Pairing: S/X, W/O, B/R
Rating: NC17 (Graphic Violence, Character Deaths)
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: A killer is hunting the teens of Sunnydale High, killing them one by one in their dreams.
Warnings/Spoilers: A rip off from all the Freddy Movies, does not belong to me. Please don’t sue! Italics indicate dreaming. Also if you haven’t watched any of the movies be warned the ending is always lame, so be warned now.
Cordelia was fixing up her makeup that the artist had just finished doing. You really couldn’t get good help these days. She smacked her lips together before making sure she had no wrinkles in her outfit.
“Everyone is going to be so jealous of me,” She declared before going to the door of her dressing room to announce she was ready.
“Alright, Miss. Chase, we aren’t quite ready for you yet. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in your dressing room? There is a television in there, just make yourself at home.” The director told her ignoring the annoyed look on Cordelia’s face.
Sighing Cordelia went and sat on the uncomfortable couch and grabbed the remote control before turning it on. A frown crossed her pretty face when the channels were all scrambled. Huffing in annoyance she turned the set off and stomped over to the mirror to make sure she still looked perfect. “I bet Julia Roberts doesn’t have to put up with this!” She bitched to herself.
She was playing with her hair when her reflection changed to a horribly disfigured man, “So you want to be the next big thing, do you, Cordelia?” He asked his voice sounding hoarse.
Cordelia looked around trying to figure out if a joke was being played on her, “What?”
His right hand smashed through the mirror grabbing her hair to hold her steady. The top part of his body came through the mirror as his bottom half remained in the mirror. “You seem so worried about your looks, Cordelia. Why don’t I help you with that?” He grabbed a large piece of the broken mirror holding it close to her face. “You might not want to move… don’t want me to make a mistake.” He laughed as he sliced the jagged glass into her face; her screams amusing him further.
Cordelia’s body jerked on her bed, large gashes appeared on her pretty face. Her body finally stilled when her heart stopped.
The door opened when her mother came in, “Honey? Is everything alright? It sounded like you were having a nightmare.” The older woman asked before turning the light on. When the room lit up, her screams echoed throughout the house.
When Spike got to school the next day he instantly noticed the irregular emotions from the other students. When he spotted Xander and company he made his way to them. “What’s going on?”
Willow sniffed and buried her head into Oz’s shoulder. Her muffled sob could be heard.
“Cordelia… she’s dead,” Oz explained. “Her mother found her in her bed early this morning.”
“Bloody hell,” Spike swore. “What happened?”
Xander took a deep breath, he had never gotten along with Cordelia but he never would have wished her dead. “They are saying someone broke into her house and cut up her face. They were down to the bone! Who could do that?”
“Was there any evidence of someone breaking in?” Spike asked. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that no one broke into her home but that it was something else.
“That’s the weird thing. They can’t find any evidence that someone broke in. They are questioning whether one of her parents did it.” Buffy added, wiping tears away smearing her mascara.
Spike looked over at Xander and leaned in, “After school we should talk.”
Xander nodded, “Yeah sure, meet me by my locker?”
“Sure,” Spike agreed and walked away. How the hell was he going to convince Xander that he thought the man from his dreams killed Cordelia?
Due to the loss of Cordelia Chase, the school decided to shut down for the day and the teachers told all the students there would be a counsellor on hand for anyone that would like to speak to her.
Xander waited nervously by his locker, trying to figure out what it was that Spike wanted to talk to him about. He had no doubt that it had something to do with the death of Cordelia. Did he have a clue as to who was responsible? But if he did, why talk to him about it and not go to the police?
“Xander,” Spike jogged up to him. “Walk with me?”
“Yeah,” Xander followed Spike out of the school and to the football bleachers. “What’s going on, Spike?”
When Xander sat on the second row, Spike started to pace. “Do you remember the other day we were talking about having nightmares?”
Xander couldn’t help the shudder that ran through his body. He had had some horrible nightmares throughout the years but none like the recent ones. “What about them?”
“What have yours been about?” Spike asked he pulled out a cigarette lighting it up.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Xander honestly had no idea what Spike was going on about.
“Please, Xan, just tell me.” Spike begged.
Xander had never heard Spike like this before, so scared. “They are usually about this guy. It looks like he was burnt in a fire or something. He has these…”
“Razors for fingers? Sometimes you hear children singing or you’re maybe in a boiler room?” Spike interrupted.
“H-how did you know?” Xander’s eyes were wide with fear. “I never told anyone my dreams.”
Spike sat himself beside Xander, “I’ve been dreaming of him the last two weeks. I’ve always gotten away from him, but three nights ago,” Spike stopped and unbuttoned his shirt exposing four healing cuts on his chest, “He got me, he would have killed me if my da’ hadn’t have woken me.”
Xander’s hand came out fingers tracing the marks, “Oh my god.” He looked up into Spike’s eyes. “He’s real?” Spike nodded, “You think he is the one that killed Cordelia?” Another nod, “You know how crazy that sounds?”
“Beyond crazy,” Spike admitted. “But I think it’s true.”
“I think you might be right,” Xander acquiesced. “What are we suppose to do?”
“Honestly? I have no sodding idea.” Spike answered. He didn’t have any real answers but Xander believing him gave him some relief.