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Nightmares and dreamscapes
29/10/08 23:17[What scares you?]
The air is hot and heavy with the scent of decay and blood, forcing her to breathe through her mouth. Her hair sticks to the back of her neck and it isn’t until she goes to pull it away from her skin that she realizes her wrists are bound. She tugs at the shackles binding her without any effect and panic rises up inside her. It races along her skin and makes her stomach drop out from underneath her. There’s a scream trapped in her throat but she can’t force it past her lips, no matter how hard she tries. She catches movement out of the corner of her eye and then whole room sways, swinging like a lazy susan so that the show of the moment is always right in front of her.
This time it’s Danny, chained to the wall, head bashed in. She can see the blood pooling around his head on the floor and that trapped scream finally erupts out of her throat. Danny’s eyes snap open and he lunges up from the floor, chains going taunt with a clink. “Thought you were gonna save me, Summers. Counted on it and look where it got me.”
Before she can respond the lazy susan spins again, jerking to a stop so violent she thinks she’s going to throw up. Angel is there this time, his skin riddled with burns so bad she can see the muscles and charred bone underneath. He looks up at her and his face morphs, fangs elongating and forehead ridging. His burns heal and that cocky grin slides across his face. “Thanks for the out, Buff. I buried myself in you and lost my soul and Angel…he never even whimpered. He wanted it as much as I did. Now? I’m up there destroying what’s left of that little world you fought so hard to save.”
There’s a final spin and it stops, locking into place. Dawn is standing at the end of that tower, bleeding all over the place. She’s crying and Buffy is pulling hard, wrists abrading and dripping blood of their own. Her cries are pleading, voice hoarse and tone stretched thin, begging Buffy to save her. Somehow in the core of her being she knows this is what she’ll spend eternity doing; watching Dawn die.
***
It’s the screaming that wakes her up rather than the arms wrapped around her. She struggles for a moment, pushing the person holding her away. It’s only when she hears him hit the floor that she’s in bed and Danny was the one holding her.
“Oh God,” she pants, scrambling over to the edge of the bed. She holds a hand out, grabbing Danny’s and pulling him up. “I’m sorry. Bad, bad dream. Are you okay?”
“Yeah…I’m fine, Summers. You alright now?” he asks as he crawls back into bed, watching her carefully. She sighs and tucks herself close to Danny, curling up against him.
“Yeah…I’m alright now.” She knows she won’t go back to sleep but she wants to lay here and listen to his heart and try to forget what hell looks like.
The air is hot and heavy with the scent of decay and blood, forcing her to breathe through her mouth. Her hair sticks to the back of her neck and it isn’t until she goes to pull it away from her skin that she realizes her wrists are bound. She tugs at the shackles binding her without any effect and panic rises up inside her. It races along her skin and makes her stomach drop out from underneath her. There’s a scream trapped in her throat but she can’t force it past her lips, no matter how hard she tries. She catches movement out of the corner of her eye and then whole room sways, swinging like a lazy susan so that the show of the moment is always right in front of her.
This time it’s Danny, chained to the wall, head bashed in. She can see the blood pooling around his head on the floor and that trapped scream finally erupts out of her throat. Danny’s eyes snap open and he lunges up from the floor, chains going taunt with a clink. “Thought you were gonna save me, Summers. Counted on it and look where it got me.”
Before she can respond the lazy susan spins again, jerking to a stop so violent she thinks she’s going to throw up. Angel is there this time, his skin riddled with burns so bad she can see the muscles and charred bone underneath. He looks up at her and his face morphs, fangs elongating and forehead ridging. His burns heal and that cocky grin slides across his face. “Thanks for the out, Buff. I buried myself in you and lost my soul and Angel…he never even whimpered. He wanted it as much as I did. Now? I’m up there destroying what’s left of that little world you fought so hard to save.”
There’s a final spin and it stops, locking into place. Dawn is standing at the end of that tower, bleeding all over the place. She’s crying and Buffy is pulling hard, wrists abrading and dripping blood of their own. Her cries are pleading, voice hoarse and tone stretched thin, begging Buffy to save her. Somehow in the core of her being she knows this is what she’ll spend eternity doing; watching Dawn die.
***
It’s the screaming that wakes her up rather than the arms wrapped around her. She struggles for a moment, pushing the person holding her away. It’s only when she hears him hit the floor that she’s in bed and Danny was the one holding her.
“Oh God,” she pants, scrambling over to the edge of the bed. She holds a hand out, grabbing Danny’s and pulling him up. “I’m sorry. Bad, bad dream. Are you okay?”
“Yeah…I’m fine, Summers. You alright now?” he asks as he crawls back into bed, watching her carefully. She sighs and tucks herself close to Danny, curling up against him.
“Yeah…I’m alright now.” She knows she won’t go back to sleep but she wants to lay here and listen to his heart and try to forget what hell looks like.
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