Angel and Spike arrived at the Hyperion with Laura. Oz and Faith rushed over, concerned looks on their faces.
“What happened?” Oz questioned.
“Some guy made of sand attacked us.” said Spike. “Bugger dived on Red, and before we could stop it the thing had vanished and she was out.”
Faith and Oz looked at each other.
“The Sandman.” said Oz.
“It's gotta be. Damn it!” Faith growled.
“Would someone explain whats going on?” a confused Angel asked.
“The Sandman is a 'dream demon',” said Oz, “That possesses a host, and forces them to live their worst nightmares over and over, feeding on the fear generated until they die of terror.”
“Kinda like Freddy Krueger.” said Faith. “Only without the knives, nasty skin, and really bad fashion sense..”
“You can’t scare me you know!” Laura cried out in to the endless desert before her, “I know you need my fear to feed you, and frankly after hearing Angel sing in the shower, nothing can scare me!”
“We shall see about that…” A powerful voice boomed from the misshapen face in front of her, “Your hand already quivers at the thoughts of what I can do to you. You cower at the terror of what childhood fears, dark secrets and greatest loss I can uncover and inflict upon you.”
True enough, Laura looked down at her hand and clenched it to prevent it shaking further.
“I’m gong to have fun with you Slayer!” the voice of Sandman boomed again as the creature faded away, taking the desert that had been surrounding Laura with it. Leaving nothingness…pure, limitless darkness.
Despite her recently acquired slayer strength bringing with it the primal need to kick ass, she was rooted to the spot. She had always had a slight fear of darkness and now she was standing in the thick of it. It loomed all around her, clutching at her, suffocating her…the darkness twisted and somehow gained form, knocking the Slayer to the ground…
Laura opened her eyes, and the darkness had gone, as had the desert. She was back in L.A., in a rain soaked alleyway. A voice started speaking in her head.
“This is my world, slayer. You are only what I see you fit to be... a scared little girl....”
Laura looked around her. Suddenly girls her age all walked into alley. She saw Faith leading them.
“Oh my god...” Laura whispered.
She was in the alley behind the Hyperion, where she first met Angel and Spike. Where the Senior Partners' army tried to tear them apart. She had nightmares about this day for months afterwards, and she still hated walking there now.
“Get ready girls!” Faith yelled. “Now!”
The slayers charged into the rear of the demonic horde, weapons flashing in the moonlight. Laura went to join her fellow slayers, but her feet were rooted to the ground. She began to tremble, as a bead of sweat trickled down her face. She stared transfixed at the demons charging into the slayer team, and a chill ran up her spine.
“You feel that don't you?” a voice said next to her ear. She turned but no one was there.
“You feel that chill? The trembling of your bones? Thats every doubt, every worry, every fear you have had about this moment hitting you at once, slayer.”
Faith turned and looked at Laura from across the alleyway.
“Laura! For the love of God help!” The older warrior yelled.
Laura turned just in time to see a demon tear it's claws across Faith's throat. The slayer dropped to the ground in a pool of her blood.
“Faith! NO!”” Laura screamed, her anger overcoming her fears. She dashed towards the demon, and struck out with a powerful roundhouse kick.
As her foot made contact with the demon, pain shot up her leg, and she fell to the floor. The demon stood over her, unaffected by her kick. She lashed out again at the demon, this time driving her foot into its stomach. Nothing. Laura began to panic and crawled backwards, away from the demon, but it kept getting closer, until it held her against the wall by her throat. She could feel the monster's hot, reeking breath against her face and it moved closer for the kill.
“See? I told you in this world, you are nothing but a little girl....”
The demon's mouth opened wider and wider, moving to bite deep into her throat.....
With a start Laura jerked up…
“Are you okay?” Oz’s voice came sleepily from beside her.
Breathing heavily Laura looked around her. She was back in the Hyperion, in her room, in her bed, with Oz lying next to her.
“Laura what’s wrong?”
“Uh…nothing…I think…it must have been a bad dream…”
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