“What is it that scares you so much about this little thing I wonder?” said Angelus. “It can’t be the cutting, the bleeding, because you don’t find swords so terrifying…”
He rushed Laura and knocked her to the floor, pushing the first needle into her skin, pumping its contents into her veins.
“Don’t worry, it won’t kill you. Its just stops all that annoying wriggling while we have a little chat…”
He lifted up her defenceless body and threw her onto the couch.
“Now, as I was saying.” He walked over to the tray, and picked up another syringe, filled with a bright orange substance. “What can it be that scares you so much?”
Laura wanted to tell him to go to hell, but the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth.
“Is it the invasiveness I wonder?” Angelus mused. “Don’t you like the thought of something long and hard being pushed into your body?”
Laura tried to spit in his face, but the slack muscles of her mouth just wouldn’t respond.
Angelus laughed. “Hit a nerve there did I? Something you should have told that puppy you roll around with?” He moved closer to her, waving the point of the needle in his hand past her face.
“Shall we see what this one does? We have so little time, and so much fun I can have!”
Laura drew on all her strength and opened her mouth.
“G…”
“Now that’s a show of strength. Wanna say something do you honey bun?”
“G- go...”
“Nearly there!” Angelus laughed at the paralyzed slayer.
“Go to hell, you son of a bitch.” Laura said, standing up.
“How the hell…?”
“Only my fears can control me here you bastard.” Laura said. “Time for the fight scene.”
“Well then missy,” snarled Angelus. “Lets’ see what you really got.”
Laura attacked Angelus with a ferocity she had never unleashed before, hurling a punch into his face before he could attack her, and following it up with a roundhouse kick to his stomach. The vampire stumbled back but quickly recovered, grabbing an axe and swinging it at Laura. She dodged the axe, but he followed it with a low kick that took her legs out from under her.
He’s too strong, too fast. I can’t last much longer.
The vampire swung the axe down at her prone form, attempting to cleave her in two. Laura rolled to the side narrowly avoiding the axe.
“Stay still… I’ve never taken a slayer out before, can’t have that peroxide king Spike holding that over me…”
“Five more minutes…”
Oz’ voice filled her with renewed vigor. From her position on the floor she kicked the axe from Angelus’ hands, and followed through with a sweep taking him to the floor. Throwing herself on top of him, she drew a stake from her pocket. Angelus laughed.
“You mind wriggling a bit while you’re on top…?”
“Just die…” Laura growled as she pushed the stake into the monster’s heart. As he crumbled to dust the world around her began to swirl and change. Suddenly she was back in the desert that started all this. In front of her a figure formed. It was humanoid, with dirty ragged clothes and a scarred body, as if it had been burned. Its hands were vicious metallic claws.
“Looks like I’ll have to finish you off myself, Slayer.” The Sandman snarled.
“Starting the spell, just a few more seconds…”
Hearing this, Laura threw herself at the demon, driving it to the floor and throwing punch after punch.
“You can’t defeat me here slayer.” said Sandman. “This is my world, my rules.”
“Wake up, Laura... WAKE UP!”
Laura smiled and looked down at the demon.
“Maybe not Freddy,” she said calmly, “But rules change. Time to stop living in a dreamworld...”
The world went white.
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