Title: Nightmare on Elm Street

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


Spike twitched in his sleep. For the past two weeks every time he slept, he would have the most horrible dreams. There was a man with a horrible disfigured face Spike figured from a fire. On his right hand, he had four sharp razors for fingers. Every night Spike would run from the man in his dreams, absolutely terrified of him even though he knew it was only a dream.

In every dream Spike had he could hear children singing. The song was embedded forever into his brain. 'One, two Kruger's coming for you. Three, four better close your door. Five, six grab your crucifix. Seven, eight better stay up late. Nine, ten never sleep again.'

Spike was running through the familiar boiler room wincing as he heard the razors scrap against some metal surface. He turned left and the next thing he knew he was in a run down house.

Starting with the kitchen he went through the drawers trying to find anything interesting. Finding just dusty utensils he moved on to the fridge. Expecting to find rotten food he grabbed a hold of the door and yanked it open. Spike jumped back as a hand swiped out, razors clawed at Spike ripping his chest open. A cry came from Spike as he stumbled back and looked down to see blood dripping from the wound, luckily it wasn't fatal.

"Welcome to my home," The killer greeted with a sneer as he climbed out of the fridge with ease, "You have to be sick of this cat and mouse game? We've been playing for weeks!" He complained as he licked the blood from his blades, "How about you give up? Give me your soul?"

"Fuck you!" Spike cursed at him. Obviously he pissed off the other man enough to make him launch himself at Spike.

Before the blades could penetrate, Spike was jarred awake by his father shaking him roughly. "You're alarm has been going off for nearly ten minutes William," His father looked concerned. "You've never been such a solid sleeper before."

Spike's hand went to his chest finding the cuts he had gotten in his dreams, "Bad dreams."

"I'd say," Mr. Giles dragged his son to the bathroom to take care of the scratches. "You have to be more careful, William."

"Don't I know it," Spike whispered. He knew he didn't have much time left. Whoever was after him in his dreams was losing patience it was only a matter of time before he really did kill Spike.

Part One

Xander was hanging out in the hallway of Sunnydale High with his friends; Willow, Buffy, Oz and Riley. Another boring Monday, the only good thing about it was science class because he was partnered with the hottest guy in school, William 'Spike' Giles. Everyone had a crush on the guy even though no one really knew much about him.

Spike seemed to be a loner and liked it just fine. He wasn't a jock, a nerd or a bully and he wasn't in band. He was just there, but Spike was seemed like a nice guy he'd small talk with Xander and would even acknowledge him in the hall.

Xander noticed the dark circles under Buffy's eyes, "What's up, Buff? Stay up all night watching some girly movie?"

"No," Buffy replied with a yawn. "I've been having some bad dreams the last couple nights. I can't seem to shake them."

"Me too," Willow spoke up. "They've been really freaky."

Oz wrapped an arm around her shoulders giving her a little squeeze but nodded his head in agreement.

"Not just me then?" Xander asked. He couldn't help but be relieved, even though the fact that they were all having nightmares every night caused some concern.

"I haven't had any," Riley replied before kissing Buffy's neck making her giggle.

"Don't look now but Spike is coming this way," Willow informed Xander with a sly smile.

Buffy grinned and poked Xander in the side, "It's your boyfriend!"

"Shut up," Xander hissed. "He isn't my boyfriend," he pouted. When Spike was close enough Xander plastered on a smile, "Morning, Spike!"

"Bugger off," Spike growled as he stormed past the group of friends. He didn't notice the hurt look on Xander's face and if he had he probably wouldn't have cared too much at the moment. There were bigger things to worry about than hurt feelings.

Buffy glared at Spike's departing back, "Wow, rude much!"

"Well, can you blame him?" Cordelia Chase came up to them flipping her hair. "Xander is a loser, while Spike is the most popular guy in school! Of course he wouldn't want to be seen with him."

"Oh and I guess he'd want to be seen with you?" Buffy placed his hands on her hips.

Cordelia shrugged, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind having the girl that is going to be in a commercial for the new salon that is opening up next month on his arm."

"Right, I'm sure he wants to be seen with a superficial bitch," Buffy replied her eyes narrowed.

"I'm superficial? I'm not the only one on a low carb diet. Which by the way, so isn't working for you," Without another word Cordelia stormed off.

Willow shook her head, "I heard her dad had to pay the owner of the place to get them to use her."

"Maybe she won't be that bad?" Oz offered always trying to see the good in people.

"I highly doubt that," Xander replied just before the bell rang. "Got to jet, time for science!" And he dashed down the hall.

Spike was already in his seat when Xander walked into the room. Taking a deep breath he made his way over to the table he shared with Spike placing his books on it before sitting down. He refused to look at Spike not wanting to be caught and yelled at again.

Blue eyes looked over at Xander and saw his dejected demeanour and Spike couldn't help but feel bad. He actually really liked Xander and he was happy that he had him as his partner. Sighing Spike turned to face Xander who was pretending to read some of the notes he taken the previous Friday.

"Look. Xander," Spike leaned in close. "Sorry about earlier. I haven't been having the best night's sleeps."

Xander's head snapped up looking at Spike with huge hazel eyes, "You've been having nightmares, too?"

"What do you mean too?" Spike demanded he wasn't the only one dreaming of this man?

"Me, Buffy, Willow, and Oz have all been having nightmares the last couple nights." Xander explained and worried his lip. "We didn't really get into it."

Spike nodded and turned his attention to the front of the room when Mr. Lambert walked in. Throughout the class Spike didn't hear a single thing the teacher said, his focus completely on the man from his dreams. He'd have to talk to Xander about what his nightmares were about.

Part Two

Cordelia was fixing up her makeup that the artist had just finished doing. You really couldn't get good help these days. She smacked her lips together before making sure she had no wrinkles in her outfit.

"Everyone is going to be so jealous of me," She declared before going to the door of her dressing room to announce she was ready.

"Alright, Miss. Chase, we aren't quite ready for you yet. Why don't you make yourself comfortable in your dressing room? There is a television in there, just make yourself at home." The director told her ignoring the annoyed look on Cordelia's face.

Sighing Cordelia went and sat on the uncomfortable couch and grabbed the remote control before turning it on. A frown crossed her pretty face when the channels were all scrambled. Huffing in annoyance she turned the set off and stomped over to the mirror to make sure she still looked perfect. "I bet Julia Roberts doesn't have to put up with this!" She bitched to herself.

She was playing with her hair when her reflection changed to a horribly disfigured man, "So you want to be the next big thing, do you, Cordelia?" He asked his voice sounding hoarse.

Cordelia looked around trying to figure out if a joke was being played on her, "What?"

His right hand smashed through the mirror grabbing her hair to hold her steady. The top part of his body came through the mirror as his bottom half remained in the mirror. "You seem so worried about your looks, Cordelia. Why don't I help you with that?" He grabbed a large piece of the broken mirror holding it close to her face. "You might not want to move… don't want me to make a mistake." He laughed as he sliced the jagged glass into her face; her screams amusing him further.

Cordelia's body jerked on her bed, large gashes appeared on her pretty face. Her body finally stilled when her heart stopped.

The door opened when her mother came in, "Honey? Is everything alright? It sounded like you were having a nightmare." The older woman asked before turning the light on. When the room lit up, her screams echoed throughout the house.

When Spike got to school the next day he instantly noticed the irregular emotions from the other students. When he spotted Xander and company he made his way to them. "What's going on?"

Willow sniffed and buried her head into Oz's shoulder. Her muffled sob could be heard.

"Cordelia… she's dead," Oz explained. "Her mother found her in her bed early this morning."

"Bloody hell," Spike swore. "What happened?"

Xander took a deep breath, he had never gotten along with Cordelia but he never would have wished her dead. "They are saying someone broke into her house and cut up her face. They were down to the bone! Who could do that?"

"Was there any evidence of someone breaking in?" Spike asked. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that no one broke into her home but that it was something else.

"That's the weird thing. They can't find any evidence that someone broke in. They are questioning whether one of her parents did it." Buffy added, wiping tears away smearing her mascara.

Spike looked over at Xander and leaned in, "After school we should talk."

Xander nodded, "Yeah sure, meet me by my locker?"

"Sure," Spike agreed and walked away. How the hell was he going to convince Xander that he thought the man from his dreams killed Cordelia?

Due to the loss of Cordelia Chase, the school decided to shut down for the day and the teachers told all the students there would be a counsellor on hand for anyone that would like to speak to her.

Xander waited nervously by his locker, trying to figure out what it was that Spike wanted to talk to him about. He had no doubt that it had something to do with the death of Cordelia. Did he have a clue as to who was responsible? But if he did, why talk to him about it and not go to the police?

"Xander," Spike jogged up to him. "Walk with me?"

"Yeah," Xander followed Spike out of the school and to the football bleachers. "What's going on, Spike?"

When Xander sat on the second row, Spike started to pace. "Do you remember the other day we were talking about having nightmares?"

Xander couldn't help the shudder that ran through his body. He had had some horrible nightmares throughout the years but none like the recent ones. "What about them?"

"What have yours been about?" Spike asked he pulled out a cigarette lighting it up.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Xander honestly had no idea what Spike was going on about.

"Please, Xan, just tell me." Spike begged.

Xander had never heard Spike like this before, so scared. "They are usually about this guy. It looks like he was burnt in a fire or something. He has these…"

"Razors for fingers? Sometimes you hear children singing or you're maybe in a boiler room?" Spike interrupted.

"H-how did you know?" Xander's eyes were wide with fear. "I never told anyone my dreams."

Spike sat himself beside Xander, "I've been dreaming of him the last two weeks. I've always gotten away from him, but three nights ago," Spike stopped and unbuttoned his shirt exposing four healing cuts on his chest, "He got me, he would have killed me if my da' hadn't have woken me."

Xander's hand came out fingers tracing the marks, "Oh my god." He looked up into Spike's eyes. "He's real?" Spike nodded, "You think he is the one that killed Cordelia?" Another nod, "You know how crazy that sounds?"

"Beyond crazy," Spike admitted. "But I think it's true."

"I think you might be right," Xander acquiesced. "What are we suppose to do?"

"Honestly? I have no sodding idea." Spike answered. He didn't have any real answers but Xander believing him gave him some relief.