Title: Dream of Death
Author: Dana
Content: Disturbing images
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part five of Willow Mine. Buffy falls into a nightmare.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
Whispers soft as a feather rode on the still air of the night. She could hear
them, echoing in her head, full of accusations and guilt. Blonde hair whipped
around her face as the breeze suddenly picked up. It tugged at her. Pulling
her body along as she walked down the empty street, a part of her mind pondered
the fact that demons seemed to be scacre lately. Turning her head slightly, she
peeked through her tousled hair. Yes, it was still there; following her,
accusing her as she walked through the night.
A hysterical laugh bubbled up in her throat. Suppressing it, she shook
herself. She wouldn't run. The slayer didn't run from anything. Her resolve
wavered as she felt a familiar cool hand slide its way up her shirt. 'It's not
there,' she told herself. 'It's not there'. Full lips started to tremble as
the whispers picked up in intensity. Her mind searched frantically for
something to focus on. 'Sunlight, remember sunlight.'
The cool hand slid up to her breast and she lost it. She ran and ran until she
reached her house. Nearly flying past the dark windows of the town in her
panic, her eyes unseeing of anything but her destination and the apparition
that followed her. Sobbing to herself, she scrambled up the steps of her front
porch and open her door. She threw herself across the threshold, hoping beyond
reason that her house would keep her safe.
Ignoring her sister's concerned look, she sought out her room, slamming the
door shut and locking it firmly. Stripping off her clothing, she crawled under
the covers of her bed and wrapped her arms around herself. Rocking gently, she
took a shuddering breath. Unable to stop herself, she peeked out from under
her covers.
A smiling face looked down at her and continued to whisper. "You cannot lose me
Buffy." A hand slid across her stomach towards the nest of curls. "You killed
me. You need to be punished."
Screaming, she pushed the hand away as she scrambled away and huddled in the
corner. Her arms wrapped around her knees as she kept her eyes on her dead
friend's face. "You're not real."
Soft laughter floated around the room. Her velvety voice wove a spell around
the shivering blonde. "I'm very real." Gently, she seemed to flow over to the
frightened blonde, leaning forward she kissed her forehead. "Sleep now."
Buffy's eyes shut as she fell into slumber, her body slumping against the wall
in her sleep. She was falling, falling so quickly and it was so black. Sharply
now she felt it, digging into her skin as she fell. Tearing pieces of her flesh
away from her, opening her mouth she tried to scream but found she had no
voice. Terror flowed through her as she clawed at the air, searching for a way
to get out.
Falling. All she was doing was falling and pieces of glass kept digging into
her flesh, tearing at her. Abruptly she landed on something soft. Rubbing her
eyes free of blood, she looked around. Trying to see where she was, she saw
what she was sitting on and her mouth opened in a soundless scream. Bodies
writhed under her, decapitated heads laughed at her and limbs with ripped flesh
grabbed at her.
Hysterically, she stood trying to run away from the horror. She hit an
invisible barrier hard. Crying, she pounded at it, hitting it with all her
strength. Feeling something climbing up her leg, she started to hyperventilate
as she scratched at the wall until her nails were ripped and her fingers were
bloody. Frustrated and terrified, her knees gave way and she sank down onto the
bodies. Closing her eyes, she floated into oblivion.
Tara's face faded away and Willow stood looking down at the once mighty slayer.
The blonde's body twitched and tears fell down the bronzed skin. Yes, the girl
was terrified. There was no doubt of that. Lips twisted into a wicked smile as
she brushed a piece of hair from Buffy's cheek. Turning to leave, she looked
back and whispered softly. "Dream a dream of pain. A dream of death." and bitter crop
Author: Dana
Content: Disturbing images
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part five of Willow Mine. Buffy falls into a nightmare.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
Whispers soft as a feather rode on the still air of the night. She could hear
them, echoing in her head, full of accusations and guilt. Blonde hair whipped
around her face as the breeze suddenly picked up. It tugged at her. Pulling
her body along as she walked down the empty street, a part of her mind pondered
the fact that demons seemed to be scacre lately. Turning her head slightly, she
peeked through her tousled hair. Yes, it was still there; following her,
accusing her as she walked through the night.
A hysterical laugh bubbled up in her throat. Suppressing it, she shook
herself. She wouldn't run. The slayer didn't run from anything. Her resolve
wavered as she felt a familiar cool hand slide its way up her shirt. 'It's not
there,' she told herself. 'It's not there'. Full lips started to tremble as
the whispers picked up in intensity. Her mind searched frantically for
something to focus on. 'Sunlight, remember sunlight.'
The cool hand slid up to her breast and she lost it. She ran and ran until she
reached her house. Nearly flying past the dark windows of the town in her
panic, her eyes unseeing of anything but her destination and the apparition
that followed her. Sobbing to herself, she scrambled up the steps of her front
porch and open her door. She threw herself across the threshold, hoping beyond
reason that her house would keep her safe.
Ignoring her sister's concerned look, she sought out her room, slamming the
door shut and locking it firmly. Stripping off her clothing, she crawled under
the covers of her bed and wrapped her arms around herself. Rocking gently, she
took a shuddering breath. Unable to stop herself, she peeked out from under
her covers.
A smiling face looked down at her and continued to whisper. "You cannot lose me
Buffy." A hand slid across her stomach towards the nest of curls. "You killed
me. You need to be punished."
Screaming, she pushed the hand away as she scrambled away and huddled in the
corner. Her arms wrapped around her knees as she kept her eyes on her dead
friend's face. "You're not real."
Soft laughter floated around the room. Her velvety voice wove a spell around
the shivering blonde. "I'm very real." Gently, she seemed to flow over to the
frightened blonde, leaning forward she kissed her forehead. "Sleep now."
Buffy's eyes shut as she fell into slumber, her body slumping against the wall
in her sleep. She was falling, falling so quickly and it was so black. Sharply
now she felt it, digging into her skin as she fell. Tearing pieces of her flesh
away from her, opening her mouth she tried to scream but found she had no
voice. Terror flowed through her as she clawed at the air, searching for a way
to get out.
Falling. All she was doing was falling and pieces of glass kept digging into
her flesh, tearing at her. Abruptly she landed on something soft. Rubbing her
eyes free of blood, she looked around. Trying to see where she was, she saw
what she was sitting on and her mouth opened in a soundless scream. Bodies
writhed under her, decapitated heads laughed at her and limbs with ripped flesh
grabbed at her.
Hysterically, she stood trying to run away from the horror. She hit an
invisible barrier hard. Crying, she pounded at it, hitting it with all her
strength. Feeling something climbing up her leg, she started to hyperventilate
as she scratched at the wall until her nails were ripped and her fingers were
bloody. Frustrated and terrified, her knees gave way and she sank down onto the
bodies. Closing her eyes, she floated into oblivion.
Tara's face faded away and Willow stood looking down at the once mighty slayer.
The blonde's body twitched and tears fell down the bronzed skin. Yes, the girl
was terrified. There was no doubt of that. Lips twisted into a wicked smile as
she brushed a piece of hair from Buffy's cheek. Turning to leave, she looked
back and whispered softly. "Dream a dream of pain. A dream of death." and bitter crop