Title: Nightmare on Elm Street
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
"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.
"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.