Buffy was walking down a long corridor there was no one around. In the
distance she could hear the sound of someone playing a piano. The sound was
so far away that Buffy couldn't even tell which direction it was coming
from.
'Hello.' She called.
There was no reply but her own distorted voice echoing off the walls. Buffy shivered 'This way too creepy' she muttered. Suddenly a cold hand was clamped over her mouth and she was pulled out of the light in the hallway. Buffy struggled and she tried to scream but her assailant held on tightly. Buffy bit his hand, hard and ijn shock the man let go. Buffy turned around ready to throw a punch but he was gone.
'.the hell?' she mumbled in confusion. She heard a sound from behind her. she spun round still nothing. Something was creeping up her shoulder slowly she looked down and there was the hand. This time Buffy was ready. She stayed completely still, until she felt the hand begin to trace little circles on her shoulder. Then she grabbed hold of the hand and twisted the arm of the man attached to it bending him over. He yelled in pain. Buffy swung him round to face her there was the smirking face of Angel. In her shock Buffy relaxed her grip and Angel freed himself laughing cruelly.
'What's up Buff' he chuckled 'Did I scare ya? Well.sorry.' He paused for a second then laughed.
'No wait I'm not sorry. I love it when you're scared, makes me horny.'
'What's going on? Where am I?' Buffy asked angrily.
'Don't you get it yet?' Angel smirked 'You're asleep. Y'know I'm really honoured that you've invited me into your dream. It's so much easier to torment you.'
Something caught Buffy's eye. A reflection, a glimpse of gold, she turned to look and saw nothing frowning she turned back to Angel and yelped in horror. The man standing in front of her was no longer Angel he was taller and he wore a long black cape and a gold harlequin mask. His mouth was set in an angry snarl and he reached a pair of clawed hands towards Buffy.
'Ms Summers!' Buffy awoke with a start, sending books clattering to the floor. She was sitting in class. The teacher stood directly above her hands on her hips staring down.
'If your social studies class bores you this much, Ms Summers. I suggest you see Principal Snyder about it.'
'No....uh....I'm fine' stuttered Buffy 'I just haven't been getting enough sleep is all'. With a dissatisfied grunt the teacher walked away. Buffy sat back in shock and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Willow looked worriedly over at her.
'Hello.' She called.
There was no reply but her own distorted voice echoing off the walls. Buffy shivered 'This way too creepy' she muttered. Suddenly a cold hand was clamped over her mouth and she was pulled out of the light in the hallway. Buffy struggled and she tried to scream but her assailant held on tightly. Buffy bit his hand, hard and ijn shock the man let go. Buffy turned around ready to throw a punch but he was gone.
'.the hell?' she mumbled in confusion. She heard a sound from behind her. she spun round still nothing. Something was creeping up her shoulder slowly she looked down and there was the hand. This time Buffy was ready. She stayed completely still, until she felt the hand begin to trace little circles on her shoulder. Then she grabbed hold of the hand and twisted the arm of the man attached to it bending him over. He yelled in pain. Buffy swung him round to face her there was the smirking face of Angel. In her shock Buffy relaxed her grip and Angel freed himself laughing cruelly.
'What's up Buff' he chuckled 'Did I scare ya? Well.sorry.' He paused for a second then laughed.
'No wait I'm not sorry. I love it when you're scared, makes me horny.'
'What's going on? Where am I?' Buffy asked angrily.
'Don't you get it yet?' Angel smirked 'You're asleep. Y'know I'm really honoured that you've invited me into your dream. It's so much easier to torment you.'
Something caught Buffy's eye. A reflection, a glimpse of gold, she turned to look and saw nothing frowning she turned back to Angel and yelped in horror. The man standing in front of her was no longer Angel he was taller and he wore a long black cape and a gold harlequin mask. His mouth was set in an angry snarl and he reached a pair of clawed hands towards Buffy.
'Ms Summers!' Buffy awoke with a start, sending books clattering to the floor. She was sitting in class. The teacher stood directly above her hands on her hips staring down.
'If your social studies class bores you this much, Ms Summers. I suggest you see Principal Snyder about it.'
'No....uh....I'm fine' stuttered Buffy 'I just haven't been getting enough sleep is all'. With a dissatisfied grunt the teacher walked away. Buffy sat back in shock and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Willow looked worriedly over at her.