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Nightmare on Elm Street 6

Title: Nightmare on Elm Street 6/11 +Epilogue
Author: Forsaken2003
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.


Part Six
When Spike got to the hospital the doctor had just finished plastering Willow’s left arm. Buffy, Oz and Xander were already there. Willow’s parents were out of town on some business trip. “Are you alright, Willow?”

She didn’t answer until the doctor left, “I’ve been better. Goddess, he was so close to killing me.”

“Are we honestly back to this Angelus guy?” Buffy huffed; she still refused to believe it.

“How else do you explain this?” Oz asked, rubbing Willow’s shoulder.

“I don’t know,” Buffy replied. “She had a bad dream and slammed her arm into her nightstand.”

Xander shook his head, “Buffy, her arm is broken in two places! I know you don’t want to believe but you better start thinking outside the fucking box.” He walked over to Spike taking a hold of his hand, “Hey, are you alright?”

Spike shook his head, “I talked to my da’.”

”About what?” Willow asked.

“He apparently knew stuff that I didn’t think he could. He was the one that brought all the grieving parents together. He was the one that set the cabin on fire.” Spike said turning from the group.

Xander placed a hand on Spike’s shoulder, “Why him? I thought only the parents that lost their kids were involved. And you guys didn’t move here until last year.”

“Turns out I had a brother that I don’t remember,” Spike said quietly, his voice hoarse. “He would have been nineteen. Angelus killed him. After he killed Angelus my parents decided it would be best to move away. When mom died he wasn’t handling things well and it was suggested that he face his past.”

“Oh, my god,” Buffy gasped wrapping her arms around herself trying to find some comfort. She still wasn’t over the loss of Riley, still couldn’t believe that he was gone.

Xander wrapped his arms around Spike trying to give him some sort of comfort and support. “I’m sorry, Spike.”

“I don’t even know what to think,” Spike said honestly. “I can’t focus on that now. There has to be a way to stop this prick. What about your parents?”

“I talked to my parents and they claim to know nothing about this guy,” Xander said. “They were probably drunk at the time of all the murders.”

“And I can’t get a hold of my parents,” Willow replied and poked at the cast on her arm seeing if it was dry.

Spike sighed, he was tired. “We should get out of here.”

“I’ll drive Willow home.” Oz said helping her down from the examining table and draped his jacket over her shoulders. They all left the hospital contemplating the situation.
***
Spike dropped Xander off at his house after they left the hospital. With a quick kiss and a promise to talk the next day, Spike was off and back at his own house. He was grateful that his dad was already asleep, he didn’t think he could deal with the new information he learned.

He stripped down to his boxers before brushing his teeth quickly and climbed into bed. Spike knew it was stupid to go to sleep where he was defenceless but he was mentally exhausted. His eyes fluttered close he was asleep in minutes.

Spike was cleaning out the garage, his father had been hassling him to do it for weeks. He knew instantly he was dreaming, he wouldn’t give up a free Saturday to do cleaning. Looking around he didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. With a sigh of relief, sure it was a regular old boring dream he headed for the side door. He may have been dreaming but that didn’t mean he was going to actually do work in it!

“Let’s see if I can track down Xander,” Spike smiled at the thought of the other boy. He really did like him. With everything that had been going on the last few weeks he never had an actually chance to have a chat with Xander about what was going on between them.

Suddenly he was at the bronze, Xander making his way over to him. A smile graced Xander’s face as he grabbed Spike’s hips pulling him in close, “Hey, stranger.”

“Xander, I was just looking for you,” Spike wrapped his own arms around Xander.

“Looks like you found me,” Xander replied kissing Spike’s lips.

Spike pulled back and licked his lips, Xander tasted like chocolate. “I think this is a dream.”

“So what?” Xander asked with a shrug. “No killer around. It’s just you, me and a couple of other kids from school.”

“It’s eerie; it’s been so long since I haven’t seen Angelus.” Spike explained as he moved his hips to the beat. “Not that I’m complaining mind you.”

Xander smiled, “It’s been awhile since I’ve dreamed of you.”

“This is my dream, pet,” Spike corrected dream Xander. “And it’s been awhile for me as well.”

“This is my dream,” Xander argued. “We always start of at the Bronze and then we make our way into the janitor’s closet.” He answered with a leer.

Spike frowned, dream Xander made a point. He never dreamed of being at the Bronze with Xander. They were always in his room. And just like that the Bronze faded away and Spike and Xander were now in Spike’s bedroom.

Xander looked around dazed, “Woah.” He began wandering around the room. Xander spotted the CD player. “So what is it that we are listening too?” He asked and popped it open, “The Ramones, interesting.”

“Xander, don’t you find this at all weird? I mean we are both in this dream!” Spike asked running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“A little, yeah,” Xander turned his attention back to Spike. “But do we have to worry about it right now? This is the first time we’ve had time to ourselves. Can’t we just enjoy it?”

Spike thought about it, Xander was right. Why couldn’t they enjoy this? He stepped up to Xander placing a kiss on Xander’s neck, “You’re right, pet.”

“I knew it,” Xander grinned kissing Spike. He walked Spike backwards until he hit the bed toppling onto the mattress. Spike was then covered by Xander’s bigger body. He continued to kiss Spike as he ran his hands down his body. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you. Sitting beside you everyday in class, I had to stop myself from reaching my hand out and running my fingers through your hair.” Xander said as he ran his fingers through Spike’s hair. “When we finally kissed in my room, I was sure it was a dream.”

“Not a dream, luv,” Spike answered and pulled Xander back for a kiss. “Less talking now, yeah? Want to feel you,” Spike explained.

Xander pulled his shirt from his body, “I like the way you think.”

Spike was jerked awake by his alarm clock, slamming a fist down on the snooze button he fell back onto his pillow. “Bloody hell!” He looked down to see his shorts had a tent in them. “Bloody hell!” He cursed again in frustration.

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