CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: BLUE
(Dreams in italics)
Friday: 2am
2nd July 1999 California: Sunnydale
She'd been having strange dreams for about a week, and even with Giles and Ethan looking into it, no one knew what they were about. They weren't nightmares, something for which she was definitely grateful, but they were definitely bizarre.
Buffy stood in the middle of a pasture, a pastel blue ankle length dress covering her. She looked around and saw a figure running through the meadow in front of her. Dozens of sheep bleated happily as the sun slowly rose and bathed them in its golden glow. Behind her was an open pen, the gate broken, presumably by the sheep. She idly wondered who was supposed to be looking after them.
She stepped forward and walked to the next paddock, a field of corn. From the looks of it, the cows were grazing there, munching on the green cobs. She turned as she heard laughing coming from behind her. A figure dashed behind the barn and Buffy raced to follow. She caught a glimpse from behind and saw that it was a boy her own age.
He turned suddenly and laughed heartily. Buffy couldn't help but grin at the sight of his happiness. She ran towards him, but every time he eluded her.
"Stop!" she cried out. He turned again and beckoned her to follow him. He ran into the barn and Buffy followed. She sopped suddenly and looked around. He was nowhere to be seen.
"Who *are* you?" she whispered, not expecting an answer.
"Blue." Either she was imagining things or someone had actually answered her.
"Where are you?" she called.
"Sleeping."
The voice came from behind her and she turned to see who owned the voice. There was no one there.
"You're meant to be looking after the animals," Buffy called out.
"Aren't these things meant to look after themselves?" the voice replied.
Buffy turned again, trying desperately to catch a glimpse of the owner of the voice.
"A higher power guiding us," Buffy mused quietly.
She heard giggling and the sound of running feet. She turned in a circle and again only got glimpses as the boy ran behind the haystacks. "You have far too much energy," she whispered.
The boy disappeared again and Buffy finally got fed up.
"Show yourself!"
"It's too soon, sunshine."
"When?" she turned in circles, trying to catch a glimpse of whomever was talking to her.
"Count to twelve."
Buffy hesitated, still looking around her. She shrugged and complied.
"One, two."
She heard rustling coming from one of the haystacks. She moved towards it, but kept counting.
"Three, four, five."
She dug through the hay, trying to reach the centre where the rustling was coming from.
"Six, seven."
The rustling stopped and began coming from the haystack behind her. She sighed and turned towards it.
"Eight, nine."
She dug quickly, trying to catch hold of whatever was moving the straw.
"Ten, eleven."
"What are you looking for?" came the voice again. She didn't have a chance to switch her train of thought of, and finished her count.
"Twelve."
The boy materialised in front of her. "Exactly. You're looking for twelve."
"Twelve what?" she asked.
The boy was tall, Giles' height with blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. He had dimples when he smiled and a cheeky grin. He wore the same colours as Buffy, a pastel blue shirt and darker blue shorts. His feet were bare.
"Day, years, hours."
"Days? How can I look for days, years and hours?" she asked.
"Search the haystack," he told her as though the answer was obvious.
"Time instead of needles," she mused quietly.
"You're not looking for a needle," he said. "You're looking for a key."
He disappeared and from out in the meadow, a horn sounded.
Buffy awoke with a start. She sighed and lay back down on her bed, trying to understand what the dream had meant. With confusion weighing heavily on her, she closed her eyes and tried to drift back to sleep.
I'll explain the dream later cos I'm actually kinda proud of it. This chapter is dedicated to my mum who has no idea why I asked the stupid question that I asked tonight.her answer gave me the inspiration for the next chunk of this fic. If you work out what the hell it's based on, full points to you! If you work it out, can ya email me instead of posting it in the reviews.just so you don't give it away. ;) katters_s@hotmail.com Ta muchly!
(Dreams in italics)
Friday: 2am
2nd July 1999 California: Sunnydale
She'd been having strange dreams for about a week, and even with Giles and Ethan looking into it, no one knew what they were about. They weren't nightmares, something for which she was definitely grateful, but they were definitely bizarre.
Buffy stood in the middle of a pasture, a pastel blue ankle length dress covering her. She looked around and saw a figure running through the meadow in front of her. Dozens of sheep bleated happily as the sun slowly rose and bathed them in its golden glow. Behind her was an open pen, the gate broken, presumably by the sheep. She idly wondered who was supposed to be looking after them.
She stepped forward and walked to the next paddock, a field of corn. From the looks of it, the cows were grazing there, munching on the green cobs. She turned as she heard laughing coming from behind her. A figure dashed behind the barn and Buffy raced to follow. She caught a glimpse from behind and saw that it was a boy her own age.
He turned suddenly and laughed heartily. Buffy couldn't help but grin at the sight of his happiness. She ran towards him, but every time he eluded her.
"Stop!" she cried out. He turned again and beckoned her to follow him. He ran into the barn and Buffy followed. She sopped suddenly and looked around. He was nowhere to be seen.
"Who *are* you?" she whispered, not expecting an answer.
"Blue." Either she was imagining things or someone had actually answered her.
"Where are you?" she called.
"Sleeping."
The voice came from behind her and she turned to see who owned the voice. There was no one there.
"You're meant to be looking after the animals," Buffy called out.
"Aren't these things meant to look after themselves?" the voice replied.
Buffy turned again, trying desperately to catch a glimpse of the owner of the voice.
"A higher power guiding us," Buffy mused quietly.
She heard giggling and the sound of running feet. She turned in a circle and again only got glimpses as the boy ran behind the haystacks. "You have far too much energy," she whispered.
The boy disappeared again and Buffy finally got fed up.
"Show yourself!"
"It's too soon, sunshine."
"When?" she turned in circles, trying to catch a glimpse of whomever was talking to her.
"Count to twelve."
Buffy hesitated, still looking around her. She shrugged and complied.
"One, two."
She heard rustling coming from one of the haystacks. She moved towards it, but kept counting.
"Three, four, five."
She dug through the hay, trying to reach the centre where the rustling was coming from.
"Six, seven."
The rustling stopped and began coming from the haystack behind her. She sighed and turned towards it.
"Eight, nine."
She dug quickly, trying to catch hold of whatever was moving the straw.
"Ten, eleven."
"What are you looking for?" came the voice again. She didn't have a chance to switch her train of thought of, and finished her count.
"Twelve."
The boy materialised in front of her. "Exactly. You're looking for twelve."
"Twelve what?" she asked.
The boy was tall, Giles' height with blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. He had dimples when he smiled and a cheeky grin. He wore the same colours as Buffy, a pastel blue shirt and darker blue shorts. His feet were bare.
"Day, years, hours."
"Days? How can I look for days, years and hours?" she asked.
"Search the haystack," he told her as though the answer was obvious.
"Time instead of needles," she mused quietly.
"You're not looking for a needle," he said. "You're looking for a key."
He disappeared and from out in the meadow, a horn sounded.
Buffy awoke with a start. She sighed and lay back down on her bed, trying to understand what the dream had meant. With confusion weighing heavily on her, she closed her eyes and tried to drift back to sleep.
I'll explain the dream later cos I'm actually kinda proud of it. This chapter is dedicated to my mum who has no idea why I asked the stupid question that I asked tonight.her answer gave me the inspiration for the next chunk of this fic. If you work out what the hell it's based on, full points to you! If you work it out, can ya email me instead of posting it in the reviews.just so you don't give it away. ;) katters_s@hotmail.com Ta muchly!