Call Waiting: Buffy

by: Eric Jablow

Rating: PG

~*~

Buffy walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen.

“Hey, Buff. Waffles?” Willow was loading the dishwasher with various pots, pans, and plates.

“Sure, Will. Dawn?” Will shook her head. “Gone, huh? Still with the not-talking thing.”

“Not a word. I can't get through to her. Guess that's the Sunnydale way, huh?”

“Yeah. I know I haven't been much with the conversation lately; it's all so weird. And now, I've had some pretty wacko dreams.”

“Dreams? What type? Winter Olympics?”

“No.”

“Sex dreams? Because I can really get into those.”

“No!”

“Slayer dreams? Should I round up the troops?”

“I don't think so. Just all sorts of people and things in my head. Demons, men with axes, lances shooting some sort of fire, a guy with a jewel where his eye should have been, dragons—”

“Ooh, real dragons? Carrying off young maidens?”

“Didn't see that. It was really confusing. I should be used to this sort of thing. But at the end, there was one voice in my head I couldn't shake.”

“What did it say?”

“‘Blood and souls! Blood and souls for My Lord Arioch!’”

*****

“Willow, stop! Why are you running away? Willow! Willow!”

*****

END

Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, David Greenwalt, Greenwolf Productions, Sand Dollar, and the Kuzuis. This fan-written fiction intends no infringement on any copyrights.