Fate || Part 2 : Connected

Chapter : 2
Rating: PG-13 (Possible R in the future)
Summary: After Faith gets out of jail, she goes to New York to make a fresh start away from everything; however, after some time goes by, some weird things start to happen, that make her go back to Sunnydale, and along with Buffy, she encounters a destiny bigger than them.

Summers' House || 02:53 a.m.

*Door Knock*

"Who is it?"

"Wills? Can I come in?"

"Bu… Buffy? Are you ok?" A sleepy-looking girl opens the door of the bedroom.

"Something weird just happened to me, and I can't sleep anymore."

"Don't stay there, come inside"

I sit on the bed and sigh "I had the weirdest dream."

"Was it a nightmare?"

"I don't know, but it was creepy"

"Why?"

"I died"

"You died?"

"Yeah, I was stabbed, and it felt like I had really died. I mean, I felt the pain and everything."

"Who stabbed you?"

"That's the weirdest part. Faith did."

"Our Faith? As in that crazy psychopath we used to hang out with?"

"Yeah, she was crying though. I could tell she regretted it at the very end. Do you think it is some kind of premonition or anything like that?"

"No, I think you're being somewhat paranoid, Buffy; besides, she is in jail, isn't she?"

"I don't know, I hope so"

"Don't let it get to you, it was just a dream"

"Yeah, you're right. It's just that it's pretty weird to dream about her, and even weirder to dream about her killing me, being that something she really wants to do."

"Yeah, I'm sure it is weird, but this doesn't look like a premonition."

"I'm a let you rest now. I'm getting sleepy myself already, too"

"See you in a couple of hours, then"

"Ok, sorry for having bugged you with this non-sense"

"Don't worry sweetie" The redhead kisses softly her friend's forehead. "You know I'm here, never hesitate to come and tell me things"

"Thanks Wills"

"Aight"

*Door Closes*

I go back to my room, close the door behind me, and lean against it. Maybe Willow is right and I'm being paranoid about this, but what if she's not right and she told me that because she just wanted me to go to sleep. But… she wouldn't do that to me, would she? I mean how many times we've stayed up all night trying to figure out something that she needed, or trying to help her. I don't think she would tell me the first thing she comes up with so I just go back to sleep and don't bug her anymore.

Still, that dream was pretty creepy; I mean I've died before but never like that. I felt my blood coming out through the wounds. I wanted to ask her why, but not even with all my slayer strength I could gather myself together and talk. I let myself die. I didn't want to be alive anymore. And… where was that place? I've never been there. It look ancient, it didn't look like somewhere around the corner. It was weird.

I start fidgeting around the room, trying to shake the feeling off, but I can't. So finally, I decide to do something I promised myself I wasn't going to unless it was something beyond me. And even though this is not totally beyond me, there's something I just have to know.

I pick up the phone and hear the line tone for a while without dialing any number. Eventually there's no more line tone, and I have to hang up.

I pick it up again, but this time I dial the number. It is ringing…

<Hello?>

"______"

<Hello?>

"Hi, may I please speak to Angel?"

<Who is this?>

"I'm Buffy, a friend. Just tell him my name; he'll know it's me"

<Yeah, it's not a very common name. Wait a minute ok?>

"Thanks uh… what's your name?"

<I'm Fred>

"Thanks Fred" Dare you talking about uncommon names.

A while goes by, and it seems that no one is picking up the phone. I'm about to hang up, when I hear some noise around again.

<Buffy?>

It's him. "I'm sorry I have to bother you…

<It's ok Buffy… I'm usually alive at this time of the day. If alive is an expression that can be applied to me in any way> He jokes a little.

"I just have a question"

<Ask away…>

"You remember about Faith?"

He laughs <Not very easy to forget about her>

"She's in jail, isn't she?"

<You call me at three in the morning, when you're supposed to be sleeping; just to ask me if your former enemy is still in jail? What happened to you Buffy? Are you alright?>

"Yes I am, Angel. Nothing's happened. I just need to know"

<As a matter fact, she's not in jail anymore. She got her parole about seven months ago, and I believe she's started a new life somewhere else>

"I see…"

<Can you tell me why are you asking me this?>

I don't want to worry him with that, so I make up something. "Uhm… I was watching TV and I saw a girl who looks like her passing by, you know how curious I am, couldn't help but asking you, sorry."

<It's ok I guess. How have you been doing?>

"I'm alright, what about you?"

<I'm alright myself too>

"I see… Hey, I won't make you waste anymore time; thanks for everything. Real pleasure talking to you again"

<Same here, take care.>

"You too, bye"

<Bye>

I put down the phone and sit on the edge of the bed. She's not in jail anymore. Is it possible that all of this is only a coincidence… I mean what are the chances of Faith killing me in some medieval alley? Right! It's only a dream silly, you have to stop taking things too seriously. Yeah, I shouldn't be doing this to me. I'm stressing myself with stupid things. I should better go back to sleep.

Summers' House || 09:47 a.m.

I go downstairs and find Willow sitting in front of her computer drinking coffee.

"Hi Buffy… slept well?"

"Yeah. So early, and already on the internet? Geeze… you can't help yourself, can you?"

"You want some coffee?"

"Yeah thanks."

She goes to the kitchen to make some coffee and I go to the computer to check my e-mail account.

The thing says that I've got mail. I open my inbox, and there's something weird on the screen. There's a new message, but it's been sent from my own address. It could be a virus, but something tells me I have to open it.

The header says that it was sent today at 02:53 a.m. It has nothing written on it, but it has an attachment. I click on it to download, and wait for it to open.

Willow comes back from the kitchen with my coffee, and tells me "Now who's on the internet so early?"

I can't answer, though. I'm too shocked by what I have in front of me, in the screen. The attachment was a picture, but not a regular picture. It's a picture of a knife, the very knife I was stabbed with in my dream.

TBC…