a small gun that resembled a BB gun. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not the size of the gun that matters?"

"I don't believe what those assholes say; you can't kill me in my dreams." Riley spat out.

"You think? Are you about ready to find out?" Angelus as he loaded a single small bullet into his gun. "Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?" He said in a very convincing Clint Eastwood voice.

"Go to hell, you fucking bastard!" Riley bellowed he wasn't afraid of some guy in his dreams. The only reason he was even dreaming of this guy was because of all talk about him.

Raising the gun, a dirty smirk on his face, "I'll tell your girlfriend you say hello." Angelus pulled the trigger.

The bullet moved in slow motion; Riley was sure it was because it was a dream. He tried to move his body to get out of the way but he found himself paralysed. The bullet struck him in the forehead; the impact of the bullet caused an explosion literally blowing Riley's head apart.

Angelus brought the smoking gun to his lips and blew on the barrel. "Told you size didn't matter."

Riley's hand that was resting on his chest fell to his side, hanging off the edge of the hammock. Blood dripped onto the grass from where his head had been.

Buffy stormed over to her friends the next day; her hair was a mess, no makeup on and she was wearing sweats. Something was definitely wrong.

"Buffy, what's wrong?" Willow asked grabbing a hold of her friend's hand.

"Riley is dead! That's what's wrong!" Buffy yelled drawing attention to herself. "You guys just kept pushing the subject of that dead serial killer. You couldn't let it drop and Riley couldn't take it and killed himself!" She fell to her knees crying.

Everyone stood frozen, Riley was dead? Had it been Angelus who had gotten him or did he really kill himself? "What happened?" Xander asked kneeling beside Buffy.

"He took a gun and… and…" Buffy sobbed. "It was horrible! I found him in the backyard. I thought he was sleeping and I climbed onto the hammock with him. His head… oh god it was gone!"

Spike put his hand over his mouth trying to stop himself from vomiting. That was worse than what Cordelia had suffered. "Buffy… please don't get mad but I have to ask. Was there a gun?"

"What?" Buffy demanded. "My boyfriend is dead and you want to know about the gun?"

"Buffy, please," Spike knelt in front of her. "Was there a gun?"

"No, there wasn't," Buffy answered sending Spike dirty looks. "And don't even start going on about that fucking Kruger guy again! I don't want to hear anymore of it. Riley killed himself." Her throat closed. "I don't know why… he had his future all planned out. He wanted to join the military after graduation. He wanted to help serve his country. God when he told me, he was so scared I'd be pissed at him and tell him no. Of course I was mad but it was his decision and I told him I'd support him."

Willow wrapped her arms around Buffy rocking her back and forth, "I am so sorry. We are all so sorry."

"He was a good guy," Oz spoke kindly and then went quiet to give a moment of silence to his friend.

"I-I can't be here," Buffy stood wiping her eyes. "I don't even know why I came."

"Shock," Spike answered. "I don't think it's all sunk in yet. Like it's not real."

Buffy nodded sniffling, "But it is, isn't it? Riley's gone and I'm never going to be able to hug him again… or kiss him. I never got the chance to tell him I loved him."

"He knew," Xander assured her. "And he loved you too."

Willow and Xander helped her up onto her feet, "I'm going to take her home," Willow said, taking Buffy's backpack. "Will you take notes in geometry for me, Oz?"

"Course I will," Oz leaned in giving her quick kiss, not wanting to upset Buffy further. "I'll stop by later."

"Thanks," Willow took Buffy's hand and directed her out of the school.

Xander turned to his remaining friends, "We have to do something!"

"What do you suggest?" Oz asked. He agreed something needed to be done before someone else died. His heart clenched as he thought that Willow could be next.

"Me and Willow will talk to our parents." Xander stated, "They lived in Sunndydale back than so they have to know something about that." He was sick of this fucker; he wanted to get rid of him before another one of his friends died. He looked at Spike; he could see the fear in his piercing blue eyes. Spike obviously thought he was the next one. Xander wouldn't let that happen.

Part Five

Willow's eyes drooped shut as she sat at her computer while she tried to work on a history paper that was due next Wednesday. Usually she would have already been done the assignment but with kids from her school slowly getting murdered her attention was on that. Her last thought before falling asleep was that she hoped that they could find a way to get rid of the monster.

She was the only one in the amphibian exhibit at the zoo. Willow didn't know what made her go in there since she was deathly terrified of frogs. She looked around for the exit but there didn't appear to be one. Taking a deep breath she decided that she might as well take a look around. Maybe she'd learn something new, she loved that and maybe it would take her mind off the frogs.

Willow quickly learned that the entire exhibit was frogs. There were tons of different species of frogs from tree, aquatic, exotic, and even some endangered ones.

"Aren't they lovely?" A young man asked standing behind Willow starting her, "Such beautiful colors."

"Oh goddess!" Willow cried her hand over her chest. "You startled me, do you know the way out of here? I'm not much of a fan of frogs they really creep me out."

The man didn't answer her as he picked up a multi-blue coloured frog no bigger then five centimetres. "Did you know the Dendrobates azureus frog is posionous? Of course the poison usually paralyzes its victim only sometimes killing them."

"That's, that's good to know." Willow stammered her eyes glued to the small frog. "Maybe you should put it back so you don't make it mad."

"Don't worry, little red riding hood. Nothing can kill me," His eyes locked with Willow's as his features shifted back to his own face.. "You on the other hand." He chuckled as he set the small creature on the ground.

Willow took a step back as she realised she was dreaming, "I-it's you. The one from my dreams, the one that killed Cordelia and Riley."

"And the one that's going to kill you; don't forget." Angel answered; then he tsked. "This just isn't going to do. At this size it isn't promising it will kill you. I'll just have to fix that." As he spoke the frog began growing, it only stopped when it was two feet tall. "That's better' isn't it?"

Turning around Willow ran looking for a door or a window, maybe even a vent. The floor shook as the deadly frog bounded right after her.

"Go on, Kermit!" Angelus cheered, "Kill the little bitch."

A pipe was laying on a crate that was marked 'food'. Grabbing it up she held it like a bat getting ready to swing it. There was no way out except waking up. An idea struck Willow, moving her hand half way up the pipe she held out her other arm. Taking a deep breath she brought the metal pipe down hard across her arm breaking the bone.

Willow woke up screaming in pain, her arm broken and already bruised; she had never been so happy for pain.

Spike scrolled through yet another website about Angelus Kruger. He had been looking for two hours and there was new information. With a sigh he was just about to close the page when he found something interesting. There was a link that could direct him to the victims. Double clicking, he waited for the page to load.

Spike's eyes widened, there had to be at least fifty names. He decided to go through the names to see if maybe something popped out. Half way down the list a name caught his eye, "Wesley Giles?" He whispered and clicked on the name. There was a picture of a boy no older then six. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. In the picture he had a giant smile on his face as he played with race cars. There was a short article underneath.

'Wesley Giles born July 18th, 1978 was abducted from the front yard of his home on September 21st, 1983. His parents Rupert and Olivia Giles pled to the community for any information on the whereabouts of their only child. Three days later his body was found by a 21 year old jogger that was running in the woods just outside of town.

The police searched the woods for any evidence leading to the killer. A rookie officer found a cabin in the woods. When investigating he found a set of bloody knifes, not knowing any better he picked them up contaminating any evidence that was on them. They found out that the cabin belonged to Angelus Kruger and arrested him. When the trial had finished the jurors found Kruger not guilty, as a result of the mistake the officer made of touching the evidence, letting him walk free.'

Spike printed out the page before confronting his father. He walked into his father's study and slammed the piece of paper down in front of his father. "What is this?" Spike demanded to know.

Rupert looked at the picture all the color drained from his face, "Where did you get this?"

"I asked you a question!" Spike yelled.

"Wesley, he was your older brother," Rupert answered his fingers stroked the picture.

Spike's legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor, the last couple weeks were too much for him. Rupert was at his side kneeling beside him. "We only moved here last year."

"After your brother died," Rupert's voice wavered. "Your mother and I decided to go back to England.

"I would have been three when he died. Why don't I remember him?" Spike asked his head spinning.

"You were much too young," Rupert explained tears filling his eyes.

Spike shook his head, "Why did we move back her than?" He demanded to know.

"After your mother died I started having nightmares about Wesley. That it was my fault for what happened. I began seeing a therapist and they told me that I needed to confront my past. So we moved here

Spike sat there hyperventilating, "Angelus killed Wesley didn't he?"

"Yes," Rupert answered pulling his son into a hug. "But he is dead as well. He got what he deserved."

"You did it?" Spike pulled away staring at his father. "You killed him."

"I had to," Rupert said. "He took our son and because of that incompetent officer he walked! The other parents and I were not going to just do nothing, so he could go off to another town and do what he did to other children." He explained, "Your mother was so devastated. She wanted to give up, she became depressed but it was you that kept her going. You kept us both going."

Spike remained quiet, sending a silent pray to the brother he couldn't remember and to his mother that died two years ago in a car accident. He realised he was getting off track, "Da' I have to tell you something and you have to believe me."

"Of course, son, you know I will." Rupert encouraged him to go on.

"Angelus is still killing people," Spike said. "I don't understand how but that doesn't matter. He has already killed two kids from my school through their dreams."

Rupert stood and moved away from Spike, "William, he is dead! He can't hurt anyone anymore."

"How do you explain this then?" Spike ripped his shirt open showing the four scratches, "Do you honestly think normal finger nails could do that? Are you telling me they don't look like bloody knife cuts? That's what he used when he killed and tortured those kids, wasn't it? How he killed Wesley?" Spike said, "And you killed him and now he is killing us."

"That isn't possible, William," Rupert said, "I know it is hard when people you know die but you can't blame that on someone that is already dead."

The phone rang and Spike grabbed it up, "What?" He barked to the caller; he needed to make his father believe him. "Xander?... Wait what?... Slow down!...Willow, is she alright?...I'll meet you at the hospital." He hung up the phone and walked out of the room.

"William, what happened?" Rupert asked, following Spike out into the foyer.

"Willow fell asleep," Spike answered pulling on a jacket. "Angelus tried killing her. Believe me or not, I don't sodding care." And he opened and closed the door as he left the house.