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Author's Note: This takes place after the season finale, probably a couple weeks or so
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Willow hummed softly to herself as she walked over to Giles' place. She had a date with Oz tonight. That made her happy. But her dream still had her very worried. She wanted to talk to Giles about it, him being the master of the supernatural (or super weird, as Cordelia called it) around Sunnydale. She knew Buffy sometimes had dreams that foretold the coming of demons and potential Armageddons and such, and she couldn't help but wonder if the Hellmouth was sending prophetic dreams to the girlfriend of it's resident werewolf. Anything was possible.
She knocked lightly on the door, and in a few minutes the tweed-clad librarian poked his head out the door.
"Oh, Willow! Very good, I-I was, ah, just about to call you. A-And Xander. There's a matter of great importance I need to discuss-"
"Giles I had a dream Oz died." Willow cut him off, wanting to get right to her point. Giles looked a little flustered, but then ushered her inside.
"You had a dream that Oz died? Was he, ah, in werewolf form, or, ah, human form?" he queried as he poured them some tea.
"Human. He was attacked by a vampire at the Bronze. And when I went backstage and found him, the vampire said something to me and ran away," Willow explained as she sat down on the smelly old couch. Giles handed her a cup of tea.
"What exactly did the vampire say?" Giles asked as he disappeared into another room.
"It said 'He's coming for you. He wants you.' Whatever that means."
"'He's coming for you'? How very odd. Sounds prophetic by all rights though. Can you tell me anything more about your dream? Was anything out of place? Did it seem real?" he called from the other room.
"Oh yes, it was horribly real! It was like, I was really at the Bronze, and like Oz really died. There was nothing weird about it at all. Well, other than that, Oz was dead, which is weird, since, Oz is...not dead." Giles reappeared with a stack of dusty old books, predictably.
"You didn't happen to have been watching any horror films last night?"
"Giles, life around here is scary enough, I'd like to think movie land is still a happy place."
"Right. Uh, anyway. You're positive the vampire said 'He's coming for you'?"
"And 'He wants you'," she confirmed. Giles leafed through the pages of an especially thick volume, looking thoughtful for a moment. Willow watched him anxiously.
"I think perhaps you should tell Oz to, ah, keep an eye out...perhaps have him stay with, uh, Xander or someone until we can be certain there's no danger?" he said when he saw her worried look. Willow nodded and looked a little relieved.
"What about what the vampire said?"
"I'm going to research that a little more...I'll call you when I find something." Willow stood and thanked him. She felt better now that she had a little mission.
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Spike snarled as his face changed from human to demon. He had come back from hunting and found the Slayer standing over Drusilla with a stake. Dru was defenseless and Buffy was just about to drive the stake home. Spike hurled himself at her, but he was too late. Just as he made impact with Buffy's side, his precious ducks was turned to a pile of ash. The slayer scrambled away from him. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and held up a cross to ward him off.
"She's coming for you. She wants you." Buffy said, and then leaped out the window behind her. Spike raced to the window, but could see no trace of the Slayer anywhere. Cursing to himself, he turned back to the room that was empty of all life except himself and the pile of ashes formerly known as Drusilla.
Spike awoke with a start. It was the middle of the day. He knew he should be sound asleep. But that dream! Good God that dream! He looked over at the vampire sleeping next to him. 'All in one piece still, pet?' he thought and kissed Dru's pale forehead. She purred and snuggled against him. He put his arm over her. 'Good girl, ducks. I'll get that bloody Slayer before she'll have a chance to get you.' As he fell back asleep, Spike briefly wondered who "she" was.
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