Ch. 4
Xander woke up to find his fingers entwined with Dawn's. The room was almost entirely dark except for a sliver of sunlight that ran across Xander's chest that continued on Dawn's face. He looked over to view the flushed face of his lover- and screamed.
The corpse next to him was decayed and rotting. Worms crawled in and out of the eye sockets. A spider crawled over her forehead and into her straw-like hair.
Xander began to scream and it took a moment before he realized that he'd stopped and that he was lying back down. He knew it was a dream, but when he looked over and saw Dawn lying in still in peaceful serenity, he flipped.
"Dawn! Dawn! Dawn!" he screamed over and over. Even after Dawn woke up he continued, grasping her shoulders and shaking her.
"What? What?!" she screamed back.
Footsteps pounded up the stairs unheard by the screaming lovers. The door to the attic burst open, finally ending the shouting. Three people stood there: Kennedy, wielding a crossbow, Faith with an axe and Willow with her hand extended, ready to cast a spell.
Instead, a look of disgust crossed her face. She stared at Xander, Dawn not catching her eye as she bent over the bed to grab her robe. Still keeping her eyes on Xander, she spoke to Kennedy. "Take Dawn downstairs to get some clothes on."
Xander began to move, preparing to get some clothes on. "No," said Willow, waving a hand. Xander found himself pinned to the bed.
"Will, I can explain, I-"
"Shut up," she said with another wave of her hand. And so he did.
"Little B finally got her naughty on," Faith said. "Had to happen sometime., I mean she-"
"You too." And Faith fell silent. "Get out." Faith left the room and Willow turned to Xander. "Get some clothes on. Be downstairs in five minutes or by God, I'll pull you through this floor."
She left the room, waving her hand behind her. Xander felt himself able to move. He pulled on some pants and ran after Willow. "Willow!"
He heard her voice in his head. Five minutes. And when you come down, you had better have a damn good excuse.
Xander trudged around his room, knowing that if he pissed Willow off any further, that it could mean his ass.... or Dawn's.
Xander woke up to find his fingers entwined with Dawn's. The room was almost entirely dark except for a sliver of sunlight that ran across Xander's chest that continued on Dawn's face. He looked over to view the flushed face of his lover- and screamed.
The corpse next to him was decayed and rotting. Worms crawled in and out of the eye sockets. A spider crawled over her forehead and into her straw-like hair.
Xander began to scream and it took a moment before he realized that he'd stopped and that he was lying back down. He knew it was a dream, but when he looked over and saw Dawn lying in still in peaceful serenity, he flipped.
"Dawn! Dawn! Dawn!" he screamed over and over. Even after Dawn woke up he continued, grasping her shoulders and shaking her.
"What? What?!" she screamed back.
Footsteps pounded up the stairs unheard by the screaming lovers. The door to the attic burst open, finally ending the shouting. Three people stood there: Kennedy, wielding a crossbow, Faith with an axe and Willow with her hand extended, ready to cast a spell.
Instead, a look of disgust crossed her face. She stared at Xander, Dawn not catching her eye as she bent over the bed to grab her robe. Still keeping her eyes on Xander, she spoke to Kennedy. "Take Dawn downstairs to get some clothes on."
Xander began to move, preparing to get some clothes on. "No," said Willow, waving a hand. Xander found himself pinned to the bed.
"Will, I can explain, I-"
"Shut up," she said with another wave of her hand. And so he did.
"Little B finally got her naughty on," Faith said. "Had to happen sometime., I mean she-"
"You too." And Faith fell silent. "Get out." Faith left the room and Willow turned to Xander. "Get some clothes on. Be downstairs in five minutes or by God, I'll pull you through this floor."
She left the room, waving her hand behind her. Xander felt himself able to move. He pulled on some pants and ran after Willow. "Willow!"
He heard her voice in his head. Five minutes. And when you come down, you had better have a damn good excuse.
Xander trudged around his room, knowing that if he pissed Willow off any further, that it could mean his ass.... or Dawn's.
