Previously: Lorne rolled into the bed and closed his eyes. Listening to Angelina's steady breathing was like a lullaby. It lulled him to sleep in no time.

For Dawn however, the apartment was full of different sounds. Ones she hadn't heard from hers. She sighed. She would just have to get used to them.

She rolled over and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come. And after a while, it did.

No one noticed however, the red head sitting in the tree outside the apartment's kitchen window.

Chapter 41

Red paced around the living room floor. It had been a while since the Scoobies had left, but Willow had been on edge ever since. She knew I wouldn't let anything happen to her; not when Buffy could kill me with a stake, etc. She knew I would do whatever was in my power to stop whatever nasty from getting to her. But she wouldn't bloody calm down!

'You're wearing a hole in the floor love' I drawled from the couch.

I was attempting to watch some game show, but Willow's constant pacing kept distracting me. She was quite cute when worked up. You could see why someone would go for the lesbian witch.

'Sorry' Willow gave a half hearted smile and sat down opposite me.

It was fine for about five minutes, then she started to pick at her fingers and fidget with her feet. Vampire hearing could pick up a lot.

I sighed, 'Willow, what's wrong'

Red threw her hands into her lap and looked straight at me. I turned my head and looked back. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

'I don't want to be next' she whispered. 'Of all things. It would be fine if Angelus was handing out cotton candy or movie tickets or something…' she looked at the floor, 'But ending lives? Being next is the one thing I don't want to be.'

Her tears trickled down her face and she sat there quietly crying. I wasn't good with these situations. I thought it was hard with Buffy; she hit things. Red was a goddess; a little uncertain and brimming with power.

'Re- Willow, you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you don't you?' I turned her face towards me.

She looked at me and nodded. I had told her this often and she had trusted me, but still wasn't able to relax.

'I know, its just… What if he can travel in the day or something? What if your not there?'

'Well pet, the others probably will be. Won't they?'

'Most likely' Willow turned away and thought about what I had just said while wiping her tears away. 'I'm sorry, I'm being silly.'

'Not a problem pet. And its not silly, its just nerves'

Willow nodded and smiled 'Thanks Spike'

I held up a hand in a gesture of 'your welcome' and continued with my TV show.

An hour later, Willow appeared from around the corner of the wall.

'So you're ok on the couch? Want any more blankets?'

Red had piled the blankets and pillows on me to the point of being the princess and the bloody pea.

'I'm good Red. Thanks'

'Ok well I'm going to bed. See you in the morning' she chirped.

'G'night' I called to the disappearing form down the hall.

The show I was watching on the tele ended and was replaced by something boring. Really boring. So boring it put me to sleep.

~**~

Faith paced passed her bedroom window. She had the odd feeling that she had been followed after her patrol with Buffy tonight. She wasn't sure who the stalker was, but was certain that they weren't friendly.

Her and Anya had walked back to Anya's and grabbed pizza on the way home. Anya had then disappeared for a few hours doing 'vengeance demon doings', which was fine with Faith. She had turned evil before; killed people. Nearly killed Wesley, who now rested in the heavens above. Or so she thought.

Faith walked out of her room and towards the kitchen. Maybe eating something, or cleaning something would distract her from the uneasy feeling. Bad pizza perhaps?

She looked for something to do, but nothing appealed. No good food, nothing to clean, nothing to do. Anya was a clean freak and right now Faith hated her for it.

So she opted to sit on the couch and watch the TV or some movie.

Upon turning the TV on, she found that there was nothing interesting on, and no movies appealed; they were all girly ones.

So in order to keep herself busy, she strode to the cupboard, grabbed out a towel and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

The water was warm, the shower was calming and slowly Faith began to unwind. She washed her hair with whatever shampoo and conditioner Anya had. The labels were written in some foreign language, so for all she knew, Faith could have been using blood for hair care products.

She found the soap and scrubbed and then turned the shower off, got out and wrapped herself in her towel. She was semi dried off, when the phone in the kitchen rang.

It could have been Anya calling to say she was going to longer than she thought, or possibly Buffy with news, so Faith went and answered it.

'Yeah?' Faith answered.

'Two days' a eerily familiar voice said.

'Excuse me?' Faith wanted to get the guy talking so she could pick who he was.

'Two days til you and your friends all die'

'I'm sorry, I think you may have the wrong number'

'Two days and that's the night the teddy bears will have their picnic' the phone went dead.

Faith hung up the phone in shocked silence. She could now pick the voice; why t had been so eerily familiar. It was Angelus.

A few seconds later Anya appeared in the room next to Faith, who was still wrapped in a towel.

'Why are you in a towel? And why are you out here?' Anya asked bluntly.

Faith quickly recovered 'Er, I was just on my way to get changed when the phone rang. I just got out of the shower'

'Who was it?'

'Someone who had the wrong number'

'Oh okay' Anya shrugged and fetched a glass of water from the kitchen. 'Was it some guy saying 'Two days?''

Faith nodded then grew suspicious. 'Why?'

'I've been getting those calls the last few days. Only instead of 'two' it was 'three' or 'four''

'Oh. Ok well I'm going to bed ok?' Faith needed to think this over without distraction.

And Anya, however weird and kind she may be, was a distraction.

'Ok. See you in the morning' Anya chirped.

'Yeah, 'night' and Faith disappeared to her room.

~**~

Angelina tossed and turned throughout the night.

Her dreams were becoming less dream like and more real. The attacker was stronger, more vicious and brutal than he had been the first night the dream occurred.

The alleyway was becoming longer and longer, and Angelina herself was becoming slower and slower, now not even making it halfway down the alleyway before she was grabbed from behind.

Sometimes she wasn't even grabbed; tonight she felt searing pain through her stomach and looked down to find a sword sticking through her middle. Her blood trickled down her pants as she raised a hand to her wound and the blood, when it made contact with her hand, was still tacky.

Finally, when the dream was nearly over, she would collapse before her death, but she would try to twist, in order to see her attacker before she died. Normally she didn't see anything but shadow, but this particular night as she twisted barely conscious, she managed to make out golden vampire eyes and a black leather jacket or duster, before the death swallowed her whole.

That night, Angelina woke up with a start, cold sweat dripping from her face and making her pyjamas stick to her. It was not comfortable.

She rolled out of bed and was surprised to see that she hadn't woken Lorne at all, or if she had, he wasn't paying her any attention. Which she was grateful for.

She headed into the wardrobe and pulled out a clean pair of pyjamas and peeled off her sweaty ones, then headed to the bathroom, not really caring if Lorne was awake and watching, but kinda hoping he wasn't because as she shut the door and turned on the light, there under her left breast and tracing all the way to her hip, was tacky blood.

Turns out her nightmares were more real than she thought.

~**~

I recently watched the episode of 'Charmed' when the 'Dream Sorcerer' is controlling Pru's dreams.

I thought it would be fun to add in.

Reviews and ideas would be great!