A/N: Sorry about the delay on this chapter. I had a serious case of writer's block, which I won't lie about, happens a lot. I tend to get my thoughts in sections. Kinda like… blah!…blah!….blah! Also I have been kind of spread lately. And if it makes you feel better, when I do have writer's block every time I try to do anything fic related I get knots in my stomach.
Well, last chapter I didn't have time to run through my beta, she is very busy and I didn't want to burden her at the time. I checked things myself, like I used to do…which didn't work out so great. There were a few mistakes. I flipped Beuwen and Athanick a few times. Sorry! Well…
I didn't get the four reviews I wanted…so no four page chapter! BUT…I did write a three-page chapter, so thanks to my two reviewers!

Willow The Witch

Chapter 10- Slayer Dreams

A young girl was walking down an old paved street. Willow was watching her. She was wearing a 17-century dress; similar to the one Buffy had worn those years ago, when the gang turned into their costumes
Horse drawn carriages past here, as she continued.
The girl's long blonde hair was pulled up over her head in a bun, strands down, framing her face.
She looked around, making sure no one saw her before she ducked into an ally. There she found them. A little girl's body lane at the feet of someone. She searched the face of the man standing above the body. The man stood, straightening, and looked at her. He was a vampire.
The vampire lunged at the girl but she moved to the left, smiling at him.
"Slayer." He snarled.
She just smiled even brighter before picking up the part of her dress that skimmed the ground and spin kicking him in the face.
He spun and fell to the ground, but flipped to his feet. He punched at her but she blocked each of his attempts, getting a few shots in herself. He ran a few yards away from her, picking up a piece of metal from outside the door of the blacksmith's shop. Approaching her with it, he swung it and laughed as he felt it connect to her jaw. Her body whipped around, facing the wall behind her. Half of her hair had fallen down, and she was hunched over. When she turned around the vampire took a step back. She had blood on her lip and an angry expression on her face. She lunged at him, knocking him to the ground with her. She landed on top of him and she started to punch at his face. He kicked her off of him, sending her flying into the wall and crashing face down on the ground. She tried to get up but slipped back down.
"What's your name, pretty?" The vampire asked, smiling while pacing around.
"Sarah." She looked up at him. She now had a little blood coming from her forehead to go with her busted lip. She smiled at his bloody and bruised face. "What's yours?" She asked with fake cheer.
"Death." He stared at her very serious.
Sarah snorted. "Oh, scary!" She laughed lightly, hopping to her feet. "Really."
"You dare laugh at me? You will be dead within moments, and you laugh at the one who will be standing over your body?"
"Apparently."
He growled picked up a broken piece of glass from the same spot he retrieved the earlier disregarded metal.
Sarah's eyes got big for a moment, but then she forced a cocky look over her features. "What now? You yell boo?"
"Laugh now." The vampire nodded, before attacking her. He swung, she dodged, she punched, he kicked, she attacked he stepped back. Their fight was long and bloody. After a few more minutes, she was holding the leg he just tried to kick her with. She was smiling at him.
Then time slowed. Everything was seen as if threw the eyes of another. The vampire raised his other leg, making Sarah stumble and let go of his leg. He landed on both feet, and brought up his hand that held the glass that was long forgotten by Sarah. Her eyes filled with tears as she felt the glass enter her gut. The vampire was now holding her up, close to him. He whispered into her ear, "Goodbye Sarah."
With that he found her neck, and sunk his fangs into her flesh, making her cry out. Blood was pouring from her stomach, and everything got darker. He withdrew his teeth and let her fall to the ground. She fell three feet away from the body of the little girl.
And that's were Sarah's body stayed until the next morning, when the police found her and the girl. Her long blonde hair, which had completely fallen during the fight, framing her face, her crystal blue eyes starring off into nothing.

Willow opened her eyes and groaned. Once again she woke up alone in her bed. That was a weird dream. But she had a feeling she new what it was. A Slayer dream. Buffy had once told her that when she first became the Slayer she had had them.
Willow climbed out of bed and walked down stares and into the kitchen.
Once again her girlfriend was in the kitchen, only this time without Dawn.
"Hey honey."
"Hey." Willow sat down a stool.
"Sleep good?" Tara got out two bowls from the cabinet and set them beside her.
Willow shrugged, "Not the best. How is it you started getting up earlier?"
Pulling out a box of cereal Tara smiled, "I haven't, you have just been sleeping later the last couple days."
Willow laughed lightly, "Well, I should probably go talk to Giles before training. I, uh, had a Slayer dream. I think."
Tara placed milk on the table, looking at Willow. "Oh god, are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine. Just kind of weird. I'm just gonna go then."
"No you aren't. You have to eat something. It's your first training session."
"I guess you're right."
"Oh, I got a new book yesterday. It's really interesting. You should look at it before classes start up again."
"Really? What's it about?"
"Roman empire. Oh, and I hear Jenny got that book. With the fire spell?"
"We did that already." Willow smiled at her. "We're going into physiologic studies next term right?"
"I think so…" Tara kept talking while Willow sat smiling at her. Willow loved how Tara could take her off; stop her from worrying about all the supernatural stuff. And she would just get to be Willow for a little while. "…and then I realized that was her yummy face!"

Willow walked into the Magic Box wearing some black exercise pants and a red tank top.
"Hey Giles." She smiled at the man standing behind the counter.
"Ah, yes, Willow. I see you've come…ready for training, then." He indicated her clothes.
Willow looked down at her clothes, and blushed slightly. "How long will they last?" She blurted out.
"Training?" Giles asked, walking into the training room, the witch close behind.
"No. The dreams. I had, a Slayer dream. You know, past Slayers? Yada, yada."
He turned to face her, "I didn't even think about them. They usually stop after three or four months."
"Yay." Willow said flatly, sighing.
"I thought we'd start with the basics."

Two hours later Giles had sweat soaked threw his shirt. "I-I think you did…pretty…well."
Willow smiled; she had a little sweat rolling down her forehead, but was pretty much in good shape.
First they had started with the basics. Giles had put on padded gloves and moved around while she tried to kick his hands. They had taken two brief breaks during this time. One to look at Giles's hand because he thought she might have broken something. And two because Willow had missed his hand and kicked him in the chest.
Then they moved on to gymnastics. He had told Willow to do different moves. She did flips and splits and worked on the balance beam for a while. Willow had become giddy while doing this. She could never have done these things before. When she was done their, Giles had her work on the dummy and punching bag.
Now Giles was sitting in a chair and Willow was sitting on the balance beam across the room, looking at him. She had a towel around her neck, and her hair was up in a sloppy ponytail. It pained him slightly. At that moment, she looked exactly like Buffy used to before…
"Well, I better go. I want to go shopping." She smiled hopping off of the beam. She was in a good mood for the first time since finding out about her Slayer duties, which was strange because training had put her in that mood.
"Yes, well, you've done very well today." Giles stood, "I'm proud of you."
"I'm proud of you too." She smiled.
"For what?"
"For being my Watcher." She looked him in the eye, "And for being so brave why I kicked your ass."
"I…"
She gave him a quick hug. "Bye Giles."
And then she was gone.