I woke up the next morning feeling quite refreshed. I went and brushed my teeth and stuff in silence. Then, I came back to my room and hopped on my bed. I grabbed my iPhone and called Warren to tell him good morning. The phone rang, like usual. It sounded like someone picked up, but there was no voice on the other end.

"Hello," I tried to say. But, no sound came out!

"Hello? Hello! HELLO!" I tried to scream into the phone. I threw it out and ran downstairs in my pajames and out the front door. There were other people standing out on the street, and none of them could make a sound either!

~~~an hour later~~~

I walked into the library. Giles, Buffy, Willow, Xander, Warren, Amy, Oz, and Marcie were already there waiting for me. I had texted them and let them know that I couldn't speak, and neither could the people I had seen earlier. None of them could speak, either. Everyone ins Sunnydale had somehow lost their voice.

"What are we going to do?" Xander wrote down on a piece of paper that he held up and showed to everyone.

"Is a demon causing this?" Willow wrote on another piece of paper.

"We're not sure yet," Giles wrote. "However, we all need to begin looking into it."

I dipped my finger into an ink holder and magically absorbed all of it. I then used it to make words form on my skin.

"Let's hit the books," I made the words say on my arm.

We all began researching. I had a suspicion that Dracula may be behind this, as another test of some sort, although it was always possible that it was something completely unrelated. After all, when a town is built on top of the Hellmouth, anything can happen.

We went through the books for hours and found nothing on stealing voices, missing voices, or curses of silence strong enough to infect an entire town.

"Any luck?" Oz wrote on a piece of paper and held up.

"Not yet," I replied by placing my finger on another piece of paper and magically removing the ink from my skin to form those words. As I was so focused on reading and searching for what was going on, I decided it would be better to not waste my energy hilding the ink dormant within my skin.

Several hours later, and we were all becoming extremely tired, bored, demotivated, and upset. We had not found anything at all that could help us.

After awhile, I fell asleep, my head resting on a ook.

I then began dreaming.

I got up. I was alone in the library, and it was VERY dark outside. I slowly looked around.

"Hello?" I asked. "Is anyone here?"

I walked out the doors of the library, looking around. Something weird was going on.

After walking down the hall for a minute, I heard a very faint nose. It sounded like someone was singing.

"Oh god this is creepy," I thought to myself.

I followed where the sound was coming from, getting closer and closer. After awhile, I could make out what it was saying.

"The gentlemen are coming by," sang the childish voice, almost like a nursery rhyme or something. "looking through windows, coming through doors. They need seven and they make take yours. Can't call your mom. Can't say a word. You'll die screaming but it won't be heard."

Just then, I rounded the corner to see the little girl who was singing. She was holding a box in her hands. She noticed me, and stopped singing. Just then, Something swooped in from the window behind her. It was Dracula! His fangs sank into my neck as lightning crashed outside.

All of a sudden, I sprang back awake in the library. I instantly jumped to my feet, breathing heavily.

Warren ran up to me and caught me as I nearly fell over.

"Are you ok?" he concernedly mouthed.

I nodded my head yes.

"What's wrong?" Amy wrote.

I stood there, wide eyed, trying to gather my thoughts.

"A dream," I mouthed, still in shock?

"WHAT?!" concernedly wrote Marcie, trying to figure out what was going on.

I walked over to the ink jar from earlier and poured it on the floor.

"Hey!" mouthed Giles very upset. He ran over to try and clean it up, but I held out my arm to stop him. With a wave of my arm, I caused the puddle of ink on the floor to form pictures. It became an animation of my dream, which all of my friends watched. After that, I caused the ink to form into the words from the nursery rhyme, which everyone then wrote down.

"What does it mean?" wrote Buffy.

"I'm not sure," I wrote on a piece of paper sadly. "I do believe that that was one of my prophetic dreams, however, so Dracula definitely did something."

"We should all go home and get some rest," wrote Giles.

Everyone agreed. We had been researching all day, and this was our first and only lead. We would start bright and early the next morning into looking into my dream. Plus, there was a chance that I might have another dream when I went to bed.

I arrived at my big, empty house late at night. I walked in sad at how I was so alone, and, even if I could speak, there was no longer anyone here to speak to. I watched an episode of Supernatural, then got bored. I decided to text Warren and see if he would keep me company for the night. He replied yes, and he would be over in an hour.

~~~an hour later~~~

Warren came over. We cuddled on the couch and watched Supernatural and InuYasha. After awhile, we fell asleep cuddling. A few hours later, in the early hours of the morning, I heard a faint rustling outside that caused me to wake up. My hearing was very sharp, so it was unlikely that it would of woken up Warren. I looked over at him to see I was correct, as he was still asleep.

I got off the couch, careful not to wake up Warren, and tiptoed to the window. I looked out. It was probably just a poor lost cat or something. Just then, something across the street caught me eye. It looked kind of like a person in a business suit, but they were somehow floating!

"What the hell is that?" I mouthed

Just then, one of the things floated right by the window I was looking out of!

I jumped back in shock, but unable to scream. It looked at me and grinned as it floated by.

I ran back to the window to see where it was, but it had gone.

~~~the next morning~~~

Everryone was back in the library. I was sketching the things I had seen the night before on a piece of paper. Just then, Giles walked in with a newspaper that said that three people had their hearts cut out last night.

"What the hell?!" we all simultaneously wrote.

Giles shrugged. He then pointed to a stack of books on the table, then to everyone but me. They all started going through them. While they did that, me and Giles began analyzing my dream.