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AN: xD I couldn't help but write another chapter, it was stuck in my brain. And it wouldn't leave me alone 'till I wrote this. So, here's the second chapter. You can email me with any comments or criticisms at lil808angel@hotmail.com. Remember to read and review! I'll be forever grateful. Plus reviews make me a very happy camper.
In her line of vision she saw swarms of people. All busy doing their own thing. She shivered when a chilly breeze whipped through the crisp air. Tugging at her pajama top she tried to cover as much of herself as possible as she wrapped her frail arms around herself. Something stroke her as odd when she looked up at them from her halted spot.
Their clothing. It was old fashioned. Frilly and sophisticated. It seemed like something out of a old movie. Except for the fact that the people walked around in the town square as if it was afternoon.
It was pitched dark, the clouds were rolling in and lightning flashed in the sky. But nobody noticed. Only her. Everyone went on to doing their business and even though she wore her blue twinkle pajamas, nobody seemed to notice her. They didn't walk into her, but they all seemed to avoid the spot to where she was standing, seemingly oblivious to the teenage girl in their midst.
Confused, she stuck out her hand to tap someone on the shoulder. As usual her hand went right through the woman she wanted to converse with. Looking around she tried again, this time tapping a young child on his shoulder. Again, her hand went right through him. She looked around frantically her breath getting ragged, trying desperately to get someone to notice her.
Panicking she ran. Right into someone with a hunched over with a dark hood. She took a step back and stared at the figure, with a questioning look upon her face. The figure raised his head and deep but unusually bright green eyes bore into her. As if seeing her for the first time in over ten years the figure leapt at her and clutched her shoulders in his tight grasp.
She gasped and tried frantically to get out of it's grip. His mouth turned into a loathsome sneer. "History is past and past is fiction," he spat.
He then rammed her toward the dusty ground. As she fell her surroundings changed, suddenly she was sprawled on the tower. Doc grabbed her and tied her up, cutting into her with the ropes. His grin was deathly as he danced his knife on her body. All the while whispering about the cuts in a hoarse voice.
He slashed harder and deeper when nothing came from her arm. Not even a drop. Just cuts, no blood. Her face etched in fear when he backhanded her. "Where's your blood?! I need your blood!" He moved away in anger.
Bringing her head up in fear she looked across from her and saw Buffy, tied the same way she was. She tried to scream her sister's name, but it all came in silence. Buffy tugged viciously at the ropes that tied her down. A leering Doc walked up to Buffy and slashed her much in the same way he had mutilated Dawn.
But this time, there was blood. Lots of blood. The crimson ribbons trickled down Buffy's body like a small stream. But Buffy didn't cry out. Her face was wretched in pain, but she never cried out. Instead she screamed at the Doc to let Dawn go, begging even.
Obeying his dying victim, the Doc turned his head to face Dawn. He smiled and Dawn winced. Slowly he made his way over to her and cut her ropes roughly. She tried with all her strength to fight him but he held her down, walking her slowly to the edge of the tower.
Dawn could hear Buffy screaming her name. She gave Buffy a side-ward glance filled with fear. Her throat seemed to have lost it's ability to make a sound.
"Meet your destiny." She heard before she felt the Doc shove her hard, forcing her off the tower.
Dawn's soundless scream came as she fell.
"The glowing green," a voice said. Dawn twisted her body around in search of the person who said that. It was Buffy with a haughty look on her face. Seemingly floating in the air, falling alongside Dawn.
Someone grabbed her arm abruptly and yanked her around to face them. Giles and Xander, like Buffy, falling with her. "The key of night," their faces were pensive, with no hint of emotion.
"Ne'er meant to be seen," came Willow and Tara's voice coming from above her, looking as serious as ever.
She tried to yell at them. To ask them what they meant. But she couldn't. Something didn't allow her to speak.
"Will now be out of sight..." came a whisper with a English accent near her ear. She twirled her head around and right Spike's game face.
He gave her a menacing smile and disappeared into thin air. She took in a sharp breath as she looked around for the others. Buffy was gone. So was Giles, Xander, Willow and Tara.
The tug of gravity from falling was knotted deep in her stomach as Dawn realized she was still falling. She writhed. Twisting in the air. Something brought her to look up and there she stared straight into everyone's memories. Her mom. Buffy. Giles. Xander. Willow. Tara. Spike. And even Cordelia and Angel.
She saw the lives they had before she was forced to be a part of them. She saw the possible outcomes of what could've happened to her mom. To Buffy. To everyone. Suddenly she felt guilty. It overwhelmed her.
"You're not real. You never were. You never will be," their cruel voices whispered.
Her grief caught in her throat, the pain seemed never ending...
Dawn Summers, jerked in her bed clutching the covers to her young prone body, her breath coming out in gasps. Sweat beaded down her temples as her matted hair clung to her troubled face. The dreams were getting more intense and violent by the day and in turn, Dawn was getting more desperate for something to hold onto. For someone to tell. But she couldn't tell anyone, for they didn't make sense. None of it did. It was all a jumble of visions and sayings. Ones that made her head spin when she thought about them.
She licked her chapped lips, her breath still uneven, her heart beating fast. So much had been going on in the past year.
Finding out that she was some sort of mystical Key. Her mom's death. The whole nightmare with Glory. Buffy's death. It had been the most oppressively disconcerting year of her life.
Her usually expressive blue eyes now held anguish. Disbelief. Regret. But most of all guilt. She knew, even when everyone told her she was the innocent in the whole ordeal. They told her she was pure and unlike anything evil. But she knew. She wasn't actually the innocent in all this. Everyone around her was. She was the reason why everything was happening. How can someone like that be untainted?
Dawn held her hands in front of her. She was glowing again. It happened whenever she had one of these dreams. She didn't know why, but it just happened. No one had noticed so far though, and she didn't want to worry them. Besides it wasn't glowing that brightly. Just a dim green color. She wondered if this is what the people in the mental ward at the hospital saw when they saw her. She took a deep breath and pushed those unhealthy thoughts away.
Again, her thoughts drifted to Giles and the Scooby gang. They were her family now. Sitting up wearly, her gaze traveled out the window, and down onto the musty street. Her eyes were bright with tears of guilt. In the vastness of the crystalline blue eyes laid the secrets of the universe, yet oddly enough it wasn't accessible to anyone, not even the possessor.