A young man was running through a street. He came to an alley, withdrawing the stake that was hidden behind his back; he crept quietly looking closely at the debris piles for awaiting attackers. He saw a familiar looking garment on the ground. At least he knew he was on the right track. He heard a muffled cry off in the distance and a sinister laugh followed by an eerie voice "He won't get here in time. You will die this evening and rise tomorrow as my bride."
The woman's screams were abruptly cut off as the vampire's teeth pierced her neck and he drank liberally of her blood. Before she passed out the vamp made her drink his blood thereby insuring she would rise as a creature of the night.
The young man, seeing what was going on, charged the vampire. "Your nights of causing terror and death are over!" he shouted. The young man stabbed at the vampire missing him by inches. The vampire spun and placed a side kick to the young man's chest; sending him flying though the air, he hit the wall of the building, and slumped to the ground unconscious.
Giles woke; he was out of breath and shaking as if he had been the one fighting the vampire. He left his glasses on the nightstand and started to write what he could remember... a young man, never saw his face clearly, an alley in London, a vampire, and … then; the vision faded to gray.
Though he had slept for only a few hours; sleep was elusive. Still visibly shaking from the experience he went to his kitchen to make tea. Giles decided to forgo the tea for something a little stronger. Taking a glass from his cupboard and the bottle of scotch from the counter; he went to his living room and pulled one of the books from the new stack he had bought the day before. Sitting on the couch, he poured a generous amount of the amber liquid into his glass, and sat back sipping it as he read.
While studying the book he would fill his glass as it emptied. He finished the book and the bottle at about the same time. He put his head back to rest his eyes only for a moment.
A young man was walking hand in hand with a beautiful young lady. As she turned towards the young man, it was obvious she was very pregnant. "You'll need to stop your activities with your friends' soon." she said softly.
The dream switched venues:
The young man was now in a one room flat, holding a crying infant. He started singing softly to the baby, "Hush little baby don't say a word, papa's gonna bye you a mockingbird..." As he completed the tune the baby slept peacefully cradled in his arms. The father looked towards the mother of the baby. "She's beautiful, love."
The scene changed:
The young man was in the same flat though it looked like a tornado had gone through the place. He was visibly shaking and crying as he held the infant, now limp and lifeless in his arms. Knowing there wasn't anything he could do for her he set her in her cradle. Determined to find the monster that had snuffed the life of his child before it had a chance to start; he grabbed a stake and bolted out of the flat and into the dark streets of London
Giles woke; his cheeks were wet with tears; the last horror staying with him. He could see the love this young man had for his child in the way he cradled her and gently laid her down; kissing her forehead before leaving.
He wondered if his dreams could be prophetic. Could he find this young man before tragedy struck? The Watcher's Council wouldn't help. Since being dismissed as Buffy's Watcher they wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe Olivia could help. Though she didn't know about his former occupation as a Watcher; she is an excellent artist and she's from England. Possibly Olivia would recognize where in London these dreams are taking place.
Still feeling hung over from last night's drinking; he took two aspirin and headed for the shower. Though he didn't want to; he kept playing the last scene in his mind trying to pick up on any minute detail that may lead him to the part of London where this may take place.
Giles heard the phone at the other end ring several times before a groggy voice said, "This had better be good."
"Olivia? I'm sorry I... I forgot the time difference."
"Ripper?" She was unsure at first, the man on the other end seemed to lack confidence; something Ripper never had a lack of.
Giles cringed at the sound of the nickname he was given in his youth. "Yes, I'll... I'll call back later."
"Now wait a minute. You haven't called me in how long? I'm not letting you get way that easily. How have you been? Where are you living now?"
"I... I've been better." he paused wondering how much to tell her. I... I need some help and... and... thought about you and... and..."
"You said something about time difference?"
"Y... Yes, I'm the librarian at the high school in Sunnydale, California."
"I'm attending an art exhibit in Los Angeles how far are you from there?"
Giles made arrangements to meet Olivia at the exhibit the next day at 4:00pm.
"It was nice to hear your voice again, Ripper. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good bye and... and thank you." He hung up the phone with a slight smile remembering the good times he had had with Olivia.
The rest of the evening did not go well Giles was plagued with more nightmares all centered on the young man, the young lady, their baby and a vampire.