Chapter Four – Dreams of the Chosen One

Buffy POV

I opened the front door to my house as quietly as I could and wandered into the living room. Someone was watching TV. "That you Will?"

"No, its me," Dawn said, not taking her eyes off the TV. Or 'That infernal box!' as Giles calls it, conveniently forgetting that he has one.

I snapped into Big Sister/Responsible Adult mode. "Dawn?" I glanced at the clock. "It's 2:31 in the frigging morning! Why aren't you in bed?" I went into Slayer mode. "Has something happened? Are you alright?"

Dawn finally looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Duh. Do you really think I'd it'd be sitting here calmly watching the TV if something was wrong?"

"Oh yeah…I mean…" I shook my head. Slayer mode off, Big Sister/Responsible Adult mode back on. "Why aren't you in bed?" I repeated.

"It's a Friday night." I put my hands on my hips and glared.

"So?"

"Oh come on Buffy," she whined. "Other kids my age get to stay up this late!"

I pointed up the stairs. "Bed," I said firmly.

Dawn pouted. "Buffffffyyyy."

"Now!"

She muttered something I couldn't hear, got up, and headed to the stairs. I sighed. Boy, I'm tired. Killed some big strong horny blue thing earlier. Gave me a real workout. Oh! Not that kind of workout! And horny! I mean, it had horns! It had horns, it wasn't horny! Well, I mean it might have been. Ah! No! Bad Buffy! Yuck!

I shuddered. "Gross. Sleep now. Yes, sleep. Wonderful, dreamless sleep. No more thoughts about…eew!"

I went to bed.

I was walking with the first Slayer through a desert in Africa. "He will upset the balance."

I nodded. "I know."

"Kill him before he can."

"I'll try my best."

The First Slayer stopped. I stopped as well. We stared at each other. "Do not try. Only do."

I looked away. "Sometimes all we can do is try."

I looked into her eyes. She nodded. "I know." We started walking again.

"She feels alone."

"She has people there for her."

"He feels alone as well. They will come together. As the moth is drawn to the flame and burned, the vampire will be drawn to the Dawn."

"I won't let him come anywhere near her."

"You cannot protect her forever."

"She's my sister. I'll always protect her."

She pointed forward. I followed her finger. There was a man in his early twenties sitting in a bet of flowers. He was dressed in a light blue shirt and pants. His feet were bare. We went towards him. My slayer sense kicked in and I realised he was a vampire. Golden sunlight shone on him, filled the area around him. The air was filled with summer warmth. He looked up and saw us. He smiled and waved. We walked up to him. He smiled at both of us. "His name is Glazzior," the first Slayer said. He was really pale. His eyes stared into mine. They were a piercing blue-grey. He had beautiful blond hair that fell just below his shoulders.

"Hello," he said.

"Hello Glazzior," I said, smiling at him. I knelt down. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making a daisy chain," he said.

"That's nice." A lock of hair fell down his face. I reached over and tucked it behind his ear.

"Thank you," he said.

He took my hands and stood up, drawing me to stand as well. He placed the daisy chain on my head. "For you."

"Thank you." He tilted my head up towards him and kissed me. Their was nothing in the kiss except innocence, like the kiss of a child. The area around us grew dark and the air went cold. I stepped back and looked at him. He was wearing a deep crimson silk shirt and black leather pants. He vamped and a stake appeared in his right hand. He thrust it towards me and it ripped apart my heart. Blood flowed down from the wound like a river. I looked at him. "Why did you do that?"

"Vengeance." He trailed a finger through the blood and brought it up to his lips. "They say that the blood of a Slayer is the finest wine in all of creation." He wiped his finger in my hair, cleaning it. "Aren't you going to taste it?" I asked. A look of rage came onto his face. He backhanded me and I fell on the floor. "Never," he hissed. Suddenly he exploded into a cloud of dust. I looked at the first Slayer. "Why did you do that?"

"He is the one. The one that binds them. The one that protects Him from Them. Kill him, and the others will fall."

"Protects who?"

The first Slayer pointed behind me. "Him." I turned around and saw Glazzior. He was lying on the floor, his face still vampire. He was lying in a pool of his own blood. I knew he was dead, but he wasn't dust anymore. A big black bird was ripping off his flesh and eating it. A raven. The bird snapped its head around and stared at me.

"Caw!" It screeched, then spread its wings and flew away.

"He is the one that will love her," the first Slayer said. I turned around to look at her and I was in the cave under Spike's crypt. My hands were in chains. I glared at Spike. "Whatever it is you think your feeling, it's not love! You can't love without a soul!"

"We can you know," Drusilla said softly. "We can love quite well. It's not wise though."

My hands slipped through the chains like water. I was back in the desert with the first Slayer. "They are demons."

I nodded. "I know."

"Then kill him. If you can."

I woke up. It was morning. Someone knocked on the door. "Hey Buffy, are you up?" Willow asked. She came in smiling, then lost the smile when she saw me. "Buffy, what's wrong?"

"Call Giles," I said. "Hurry."