You Scream in your Sleep
TITLE: You Scream in Your Sleep
AUTHOR: Rich (Starbug42@aol.com)
RATING: PG-13 for bloody stuff.
FEEDBACK: More, more, MORE!
DISTRIBUTION: Ask first. It's only polite.
SUMMARY: Crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and A Nightmare on Elm Street. As cheesy as it may sound, I actually don't think it's...that bad.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything but the plot. Though I do have my own Freddy doll. It talks. Funny stuff.
For Karen. Cause she laughs at crap like this.
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"You Scream in Your Sleep"
Buffy and Willow walked out of the Sunnydale Cinema. They had just seen the latest teen-horror movie, "Freak off a Leash", which, Buffy was sure, was the dumbest movie she'd ever seen. The star, some blonde-big-breasted-bimbo, should have died ten minutes into the movie. The villain-monster thing was some kind of slug creature. But it was an intelligent slug creature, apparently.
Willow was more than a little freaked. "Um...Hey, Buffy? Would you mind staying up with me tonight?" Buffy raised an eyebrow. "I'm not scared or anything...just don't wanna sleep." Buffy wanted to laughed at how scared she looked. "Will, you're actually shaking." Willow was trying to force herself to be calm. "It's not that I'm...Well, okay, the stupid movie gave me the wig."
"Willow, we deal with that kind of crap all the time. Only we're actually good at it. I coulda slayed that thing in two seconds." Willow wrapped her arms around herself. "I know. It's just...slugs, you know? Eww. They're like, slimy and green and...just like frogs. Minus the ribbits which is even worse cause you don't know where they are."
Buffy put an arm around her shoulders. "It's okay, Will. I've got my own version of frog fear. Only my version involves farm animals." Willow stared, blankly. "I swear, on the field trip in third grade, that pig tripped me on purpose."
"So..." said Willow, reverting the subject back to her, "will you stay up with me?" Buffy hugged her friend closer. "Of course. No one's going to hurt my Willow." Willow still didn't look convinced. "Will, it was just a movie. All fake. It's not like any of *that* stuff could really happen. Not even on the Hellmouth.
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In a dorm room at night at Sunnydale University, a young boy by the of Brad couldn't sleep. Frustrated, he threw back his bedcovers and opened the trunk at the foot of his bed. He picked up the candles, lighter, sage and a spell book. Flipping to the right page, he looked over the spell to cure insomnia.
Lighting up the candles and burning the sage, he closed his eyes and began the chant. Soon he was fast asleep. He began to dream.
He was on a football field when someone hiked him the ball. He saw several football players rush toward him. He started to run down field. The goal post seemed to be farther and farther down the field with every step he took. He chanced a look behind him and saw eleven angry men right on his heels. He could see their distorted faces through their helmets. All eleven were horribly disfigured, burned beyond any healing process. He heard the scrape of metal against metal and tried to run faster, but it didn't do any good.
Two of the monsters tackled him and pinned him to the ground. Brad looked up at another player as he took off his helmet. His eyes widened as he looked into the twisted face of Freddy Kruger. "Sorry, Brad," said Freddy. "You've been...cut from the team." The knives on Freddy's glove sliced easily through Brad's neck.
Brad sat up in his bed clutching at his throat. His roommate didn't even stir in his sleep as Brad's gurgled scream filled the room and the candles blew out.
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Willow stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She and Buffy stayed up almost all night just talking about men, movies and makeovers. And now, even though it was a great night, she was dead tired. Luckily, she didn't have to go to class, it being Saturday and all.
She walked into the dorm room she shared with Buffy to see her checking out her own butt in the mirror. Willow had to smile to herself. "Buffy, what are you doing?"
"You know," she answered, "if they could take off your butt and clone it, they could fit both into mine."
"Buffy, stop," said Willow, sternly. "You don't have a big butt. Your butt is...I mean, uh...It's not big, not that I've looked, I mean, I..."
"Willow, stop now before you travel any further into that thought. Please." Buffy turned her back while the red head got dressed. "Do you feel better? No scary dreams or anything?" Willow's face changed as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Oh, Buffy, it was horrible. There were slugs and vampires and I was naked and it was horrible."
Buffy would have laughed if not for the look of horror on Willow's face. She cleared her throat. "I'm going to get the paper." She opened the door to the hall and picked up the paper on her door mat. Before she could go back in, a girl in her sociology class ran past her crying. Right behind her was her boyfriend, Bob. "Cassandra, wait!" he screamed, chasing after her. Buffy grabbed him by the arm. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked.
"She's upset because a friend of hers died in his sleep last night. Brad Munsen?" Buffy's eyes widened. She knew him. When she first came to Sunnydale University, Brad Munsen was one of the flyer people. The Jell-O shot guy. Freshmen women got in for free.
"Two others died too. We didn't know them, but...can I get back to my crying girlfriend now?" Buffy let go of his arm and mumbled a quick apology before shutting the door.
"Willow, get your gear. We're going to Giles'."
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"Anya," said Xander, impatiently, "no matter how long you stare at your letters, they're not going to change." Xander, Anya and Spike had been playing Scrabble for over an hour now. Mainly because Anya's turn took forever. Then again, she was winning.
"There," she said finally, putting the letters i-t-y on the word sieve. "'Sieveity'?" said Xander. "Yeah. You know, full of holes. Like that demon we killed last week. He was very sieveity." Xander raised an eyebrow. "And why would you think I wouldn't challange you on that?"
"Because I'm the girl that sleeps with you."
"...Okay, Anya get's thirty points for 'sieveity'." Xander did the match on his little pad. "Well, Spike old boy, it's down to you. Do you want to give up now or humiliate yourself even further." Spike merely smiled. "Mock all you want. I've got one here that'll sink your battleship."
"What is it this time?" asked Anya. "It or is?"
"Float this up your rope, mate. Building off the 'E' in 'Little', E-X-A-M-I-N-E spells 'Examine'." The couple stared at him with their mouths open in shock. "Hey, Xander. What's that little red box mean under the 'X'?" Spike smiled proudly at their disbelief.
Xander scribbled the numbers down on his pad. "That's 'X' on a Triple Word Score with a seven letter word...that brings your total to...oh, my God..." Spike's smile widened. "I won? I won! Yes! I won! *I* won! Me! Not you! The information...in your heads...is quite...SIEVEITY!" Spike sat back down and put his feet on the table, full of himself.,br>
"You know, Spike," said Anya, "'Examine' isn't a real word." Spike's smile dropped. "What? Of course it is." Anya kicked Xander under the table. "Oh yeah," he chimed in. "It's, um...an abriviation. For examination." Spike shook his head in denial. "But coroners use it all the time when they say they're going to examine the body!"
"That's because it saves time. Like doctors saying E.R. instead of Emergency Room. They'd say the full word, but that's...illegal." Spike stared at them. He then sighed and took his letters off the board. He put another tile on the appropriate square.
"It," he said with a heavy heart.
Buffy and Willow came through the door to Giles' apartment, disrupting the game. "Giles!" screamed Buffy. Giles sat up on the couch with a wet towel on his forehead. "What happened to him?" asked Willow. "We gave him a headache," Anya said, plainly.
"Giles, we've got problems," continued Buffy. "Of the dead guy kind." Giles slowly stood from the couch. "What happened?" Willow pulled a chair out and sat down. "Three kids in our dorm died last night," she explained. "Buffy checked out the bodies when no one was around. Not a scratch on 'em."
"It looked like they choked on something," Buffy jumped in, "but there weren't any hand prints around their necks so they weren't strangled. And it didn't look like they had anything lodged in their throats."
Giles simply stood, staring at her.
"Now *you* say things, " Buffy pressed.
"Oh, um...sorry. You say these boys choked to death on nothing. Interesting."
"Giles, again, not interesting. Bad. In a bad way."
"Oh, yes, I merely meant...er, let me consult the demonology lexicon. Perhaps a demon that can strangle demons telekinetically?"
"Maybe," Buffy pondered. "You work, we'll go play."
"Pardon?"
"The park. Me, Willow, Xander and Anya. We're going to lunch in the park." Willow smiled and held up her "Smurfs" lunch box.
"Very well," Giles said, dissapointed. "Spike, you'll have to, ah...help with the research." Spike's eyes widened. "Hey, why can't I have a picnic. I want a picnic, too."
"In the daylight?"
"Well, they can cover me up with one of those red and white-checked blanket you blokes use outside all the time. What is it with that thing, anyway? I mean, it's ugly as hell."
Anya, Xander and Willow were already out the door. Buffy was about to follow when Giles stopped her. "Buffy," he said softly. Buffy looked up into his worried eyes. "Please be careful." Buffy gave him a loving grin and nodded, then headed out the door.
"So," said Spike, rubbing his hands together. "Psychic demons. Try the Aspartame. Top shelf, third book from the left." Giles stared at him questionably. "What? I'm trapped inside all day. I read."
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Willow stretched out on her blanked and watched as Buffy, Xander and Anya threw a Frisbee back and fourth. She wasn't that good with a Frisbee and didn't feel like chasing it around for an hour. She was very tired from her girls night with Buffy so she decided to take a nap in the sun. As the strong rays beamed down on her, she closed her eyes and began to dream...
Willow sat in a field of daises. Oz strummed his guitar beside her and sang her a song. The sun shone down for only them. Oz had his hair dyed brown. His natural color. Willow's favorite Oz-hair color. Everything was perfect. Then Willow lowered her eyes. She was naked. She gasped and quickly tried to cover herself up.
"Relax," said Oz. Willow's eyes were wide with fear. "What's going on?" she asked on the verge of panicking. Oz smiled. "This is the part of the dream where we have sex."
"Oh," she said softly. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. "What are you doing?" he asked. Willow was confused. "Kissing you?" she said, not really wanting it to sound like a question. "I thought we were doing the sex thing."
"Oh," said Oz, laying on his side, "not with each other." Willow's brow furrowed as Oz rolled over and began to kiss...Veruca. Willow's face was a play of emotions. First anger, then confusion then settling on sadness. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as Veruca smiled at her with Oz nuzzling at her neck. Willow hated that smile. That "I won" smile.
"In case you were wondering," came a voice from behind her, "you're stuck with me." She turned to see a very naked Freddy. "Be gentle," he said. "It's my first time." Willow screamed...
As Buffy shook her awake.
"Will, are you okay? You were having a..."
"It was Freddy!" she screamed. "Freddy killed those kids, I know it! And he was naked and Oz was there and..."
"Woah, Will. Relax. It was just a dream," said Buffy, trying to calm her friend down. "No..." Willow gasped. "It was too real. Somehow...it's him. Buffy, I know it's him."
Xander stepped forward. "Uh, Wills? Freddy Kruger's a movie character. As in not real. It's not possible that he's our baddie."
"I'm sorry, Xander. Where do we live again?"
"Right. Sunnydale. Hellmouth. Gotcha."
Buffy helped Willow to her feet. "Willow, we're taking a lot on faith here. Are you absolutely sure about this?" Willow, here eyes wide with fear, shook here head. "Then we better go to Giles. Man, he's not going to believe this."
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"I'm sorry, I just don't believe it."
"Giles, can't you just take my word on this?" Willow's eyes were pleading
with him. "How much have we seen, Giles? I was dating a werewolf, you've
been turned into a demon, our mayor turned into a giant snake at our High
School Graduation, Buffy's ex-boyfriend was a vampire, Xander fell for a
praying mantis, a mummy, a wish demon and...Cordelia...Did you ever think
that the laws of physics don't apply to us?"
Giles was about to say something when a scream came from Giles' bedroom. A
beat up a bloodied Spike stumbled out. No one was more surprised than Giles
at the four razor marks across Spike's chest. "Alright," said Spike, "I just
had a rumble in a dream with some bastard who never cuts his fingernails and
I wake up like this! Someone wanna fill me in?"
Giles stood for a moment, not sure what to do. Buffy, standing next to him,
smacked his arm. "Be book guy, Giles. Look stuff up."
Giles stammered. "Oh, y-yes. Of course. Um, perhaps Shelfy's Supernatural
Guide would have something useful? I did a wonderful job on a piece of his
when I was giving a lecture on..."
"Giles, shut up and get the book," interrupted Buffy.
"Oh. Y-yes, Sorry."
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Xander, Buffy and Willow sat in Xander's basement in a semi-circle. "So," said Xander, "we've got *the* Freddy Kruger on our hands. Think there's any way he'll sign my Nightmare on Elm Street comics?"
"How did they kill him in the movie?" asked Willow, completely ignoring Xander's question. "I think the just set him on fire," said Buffy.
"No," replied Xander. "That's how they killed him in parts one and two but he came back like, five more times. In the last one they knocked him off the same way they did in the first one, so...no help there."
"Well, wait," said Willow. "Freddy gets into your mind to try and trick you, right? Like with me, he showed me Oz kissing Veruca. He does that alot in the movies, right?"
"Yeah," said Xander. "Only with less Oz and more naked boobies."
"Alright," said Willow, standing up. "Then I think I got me a plan."
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Night had finally come as Buffy and Willow were getting ready. "Are you guys sure you wanna do this?" Xander asked nervously. "This is some pretty dangerous stuff."
"No time for arguing, Xan," Buffy quipped. "It's late enough as it is. Will, is the spell ready?" Willow flipped a page back in her spell book. "Yeah. Sit across from me."
Buffy sat down and lit a candle. Willow started reading.
"Brenda, Goddess of dreams,
We envoke thee.
Goddess of the cloudy and sunlit,
We envoke thee.
Grant us our will.
Let the healing power begin."
She looked over at Xander. "Now," she breathed.
Xander blew out the candle. Almost instantly, the two girls were asleep.
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When Willow opened her eyes, she was shocked to see that they were in the factory that Spike and Drucilla used to live in. "Did we do it?" asked Buffy. "Are we here?" Willow looked up at the large group of monkeys hanging from the ceiling fast asleep. "I'd have to say yes."
"How much time do we have?"
"I set the alarm for five minutes. How long do you think it will take to find him?"
"I don't think we find him," replied Buffy. "I think he finds us."
Almost on cue, and old man in a black trench coat began to hobble down the steps. The lapels of his jacket and a dirty fedora covered his face. When he reached ground level, Buffy took Willow's arm as he began to limp towards them. They stepped out of his way, never taking their eyes off him, and he made his way past the two girls.
Willow and Buffy backed away slowly from him...and bumped into Freddy.
"I'm glad you two showed up," rasped Freddy. "I've been feeling a little...antsy, if you know what I mean."
"You stepped into the wrong town, Kruger," said Buffy. "This may be your realm," Willow chimed in, "but it's our dream." Freddy looked at Willow, who was now decked out in a leather jumpsuit and a witch's cloak, and then back at Buffy, who was wearing...a Supergirl outfit. Willow raised an eyebrow at her. "What can I say," Buffy said confidently. "I have weird dreams."
With that, Buffy looked over at Freddy and red beams shot from her eyes, setting his red and green stripped sweater on fire. "Heat vision," stated Buffy. "Man, I wish slayers came with heat vision."
Willow pointed her hands toward Freddy. "Goddess Hecete, work thy will," she chanted. "Demon, be GONE!" Sparks of green light shot from Willow's fingertips and struck Freddy in the chest sending him flying backwards and crashing into a few stacked crates.
"Demon, be gone?" asked Buffy.
"You're one to talk, speeding bullet girl. Where'd he go?"
"I don't know," she replied. "How much time do we have?" Willow looked at her watch. "About 30 seconds. We've got to..." Buffy held up a hand to hush her. "Wait, something's moving over there," she said, pointing to the far corner.
They both approached the corner slowly and cautiously. When they got there, they were shocked at what they saw. Angel stood up slowly, then looked over at the two girls.
"Buffy?" he asked shakily.
"Angel?" Buffy replied in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
"I talked to Giles. He called me and said you guys needed help. What's going on?" Willow's watch began to beep, signifying the end of the five minutes.
"Now!" screamed Willow.
Both girls grabbed Angel and held on tightly. The world seemed to fold in on itself and everything went black.
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Buffy and Willow shot straight up to hear the alarm screaming loudly. Xander shut the alarm off and went to check on the two girls coming out of the magic induced sleep. "We had him!" screamed Willow. "Where the hell did he go?"
"I'm here," said Angel, picking himself up from behind Willow's bed. "Somebody want to clue me in as to what's going on?" Buffy walked over to where her former lover stood. "It doesn't matter," she said, "as long as you're here."
Angel moved closer to her and put a hand on her cheek. "I told you, Buff, I'll always be with you...even if you kill me." He moved to kiss her...
And Willow staked him from behind.
Angel tensed for a moment, then his face changed. His true face. Freddy's face. Freddy looked down at the stake lodged in his/Angel's heart. "Ah, hell," he breathed, then turned to dust.
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Giles stood in the kitchen making a celebratory pot of tea. Buffy sat next to Willow on the couch while Xander sat in a chair with Anya on his lap. "I don't get it," said Xander. "How did you know that he would try to trick you into believing he was Angel?"
"Didn't," stated Willow. "Just kinda had a feeling. Plus, you know, with the movie tricks...I don't know. It just all seemed to coincide."
"I'm just glad it's over," said Buffy, sipping her tea. Willow nodded her head in agreement. "Seeing Angel, though...even if it wasn't really him..."
"Buffy," interrupted Willow, "please don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't do the whole 'I miss Angel thing.' I mean, I know you love him, but it's been a year. You guys forced me to get over Oz in like, what? A week? Plus, Xander hasn't even mentioned Cordelia since she left for LA, but he's still hurting. And you have a great boyfriend in Riley. Don't you think it's time you let it go?"
"Amen to that," said Anya.
Buffy couldn't speak for a while. "Will..." she started, "I never thought of it like that. I'm sorry if I've been..."
"It's okay," Willow said comfortingly. "We get it."
No one spoke. Giles brought out more tea and sat in between the two most important girls in his life.
They drank in silence.
THE END
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