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Read : No, No, I'm not copying A Nightmare on Elm Street or anything like that, this story is my creation. Right, set in early series 7, Buffy and her friend's dreams are haunted by a deceased mental patient. That's all I'm sayin ;-) Read the rest. Rated R for extreme, and I mean EXTREME violence and gore. Please review, I love feedback :-) Helps me write better.
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Buffy shivered.
Brr, cold, she thought. It wasn't a cold day. The wind was the cause of her shivering. It was just so cold. She craned her neck to look to the front of the line.
"Damn," she heard Dawn mutter. "This line's going nowhere." Buffy turned to look at her brunette sister. Why were they here?
"Well it's opening week, so It's probably going to be busy for a while," she replied, still distraught by the unusual cold. It was never this cold in Sunnydale. They were lining up outside of the Sunnydale movie theatre, waiting to get their tickets for some movie Dawn had wanted to see. Someone had suggested that they go and spend some quality time together, but whoever it was, Buffy couldn't remember."Are you cold?" Buffy asked. Dawn glanced at her awkardly.
"Nup, I'm good," she said. The blonde-haired slayer stared at her sister for a moment, still concentrating on trying to figure out what they were doing there.
"It's just so cold..." She mumbled. She wrapped her arms around herself, a feeble attempt to block the cold from biting through her. Unease crept up her spine, and gathered at the base of her neck. What was she doing here?
"Dawn.." She started, her eyes staring off into space.
"Yea Buff?" Dawn stared at her. Buffy looked away. This didn't seem right. She was supposed to be somewhere, doing something, helping someone...
"Nothing. I was just --" Buffy began. She looked around. It was suddenly dark. The mile long line-up that had stretched out before them had disappeared, and the movie-theatre was boarded up. Her sister was standing in front of her, looking around. It was apparent that she was as puzzled as Buffy.
"Hey," Buffy asked out-loud. "Would someone mind making it day-time again?" They exchanged glances, reading each others minds. In unison, they each pulled a stake from their jackets, and held it at the ready. Something funky was going on, and it obviously wasn't the ridiculous prices for popcorn.
They waited for what seemed like an eternity. A question suddenly sprung to Buffy's mind.
"Dawn--" Buffy said, hurriedly, spinning around. The sight that met her eyes made her blood run cold. Invisble hands were lifting Dawn into the air, about 7 feet up. She was being held with both hands, parrallel to the ground. The brunette-headed teenager was trying to pry invisible hands from around her neck, and struggling hard to escape from the grasp of whatever was holding her up. Then, in one swift motion, the hands twisted her back, and a loud crack was heard. Dawn fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
"Dawny!" Buffy screamed in horror, tears streaming down her face. The sight of her sister's back being snapped like a lobster was too much. She leaned across Dawn's body and vomitted in horror and disghust. This wasn't happening, this was too real... She closed her eyes and fell backwards, falling unconscious as the invisible demon hit her hard across the face.
Buffy Summers sat up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and her breath was coming in short breaths.
Just a dream, Buff, calm down.. Go back to sleep, it's over now...