Chapter 6
Back in dreamland, Buffy was running. It was like déjà vu, she was running from the same thing she was somehow scared of.
"Stop running." Buffy told herself, so she did. She turned and faced the figure.
"I'm not afraid of you." She said to the tall, bulky figure.
Watching the masked man wave the chain saw around, Buffy felt a stabbing pain in her back. As she looked down she saw blood gushing down her side. She had been stabbed.
Buffy Ann Summer's looked back behind her only to see another masked bulky figure, this time holding a knife with blood on it. Her blood on it.
Xander and Anya parked the car outside of one Sunnydale's cemeteries. They made their way to Spike's crypt hoping Buffy was there.
Instead of finding the slayer straight away they found a familiar face stood beside the fireplace. Xander barged in and punched the man.
"Where the hell is Buffy?" he demanded to know.
"Xander." Anya said calling him over to the chair, in the chair sat his best friend the slayer. She looked unconscious.
"What the hell have you done to her?" Xander asked holding the mayor by the neck up against the wall.
"I haven't done anything, she's just sleeping." The mayor said defending himself against the brunette.
"Xander." Anya paused as both men turned to face her. She had blood o her hands and tears in her eyes. "I… I think she's. Dead"
Tara and Dawn were anxiously waiting at the hospital for news on their friend. So far she had been in hospital for well over three hours and no one had heard anything from Anya and Xander.
The pair of girls were staring to panic. They had a right to be. After calling Xander's cell,
they saw Xander and Anya running in through the hospital doors following a load of doctors and a bed.
"Xander." Dawn said waving him over.
"It's Buffy." Xander said trying to catch his breath and wipe the tears rolling down his cheeks.
The whole of the group fell into a crying fit. The day just kept getting even worse than it had started. They needed help, and so called the only person they knew.
Rupert Giles got on the first plane back to California. He had just received a phone call that he was needed. Apparently the situation in Sunnydale had taken a drastic turn for the worse. He couldn't really make out what was been said over the phone by Dawn, but it sounded badly. Apparently Willow and Buffy had both been taken to hospital and had severe injuries. He hoped he wouldn't after be doing this, coming back to sunnydale so soon and not like this. He wished it could've been a pleasant visit.
Giles sat in the uncomfortable plane seats. He almost had tears in his eyes at the thought of what he may find back in Sunnydale. If you were to hear about Sunnydale you would've thought it sounded like a nice place that was until you got there you'd realise it wasn't so friendly after all. Not when you found out about all the vampire and demon activity which happened on a daily basis in Sunnydale. No wonder it had so many cemeteries and graveyards.
Giles sat back and relaxed in his seat, he put the head phones of his walkman and listened to learn Spanish in 2 weeks tape. He was planning on taking a trip to Spain. Every year in august the watcher's council held their annual watcher's convention and Giles wanted to go there this year. Looks like he'd after put it on hold until this whole situation back in Sunnydale was over and done with.
The rest of the scoobies were waiting at the hospital for the arrival of Rupert Giles. Xander had called Giles a few hours earlier, even though the old man hadn't understood everything Xander had said on the phone, because of the crying fit Xander had recently had, he knew it sounded bad.
He told the brunette he would get on the next plane back to California.
Xander believed him; it was not like Giles to lie. Xander had this crazy idea that maybe when Giles returned everything would go back to normal. He knew that was impossible. Nothing could be the same after this.
The doctors and nurses stood round the women on the operating table. She had been out cold for almost two hours now and they knew they couldn't save her. It was a shame, because she was such a pretty young women. She had been brought in almost four hours ago and gone into cardiac arrest almost straight away. The doctors and nurses had been performing CPR for two hours straight. Everyone was growing tired, the doctor called it.
"Time of death, 11:23 pm."
The young woman was gone.
To be continued…..