Bring Me to Life
Same disclaimers as always
Twenty-Two
Phyllis stared in fear as the blonde stalked up, anger clearly written on her face. Oh Goddess! Now she's gonna kill me.
The blonde glared at her, then suddenly Phyllis's check was burning. Her hand went straight to her throbbing cheek.
She did a double-take. Tara Maclay?! She had seen it before, that this woman was Rosenberg's lover.
Nothing made sense. Looking into Maclay's eyes she saw something…different there from the woman that had appeared in her dream. That woman had seemed…colder. This Maclay had a warmth to her.
"Why?" Maclay glared at her.
Phyllis, embarrassed, looked down, her honey hair falling over her eyes. "I…I…I'm sorry. I thought…"
"You thought what?"
Nervous blue eyes darted from face to face. "I…thought she was a threat." Seeing that this wasn't enough, she added, "I had a dream."
Something in Maclay's look softened. "Stay here."
"Should we believe her?" Xander looked from face to face.
"She's probably a bunny in disguise."
Tara sighed. "She said she had a dream."
Dawn scowled. "We all heard her. Personally, I think she's lying. We should just…"
"You guys don't think it's possible that her dreams are…Slayer-like?" Buffy looked at Giles.
"Well," Giles put his glasses back onto his face, "I guess it could be possible that this girl could have some kind of precognition."
Out of the corner of his eye, Xander noticed Willow look around nervously.
She knew that they were all talking about her. She couldn't really, hear them, but she knew.
Did they believe her? Her dreams had always shown a glimpse of the future. Her visions too.
Phyllis sighed. She had no idea whether or not they'd believe her.
She had no idea what she'd do if she didn't.
Or worse, what if they did?
She wandered through the valley. The cold, damp grass tickled her bare feet. She knelt down. Below her sat three snow globes. She picked up the one in the middle. Inside she saw the city as it was, people scurrying about. In the center stood a figure. She couldn't make out the face.
She placed the globe back onto the floor. She picked up the one on the right. Inside, its town was completely orderly. Nothing was out of place; it all reminded her of one of those so called 'perfect societies'. She couldn't make out the center figure's face.
She picked up the one on the left. Everything inside was pure chaos. Monsters ran loose and people ran about looting and killing one another.
The figure in the center had Rosenberg's face.
Phyllis woke up.
She hoped that her dreams had been a mistake.