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Nightmare on Elm Street part 10,11 & Epilogue

Final 3 chapters. I hope you enjoy the end and thank you all for reading it =)
Complete story can be found on my LJ

Title: Nightmare on Elm Street 10/11 +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.
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.
Beta’d by: Dragonfly_64


Part Ten
Spike paced the waiting room, the doctors refused to let him go in with Xander as they wheeled him away on the gurney. He couldn’t believe he had almost lost Xander. It was stupid to believe that if they stuck together in their dreams they be safe. Maybe that was what Angelus wanted them to think. It would explain why he didn’t go after him and Xander the previous night. Spike led them all to Angelus.

“Spike!” Willow yelled as she ran down the hall. She all but jumped into his arms, it didn’t matter that she didn’t know him well, right now she needed that comfort. “Oz is gone,” She wept.

“I know, pet,” Spike wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry, he was a good bloke.” He let Willow cry on his shoulder.

Once she calmed down, she looked up at him, “How’s Xander? Is it bad?”

Spike nodded, “I’m pretty sure his eye is completely gone.”

“Oh god,” Her legs gave, if it hadn’t been for Spike’s embrace she would have fallen to her knees. “He’s going to kill us all.”

“Don’t say that. Don’t even bloody think it!” Spike hissed at her. “Da’ he was gone when we got there. He left a note saying he was looking into some information. On what I don’t know but maybe it was on Angelus.”

“Do you really think?” Willow asked.

Spike honestly wasn’t sure but right now he needed to believe that they all had hope, “I think he’ll find something.

A doctor wearing scrubs walked up to them, “I’m Doctor Calendar. Are you here with Alexander Harris?”

“Yes, how is he?” Spike asked his hand firmly attached to Willow’s.

“Are you family? Are his parents here?” She asked looking around for someone that resembled her patient.

“No, they didn’t… couldn’t be here. Please tell us, is he alright?” Willow asked.

Doctor Calendar sighed, she hated it when the parents couldn’t be bothered to come and make sure their children were alright. “We couldn’t save the eye. What happened to him? I’ve never seen anything like that; it was almost as if the eye was popped.”

Willow had to swallow down the bile from that image, “He was carrying a pen the tip was pointed upwards. Xander tripped and fell; somehow it got embedded in his eye.”

Spike could see that the doctor wasn’t buying the story not that he could blame her. If that had actually happened there would have been ink in the eyeball. “Please, can we see him?”

“Of course, he is still awake; he refused to be sedated though the procedure.” She explained as she led them down the hall to his room. “He is drugged up though to help with the pain.”

Xander had gauze taped around his left eye. As soon as they walked in his right eye teared up. “Spike…”

“Shhh now, luv,” Spike placed a kiss on Xander’s forehead. “It’ll be alright.”

“Where’s Oz?” Xander asked looking at Willow. The look on her face said it all. “I’m so sorry, Willow.”

Tears streamed down Willow’s face, “Me too. He protected me.”

“I knew he would.” Xander replied.

“We need to stop that bastard!” When the doctor left Spike peeked his head out the door looking to see if anyone was around.

“What are you doing, Spike?” Xander asked having to turn his head to be able to see Spike.

“There’s a cart down there with some medications. One of them has to be a tranquilizer.” Spike explained

“Why?” Xander demanded to know, “We need to stay awake. We’ll be safe.”

Spike went over to Xander cupping his cheek. “We need to stop him, Xander.”

“We don’t know how to!” Xander argued. “All you’re going to do is get killed.”

“I have to try,” Spike answered.

Xander grabbed Spike’s hand, “You don’t even know what the fuck you are looking for. You could take the wrong thing.”

Willow looked between Spike and Xander finally decided to help Spike. Maybe Spike could defeat Angelus. While they argued Willow made a decision, she snuck out of the room to the cart picking up veracious bottles reading the labels. The doctors at the veterinarian were more than willing to teach her as much as they could. They weren’t use to having volunteers to eager to learn. “Here’s this is general anaesthetic,” She replied as she walked back into the hospital room where Xander and Spike continued to fight.

“Willow what the hell are you doing?” Xander yelled at her.

“Xander I know more about this than Spike does. We both know if I don’t do it, he’s just going to do it himself and most likely end up ODing.” Willow explained trying to be reasonable, as she injected the syringe into the bottle. She tried to be as accurate as she could; she figured Spike would need the same dosage as an Irish wolfhound. She just hoped she was right. “Plus if anything goes wrong the nurses station is just down the hall.”

Spike took a hold of Xander’s hand, “It’s going to be fine, luv.”

“How is you going on a suicide mission fine?” Xander demanded to know.

“I’ll be fine, Xan,” Was all Spike said before kissing Xander and turning to Willow. “Load it up.”

Willow looked between Spike and Xander again feeling like she should be anywhere but here. “Sit in the chair.”

Xander sighed and slumped down in defeat, “I swear to god, you better come back.”

“I’ll come back,” Spike said even though he knew his promise might be a lie.

Willow filled up the right dosage of the anaesthesia, “You ready?”

“As ready as I can be, pet,” Spike said and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. He winced at the pinch as the needle entered his skin. He closed his eyes and relaxed waiting for it to kick in.

“William,” Rupert called out, as he entered the room.

Spike’s eyes snapped open, “Da’ what are you doing here?”

“I heard the message on the answering machine. Are you alright?” Rupert asked worriedly.

“I’m fine, Xander isn’t,” Spike indicated towards Xander his eyes beginning to droop.

Rupert gasped at the sight of Xander, “Angelus?”

“You believe me?” Spike asked prying his left eye open.

“Of course I do, it sounds completely barmy but I know you wouldn’t lie. Not about something like this.” Rupert replied. “I think I found away to stop him.”

“You did?” Willow asked.

Rupert nodded, “When we set his cabin on fire he didn’t completely burn up. I’m thinking maybe if we burn the rest of his remains we may just get rid of him.”

“You couldn’t have come a few minutes earlier, da’?” Spike asked.

“What did you do?” Rupert insisted to know.

“I had to do something,” Spike said before his eyes fell shut and he began to snore softy.

Rupert grabbed Spike by the shoulders shaking him hard, “William, wake up!”

“It’s no use,” Willow said looking guilty. “He’s drugged.”

“Damn him,” Rupert cursed his son. “You stay here and keep trying to wake him up.”

Xander looked at the older man, “Where are you going?”

“When the town had him buried we all refused to let him be buried with loved ones or on holy ground. That beast didn’t deserve sanctuary. Since he had no family to object we decided to bury him in the woods.” Rupert’s voice wavered he had already lost too much he couldn’t lose William as well.
***
Spike looked around at his surroundings realising he was back in the house that belonged to Angelus. “Spike you are a stupid git, should have listened to Xander.”

“Come back for more, did you?” Angelus asked startling Spike.

Spike turned around and glared at the other man, “Came back for revenge.”

Angelus just laughed, “Revenge? And how do you plan that, boy? Nothing can kill me, I’m already dead.”

“Honestly? I have no fucking clue, but that’s not going to stop me from trying, mate.” Spike picked up a lamp from the table and threw it at Angelus.

The lamp shattered as it hit his body. Pieces of porcelain embedded in his face and neck. He pulled out a large piece from his neck and blood spurted out, “Really?” Angelus laughed. “That the best you got?”

“Fuck, I hope not,” Spike muttered to himself and looked around the room for another potential weapon. When finding none he decided to make a run for it hoping to find a room with something he could use to defend himself with.

“Aren’t you sick of this game yet?” Angelus yelled as he decided to let his lamb have a running start.

Spike darted up the stairs, only to skid to a stop when a little girl appeared about five feet in front of him. “Bloody hell; don’t go singing that obnoxious song!” Spike glared at the girl who just stood staring at him. “Right, don’t have time for this.” He slowly walked by her keeping an eye on her in case she made any kind of move on him. When he got to the end of the hall, he opened the door sliding in before shutting it quietly.

When he looked around he noticed his mistake right away. It was full of torture devices. “Fuck me.”

“Ah, you found my play room,” Angelus said from behind Spike. He picked up a large knife, “Your brother loved this one.” He looked up at Spike, “It kept him screaming for hours.”

“You bastard,” Spike charged at Angelus. He threw a punch but Angelus caught his fist and bent Spike’s arm behind his back.

Angelus chuckled in Spike’s ear, “It’s been forever since I’ve just played with one of my children.” He dragged Spike over to a mental chair that sat in the middle of the room. Quicker then Spike could blink, he was strapped to the chair. “Let the fun begin.”

Part Eleven
“Xander,” Willow stood from her chair and stared at Spike’s body as blood began to seep through his blue shirt.

“Wake him up!” Xander yelled as he threw the covers off of his body and climbed of the bed ignoring the fact that the I.V needle was ripped from his arm. He gripped Spike’s shoulders and shook hard watching Spike’s head bob up and down. “Come on, Spike.”

Doctor Calendar rushed into the room when she heard the teens yelling, “What’s going on?” She demanded to know. Before either one could say anything she spotted the blood coming from Spike. She grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off Spike’s shirt before applying pressure to the wound on his left side. “What happened?”

“I-I don’t know,” Willow stuttered out. She looked at Xander her eyes wide with worry.

Xander held onto Spike’s hand giving it a squeeze. “Come on, Spike, you can beat him,” Xander whispered in his ear.
***
Rupert sped down the streets of Sunnydale; the woods were about twenty miles away. It was already dark and no other cars were in sight letting him drive faster. All the memories of Wesley coming back to him, his first steps and first words even the first time he ran up to Rupert and jumped into his arms telling him he loved him. For so long he had been able to push them all away, keeping the hurt at bay but now he couldn’t and he felt like he did all those years ago.

He sniffed and ignored the tears that streamed down his face. Now wasn’t the time for this, he needed to save William. When he saw the trees just up ahead he pressed his foot down harder on the gas pedal the car jerking as he sped up. “I’m coming, William, I’m not going to let you down, not like Wesley.”
***
Spike threw his head back as Angelus twisted the knife into his thigh. “I really have missed this,” Angelus commented. “I’ve been so busy getting my revenge that I haven’t truly stopped to smell the roses, you know?”

“Revenge?” Spike asked through gritted teeth, “The only people that deserve revenge are the parents of the kids you murdered. You should be burning in hell right now.”

“I think I’ve done enough burning for one life time,” Angelus replied. “That’s thanks to your daddy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah it is,” Spike screamed as the blade slid through his hand.

Angelus clicked his tongue “Isn’t this fun?”
***
Spike was put onto a gurney and rushed to a private room when more wounds started showing up. Every time they stopped the bleeding on one wound another one would instantly appear.

“You better start explaining this to me,” Doctor Calendar said looking up from William’s hand at Willow and Xander who stood at the door watching.

“You wouldn’t believe us,” Willow said meekly.

“Try me,” The doctor replied as she added yet another stitch.

Xander stood up straighter, “How about you just do your fucking job? He needs your full attention and if you’re not going to give it to him then find a doctor that will.”

Doctor Calendar’s eyes widened obviously caught of guard by the words directed at her. She didn’t reply as she did as Xander suggested and turned her focus completely on Spike.

“Xander,” Willow turned to look at her friend. When Xander turned to look down at her she continued. “None of those cuts are fatal.”

Xander turned back to William to confirm what Willow was saying. “He’s playing,” Xander said in a low voice. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, but it gives Mr. Giles time to get to where he needs to be.” Xander lost all his energy; sliding to the floor, his eye throbbing painfully.

“We should get you back to your room,” Willow suggested as she knelt beside him.

“He didn’t leave me.” His eye trained on Spike’s form. “I’m not going to leave him,”
***
“I remember your brother,” Angelus commented as he cut away a strip of skin from Spike’s arm, smiling when he received a scream from it. “I flayed his body, piece by piece.” Another strip was sliced off, “I have to say he was my favourite.”

Tears streamed down Spike’s face, the pain was unbearable but hearing about how his brother died was so much worse, “Why? Why did you kill him?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Angelus asked as he swung the knife blood spraying on the back wall. “It’s fun,” He explained. “I have to admit I was pretty pissed that night all those parents came after me, not that it wasn’t expected. I wasn’t really planning to die though.” He began carving into Spike’s chest nothing particular just lines every which way. “But I have to say this is better. I never thought I’d be invincible.”

“Are you sure about that mate?” Spike asked. He prayed that his dad hurried with his plan. Spike refused to believe that it hadn’t worked and now he was going to die.
Angelus looked at him suspiciously, “What do you know, boy?”

“Nothing,” Spike said simply.
***
Rupert found the spot where he had buried Angelus’ remains fourteen years ago. It wasn’t hard to find actually, he’d buried it beside a dead tree that still stood. He quickly went to work digging up the grave. The grave was shallow and Rupert was thankful that he didn’t decide to take his time while burying the bones.

A few minutes later the skeleton was revealed. Rupert had to shake himself of the memories of Wesley. He had a job to do and he couldn’t afford to be distracted. Pulling out a can of gasoline he began pouring it on the remains. When the can was empty and the bones were soaked thoroughly, he pulled out the box of matches. The wind just picked up making it difficult to keep the match lit. Suddenly everything went still as if something more powerful than Rupert could imagine was helping him. With one last swipe the match lit and the flame burned brightly in the night.

Without another thought he dropped it into the hole and watched as the Angelus’ corpse lit up. The flames rose making Rupert step back from the heat. “Burn in hell, you bastard.”
***
Angelus doubled over in pain, “What the hell?”

Spike sighed in relief at the break of the pain that was being inflicted. He watched as Angelus began scream in pain as his hands were engulfed in fire. Angelus looked up at Spike. “What did you do?” he demanded to know.

“Looks like someone found your weakness,” Spike ground out, he could hear his blood dripping on the concrete floor.

Angelus’ body combusted into flames and he turned to dust before Spike’s eyes.
***
Doctor Calendar froze as no more wounds appeared on Spike’s body. She wiped her brow and turned to Willow and Xander who refused to leave Spike. “Whatever was happening to him seems to be over. Do you want to tell me now what was going on?”

Xander looked down Spike’s unmoving body, “No, not really.” He looked back at Willow, “Why don’t you go home? You need some rest; you’ve been through a lot the last couple days.”

Willow nodded; she still needed to talk to Oz’s parents to see how they were doing with everything. Luckily the cops thought it was some sick psycho and that Willow was lucky that she wasn’t harmed. “You’ll be okay? Maybe you should go back to your room and rest yourself?” She could tell he was in a massive amount of pain.

“I don’t want to leave him,” Xander explained.

“We can have him moved into your room once we’ve cleaned him up,” Doctor Calendar offered. “But you need to lie down. I’ll give you something for the pain; it will be a rough couple months for you.”

Xander hadn’t really thought about how tough things would change for him. He brought a hand to his eye only to hiss in pain. He still hadn’t figured out what to tell his parents, though he doubted that they’d even notice. Xander didn’t even notice he was back in his bed until Willow pulled the covers over his body and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”

”Alright, Wills,” Xander sighed and closed his eye; before he knew it he was asleep.

Epilogue
“Spike?” Xander called as he walked up to him at the bronze.

Spike smiled, “Hello, luv.”

Xander grasped Spike kissing him, “Don’t you ever do that again!”

“So it is over then?” Spike asked in-between kisses.

“I think so, it feels different, doesn’t it?” Xander asked.

Spike nodded, “My da’ did it.”

“Are you alright?” Xander asked while looking over some of the injuries that were visible.

“I’m fine, Xan,” Spike reassured and kissed Xander again. His hand caressed the side of Xander’s face a bandage covering his damaged eye. “The bastard is really dead, pet.”

Xander smiled all the tension leaving his body. “So your dad just saved the world, what do we do now?”

Spike smirked and leered at Xander before pulling him into the janitor’s closet. “Now you show me what we actually do in your dreams,” and he closed the door behind them; the beat of the music still flowing through their bodies.

The End
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