Dreams.

By Rosie W

Disclaimer: BtVS isn't mine (does that shock you?) They belong to Joss, I'm just playing in his sandbox.

A/N As with all my Stories, this one is dedicated to Meals (Xanya-forever) not only is she my Beta and muse, she is truly awesome, now go read here stuff.

This is part of an on-going series of story's. All set in season 6, all Buffy central.  

I'm a review addict; don't leave me without my fix.   

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Home is dark when I stumble through the door after another night patrol. I have a slight scratch on my side, a careless mistake that I don't care about at all. I curl up in bed, fighting sleep and at the same time begging it to come. Every night I have nightmares, they haunt me and I hate them.

I usually dream about the feel of my fingers being shredded as they tried to rip open my own coffin.

I usually dream about how the walls closed in, making me feel more trapped than I was.

I always wake up sweating. But tonight it seems like somebody doesn't want me broken up on the inside, someone wants me to sleep a whole night because the dream I have is one of my childhood. I'm five and being tucked into bed by my mother.       

She would lean in, and I would feel protected. Just the simple act of her standing over me and all the fear would disappear. Even back then I knew that she would do anything in her power to protect me.

She would give me a motherly kiss on the forehead, and I would feel loved. Back then I loved easily. Not anymore. But after all these years I still love her, and nothing has changed.

Her kiss was like a shield keeping out the nightmares. She hummed a soft song as she closed the door to my room, and I've never heard anything more beautiful. Its melody kept the shadows away long after she had gone and as I drifted off to sleep I too was singing its tune.

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I look down at her, peacefully asleep for the first time since coming back to life. It had taken me a lot longer to control her dreams then to bring forth memories. It sounds so sinister –  controlling her dreams, but I can't ever hurt her. I would have the life sucked out of me again before I even damage a hair on her head. God that's so clichéd. I felt deep sleep take her and know she won't have any dreams till morning. I slowly trickle away.