Angelus crept through the halls of Sunnydale High, smelling his
pray. All was quiet, but he sensed her tense
breaths and nervous
shudders. A grin slowly spreading across his
face, he entered the
classroom she was hiding in. Angel felt her
presence behind the
desk, terrified. Jumping across the desk in
one bound he faces
her, smirking.
"My darling, my sweet fresh darling. Are you
scared? It’s more fun
when you’re scared. Any words, thoughts, ramblings?
You know
they will be your last. Come on, don’t you
have anything to say?"
Willow stared at him, petrified. "Please, don’t," she whispered.
Angel chuckled. "Come on, is that the best
you can do? Oh well,
too late." He pounced on her, his fangs buried
in her neck. She
opened her mouth to scream, but all that came
out was----BEEP
BEEP BEEP!
Willow woke startled, but relived that she
had been saved from
her dream killer yet again by her alarm clock.
Sighing, she got up
and forced her body to calm down. "Just a
dream, just a dream,"
she repeated the mantra to herself, trying
to convince her self that
what she was saying was true.
"Mr. Harris, may I see you for a moment?" Mr.
Sandings called to
Xander as the bell rang. Xander groaned. What
had he done
now? He stumbled to the teachers desk, dejection
evident on his
face. His teacher laughed gently.
"Xander, you’re not in trouble," he assured the boy.
"But Mr. Sanding, I didn’t—what?"
"You haven’t done anything Xander. Or at least
nothing I have
been notified of yet. I wanted to talk to
you about Willow’s
performance in class."
Confused, Xander asked, "But then, shouldn’t
you be talking to
Willow?"
"That’s the thing. You’re one of her good friends, right Xander?"
Xander shifted uncomfortably. "Actually, she’s
kinda not talking to
me. I really messed up with something and
she wigged out. With
good reason though."
"Uh huh," Mr. Sandings said. "Well, I hope
you can put aside your
riff for my concern. You see, during the last
month I’ve found
Willow at times fast asleep during my class."
"But what does that have to do with me?" Xander questioned.
"I’m not angry with Ms. Rosenberg," Mr. Sandings
went on, "but I
am rather concerned. She’s a model student
and this has never
happened before. And it’s not just once or
twice. It’s happened six
times in the last month. I’m worried something
is happening at
home or with family and she’s had trouble
sleeping."
"I don’t- I don’t know," Xander replied, obviously
surprised. "But
then again, we haven’t been talking to each
other. But Buffy would
have told me if something was really wrong."
"Well, I hope for her sake that you can find
out what’s wrong.
Whatever it is, it’s not good."