When Dreams Become Nightmares

By Ali

TITLE: When Dreams become Nightmares-1/?
AUTHOR: Ali ([email protected])
RATING: Not sure...? no language or shagging...yet!
DISCLAIMER: All of the characters belong to Joss Whedon.
SUMMARY: Willow is plagued by nightmares, set 2 years after my fic, The
Crush, Willow and Spike are living together.
FEEDBACK: :::whining::: the girl with strep needs something to look forward
to!!! Please...be easy on me.

Willow awoke with a scream. She was wrapped up in the sheets and was covered
in a cold sweat.

"Willow? Are you okay?" Spike had awoken to her scream.

"It-it was just a nightmare," she said, shaking.

"Pet, you look more pale than usual, care to let me in on the worrying?" he
asked, brushing a coppery strand of clammy hair out of her eyes.

"Can we talk about this later?" Willow asked.

"Sure, pet, c'mere," Spike motioned for her to cuddle close to him.

She did so and felt more secure knowing that Spike was there.

She fell asleep again, only to have the nightmare repeat.

***Willow's Dream***

She was being chased down a long corridor of doors, and at each door she
would stop to try the door, all of them locked. Then she found one unlocked.

As she opened the door she saw a figure.

It was Spike, and his body was covered in deep knife wounds, the most severe
being the one on his stomach. The floor by his side was covered in blood,
unless Willow gave him all her blood, he would die.

"Spike!" she ran over to him.

"Willow," he murmured, then he went limp.

"Hello, luv," a feminine voice said from the doorway.

Willow backed away from the voice.

As the body of the voice came out of the shadows, she screamed out
"Spike!!!!!!!!!", it was....

***End of Dream***

"Willow! Willow! Wake up!" Spike shook Willow, trying to wake her.

"Spike?" she cried out, embracing him.

"Yes, luv, I'm here," he soothed.

Willow sobbed, remembering how Spike had looked.

"Y-you, you were going to die!" she sobbed into his chest.

"What? How?" Spike asked, looking down at the shivering girl in his arms who
so often had radiated strength. He had never seen her so scared.

*****
 

*How can a nightmare scare her so much?? She's always been strong, and this
nightmare is tearing her apart!* Spike thought, absently noticing Willow's
body tense, then try to scoot further into his arms.

***

"Willow??" Spike woke to find Willow missing. And with the nighmares that had
been bothering her for the last two weeks it scared him not to find her
curled up into him.

"Spike? What's wrong?" Willow asked through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Willow!" Spike jumped up and ran over to her, then picked her up and twirled
her. Unfortunately, she was brushing her teeth, so speckles of toothpaste
went flying.

"Spike, put me down!!!" Willow struggled in Spike's embrace.

*What has gotten into him???* Willow thought.
 

*/*\*

The next morning Spike had woken up hungry and got up quietly to get a bag of
blood.

*I'm turning into Peaches!* he growled as he walked into the room they both
shared.

A smile graced his handsome face at the sight of Willow curled up with the
stuffed care bear he had given her held in a death grip by her side. His
smile turned into a smirk as he heard her whimper and she started to writhe
on the bed. Real life was better than a dream.

***

Willow awoke to the pleasurable sensation of Spike's tongue delving between
her hidden lips. His experienced tongue ran along her lips then his hand
decided it wanted in on the fun. He slid one finger in and out, adding
another digit each thrust.

Willow opened one eye and moaned as Spike's tongue flicked her clit, then
replaced his fingers with his tongue.

Spike chuckled at Willow's reaction.

"Sp-iiii-ke! Do you have to--uhhhhh--wake me up like this ever-ahhhhh-y
morning?" Willow finished with a scream as Spike sucked hard on her clit.
Spike lapped up the nectar that sprung forth greedily, then stood up.

Willow smiled as she got up. No matter how much she wanted to collapse.

"Spike," she called in a sing-song voice.

"Oh, no!" Spike backed up in mock fright.

"You've had your fun with me, don't I get to have my fun with you?" she
purred, curling her hair about her fingers.

"Hmm...let me think...okay!" Spike smirked.

"Come here, then," Willow demanded, and when Spike complied she dropped to
her knees in front of him.

Willow unzipped his black jeans and yanked them down, leaving her eye to eye
with his pale cock.

Willow took the tip in her mouth and rubbed her tongue on the sensitive tip,
making Spike moan and buck his hips. Willow slid her mouth as far down his
length as possible then slid slowly up, sucking hard on his shaft.

"Willow," Spike moaned, entangling his hands in her auburn locks.

Willow kept up with her slow teasing, massaging Spike's sac with her fingers.
She slid him all the way out and then engulfed him so deeply that her nose
touched his curls.

Spike felt his climax approaching--and fast. Willow noticed this and sucked
harder and faster, milking Spike of his dead seed.

"Mmm...now that we've had breakfast what should we do?" Willow grinned
seductively.

"How 'bout lunch, pet?" Spike grabbed Willow around the waist and nuzzled her
neck.
******

****
part3
****

***willow's dreams***

A girl stood alone on a hill, her face hidden by her dark locks.

The wind whispered of things untold.

The girl turned around.

"You stole my life, now I'll have yours!!!"

****

"Willow?" Spike shook Willow.

"No Dru! He's MINE NOW! He loves me!" Willow thrashed wildly, only waking
when Spike slapped her lightly.

"What about Druscilla?" Spike asked.

"The...the nightmare...but, it, i thought it was real!" Willow put her head
in her hands.

"Willow, what happened to your arms?" Spike asked, concerned.

"My a...OH MY GOD!" Willow ran to the bathroom and pulled off her tanktop.

"Willow," Spike's tone was frantic, "Who did this?"

Willow's arms and chest were covered in bruises and scratches.

"It was only a nightmare though!" Willow screamed.

****

"Giles, Willow woke up today and there were scratches and bruises all over
her arms and chest, and there were none last night!!!" Spike paced angrily,
repeating once again, what had happened.

"Well, um...Spike...are you a rough sleeper?" Xander asked.

"OF COURSE NOT!!" Spike spat out.

"I have an idea about this, but I am not sure." Amy--recently having been
reverted to human form--said hesitantly.

"What? You know something?" Spike stepped towards Amy.

"Well, I'm not sure, but I've heard myths, but very powerful witches can
perform spells that would allow them to enter a persons dream through the
astral..."

"That's not hard, what do you mean Amy?" Spike had learned much in his time
working with the Scooby Gang.

"Well, once in the dreamscape, the witch can perform a ritual...i don't know
the details, but what happens in the dream manifests in life." Amy replied,
typing in a search.

"I'll look for more info...it's called Keisnaw. It originated in India and is
a very sacred way of conveying messages, known by few...usually passed on by
their version of gypsies to those who have the Sight..."

"OH SHIT! ME AND DRU WENT TO INDIA AS SOON AS I GOT HER BACK!!" Spike ran out
the doors.

****

Over the next few weeks more scratches appeared on Willow, and she began to
lose her hold on reality.

****

"Amy, have you found anything new?" Giles walked out of his office and
cleaned his glasses.

"Not yet, but I have found a little bit of the counter ritual...but Willow
wouldn't be able to perform it, I would, umm...it needs to be on a Blue
Moon," Amy looked at Giles.

"June 29 is a blue moon, but that's two months away..." Giles walked up into
the stacks, mumbling about conversions.

"I can enter the dreamscape and teach Willow how to erect mind sheilds in the
astral, and teach her to create mind tools. Depending on how well Druscilla
knows her stuff, we might be able to keep her at bay." Amy walked into Giles'
office and brought out her bag. "I'm going to try to enter Willow's mind,
maybe I can teach her some...tricks..."
******

PART 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

"Miss Edith, the little tree is recieving vitamins! What ever shall we do??"
Druscilla finished ruffling Miss Edith's dress.

*****

"Willow, do you want to do this?? It could backfire, you know." Giles asked,
knowing well what the answer was, but asking nonetheless.

"Of course!  You think I want to live my life in fear that Dru _will_ kill me
in my sleep?!" Willow snapped.

"Pet, calm down...He was just asking!" Spike began to gently massage Willow's
shoulder.

"I know...but I can't help it! I'm sorry, Giles," Willow said softly.

"Okay...Well, maybe we should begin..." Amy said, understanding her best
friend's pain.

Amy sat in the normal meditation position and prepared for a long time.

*****
3 hours later
*****

"Um...I think it worked, but how do I know how to use the mind tools...or
even what they are?" Willow said massaging her foot, which had fallen asleep.

"Well, for starters, the key component is being able to enter Dru's mind."
Amy said slowly.

"How do I do that?"

"Well, um...that's the catch. You have to find the door that fits the key.
There are many doors, each leading to other places, but one door will lead to
Dru's subconsious mind. Once there you can do what you want, either messing
with things, or speaking with the subconsious."

"Sounds easy..." Willow said.

"One warning...DO NOT KILL HER! There is a blue-ish purple cord around the
'power central' of the subconsious...if you cut it, it will kill her, but it
will take you with her. All that will be left is your shell. Your mind will
die with her."

A deafening silence filled the room.

******
Part 5

Spike and Willow were walking near Weatherly Park one night when Spike
stopped suddenly and motioned for Willow to be quiet.

"What is it, Spike?" Willow whispered, looking in vain around their area.

"_Slayer_," he hissed.

"Buffy?"

"No,"

"Oh, well, maybe...um...who could it be?"

A new voice entered their conversation, this one smooth and confident, "In
the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's....SUPERFAITH!!"

"Faith?!" Willow asked in disbelief.

"You betcha, Red."

***End 5***