Dream come true: Chapter 1
by pagan pylea princess
Title: Dream Come True
Author: Pagan Pylea Princess
Characters: Pretty much every one in Season 7 (cause it’s kinda hard to write a story around that time that doesn’t include the Scoobies, the potentials, and what with Faith and Robin and Kennedy and….
Summary: Spike and Buffy have dreams about each other, only to find that they are actually in each other’s dreams.
Disclaimer: Bow down to Mr Joss Whedon, for only he can say he owns these characters.
Feedback: Yes please!


Chapter 1

The icy wind whipped through the air, brushing the leaves across the ground. It caused you to turn in search of a stalker, the leaves sounding like scraping footsteps behind you. The gale was quick to extinguish the flames in the gas lamps that lined the street, sending it into darkness. Those that stayed lit created pools of light along the path, sending the shadows hurrying back into alleys, hiding away like thieves in the night.

William looked behind him briefly as he hurried along. He rubbed his hands together and cupped them over his mouth to keep himself warm. Winter was setting in and he pulled his jacket in closer.

He sped up, the lack of any sign of human activity meant he was touching dangerous ground. He knew strange things went on after sundown. Unexplainable things. He heard distant cheering from some far off tavern, where he knew it was safe and warm, with it’s friendly fireplace and ale, and cursed himself.

Speeding up again, he realised he was running from something, but he had no idea what.
Or who.

A sudden shuffle ahead made him dart into the nearest alley with the shadows, and he prayed for his heart to stop pounding in his chest lest he was caught. He breathed a sigh of relief after several minutes of silence and he leant against the wall for support.

It was only when he heard his name from further down the alley he could have kicked himself.

He turned slowly to see his darkened princess, shrugging off the shadows and stepping into the light with a wry smile. He shouldn’t know her yet, but he did.

Drusilla.

Her dark hair framing her face as it switched to the countenance of her true self, she ran a finger down his cheek, which made him shiver and his spine tingle, not with fear, but with lust over what she could show him. He felt himself falling back into his old ways, as though she were turning him into a vampire with her eyes alone.

“Ssshh, William.” She muttered.
He grinned as she leant in to kiss him. Slowly, she strayed from his lips to his neck and bit hard. He felt a strange sensation, like a shudder of power through his veins – he knew he was torn between living and dying.

“Sorry, party’s over.”

William’s eyes, which had been closed ready for death, widened in surprise. He squinted to look into the shadows to see who had spoken, yet in his gut he already knew.

She darted forward hurriedly and slammed a stake into his attacker. Drusilla looked up at William in surprise. He reached out to save her, but knew it was too late. The dust settled, and there she was. Standing in a positive stance in red leather pants and a black tank top, her blonde hair hung across her shoulders, her heart pounding. He could hear it.

But as he stood there in the 1880’s and stared ahead at her into the present, their expressions became more and more confused.

“Buffy?”
“Spike?”

What did she say?

Suddenly he woke, staring up at the crypt ceiling. He stared around wildly, disoriented, and then sat up with a jolt. Ahead and through the window he could see the orange glow of the sun dipping down beyond the horizon.

Moodily and slightly freaked out, he got dressed and left the crypt. He’d been watching it for Clem since the demon had left town for a while. He marched through the graveyard, not really sure where he was going. He needed a fight, something to take his mind off the dream that hung over him, rolling over and over in his mind. Even though it had only been a dream it had been too close for comfort. He could still see her face, confusion and horror, and even though he knew it wasn’t real it still felt like they were both there.

He would find a demon and kick it’s ass, get it out of his system, try and get the creepy feeling that crawled across his brain to go away. Up ahead he heard a struggle and turned to game-face.

“Oh yeah”

He raced ahead, ready for a good fight. As the struggle came in to view he realised it wasn’t a demon and victim. It was a vampire and a slayer.
“Bugger” he said, half tempted to leave her behind, but she turned and saw him.
“Spike!” she called, hurling a spare axe toward him. The blade landed in the ground with a soft thud, the hilt sticking out, and he looked up.
“Hey! Watch where you’re throwing that!” he called.
She kicked the vampire but it grabbed her and attempted to sink its fangs in from behind. She tried to flip it with no luck.
“A little help here!” she called, hoarsely.
He sighed and picked up the axe.
“Bloody hell.” He muttered, then ran at the vampire with a battle cry like a lion’s roar.

The vampire looked up as Spike hefted the axe through its neck, just missing Buffy. The vamp dusted in seconds, freeing Buffy who collapsed onto the ground in her own momentum. Spike put the axe blade over his shoulder and held out his free hand to help her up. She looked at it defiantly and pushed herself up.

“Charming. I only saved your life.” He sighed as she dusted herself down.
“Sorry.” She muttered and he turned in surprise at the genuine note in her tone.
“Your game’s off Slayer” he taunted, spinning the axe in his hand like a baton twirler.
“Is not!” she said stubbornly, and then looked down. “Maybe a little.” She muttered.
He grinned, his face now back to normal, and handed her the axe. She took it and lent against a gravestone. After a few moments of silence he cocked his head to one side and frowned.
“Something up?” he asked, leaning on the gravestone too. She looked up, reluctant for a moment, then began.
“I just…. had this really weird dream. I can’t get it out of my head. I mean, I always get weird dreams but, this was like something I dreamt before. There was something… it happened with Angel one time, that’s all.” She finished hurriedly.
Spike frowned and interrupted her, “what was it about?”
She looked up and paused hesitantly. She sighed. “It was confusing,” she started, “you were in it.”
Spike stood back a little.
“In an alley?” he said, fear creeping into his voice.
She frowned. “Yeah”
“With Drusilla?”
Buffy stood up. “Ok, psychic or what?” She laughed, then went pale at the look on Spike’s face.

“You were…in it,” she said, pointing in surprise.
“It wasn’t my dream…” he said.

She looked up, “it was ours”


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