Only in Dreams
Dreams. Colors. Sounds. Movements. Pain, pain, pain...
Why couldn't she wake up? She kept trying. Every time Faith would try to open her eyes, though, Buffy would shove her back down. A knife in the gut, an unmarked grave, and Buffy. Those were the only things she could really remember. Well, that and The Mayor, but he was probably some big-ass demon by now and had forgotten all about her. Yeah, he'd said he cared and shit, but where was he when she really needed him? Where was he now?
Hell, where was anyone?
Angel was dead too, though. That was good. That had been her last-ditch plan, after all, to just fuck Buffy over one last time. After she'd jumped, what would Buffy do? No Slayer blood meant no cure for Angel, and the lust bunnies would finally be done with. If Buffy got real stupid, she supposed, she could've gone and given him her own blood, but Buffy wasn't stupid.
This was a war. People die in wars... or in this case, vampires die. Which, really, when you thought about it only made sense. He was a vampire! She'd said that from day one, but everyone had ignored her. She wasn't doing her duty, she wasn't understanding of the "specialness" of the whole Buffy and Angel shit. Hell, she even got her own Watcher who'd sucked ass at his duty while he'd made goo-goo eyes at Cordelia.
Why couldn't she wake up?
She was dreaming again. It happened. The whole Slayer-dream-thing. Finally, though, she dreamt of something different. She was still wearing her outfit from the fight with Buffy, but there wasn't any blood on it. The rain had stopped, and she was walking, walking, walking... silence. It was killing her.
And she couldn't wake up.
Why couldn't she wake up? She kept trying. Every time Faith would try to open her eyes, though, Buffy would shove her back down. A knife in the gut, an unmarked grave, and Buffy. Those were the only things she could really remember. Well, that and The Mayor, but he was probably some big-ass demon by now and had forgotten all about her. Yeah, he'd said he cared and shit, but where was he when she really needed him? Where was he now?
Hell, where was anyone?
Angel was dead too, though. That was good. That had been her last-ditch plan, after all, to just fuck Buffy over one last time. After she'd jumped, what would Buffy do? No Slayer blood meant no cure for Angel, and the lust bunnies would finally be done with. If Buffy got real stupid, she supposed, she could've gone and given him her own blood, but Buffy wasn't stupid.
This was a war. People die in wars... or in this case, vampires die. Which, really, when you thought about it only made sense. He was a vampire! She'd said that from day one, but everyone had ignored her. She wasn't doing her duty, she wasn't understanding of the "specialness" of the whole Buffy and Angel shit. Hell, she even got her own Watcher who'd sucked ass at his duty while he'd made goo-goo eyes at Cordelia.
Why couldn't she wake up?
She was dreaming again. It happened. The whole Slayer-dream-thing. Finally, though, she dreamt of something different. She was still wearing her outfit from the fight with Buffy, but there wasn't any blood on it. The rain had stopped, and she was walking, walking, walking... silence. It was killing her.
And she couldn't wake up.