Season Of Fools I : The Fool

Samantha McCullah

Season of Fools I: The Fool
by Samantha McCullah

THE FOOL -- A card of fresh starts. Someone who is not afraid of the
risks, someone who is about to take a big leap, someone who is going
through a rite of passage. Major transitions or radical departures
are involved.

He was standing on a green hill in the middle of field dotted with
tiny flowers in colors of blue, purple, and yellow....and he was
standing in the sun. That was the first thing that tipped him off
that he was dreaming. The second thing was the appearance of an
angel.

Not _the_ Angel because Spike hadn't dreamed of him in fifty
years, but a real angel with shoulder length blond hair and swathed
in white gauze. She was sitting in a swing on top of the next hill,
swinging back and forth and humming a low tune that Spike could hear
even at that distance. Something compelled him forward, and before
he could even think coherently, he was standing next to the large tree
the swing was attached to.

And his angel wasn't really an angel, but the Slayer. Every time she
swung forward the breeze would move the gauze tight against her and
give glimpses of tantalizing flesh through the fabric. Spike let out
a moan as the fabric clung to her body. She stopped swinging as the
moan reached her ears and turned to stare at him with innocent eyes.

"You came!" she smiled, jumping off the swing and prancing into
Spike's arms.

"Where am I, pet?" Spike whispered, looking down at her.

"It's a dream, silly. You're not _anywhere_; you're just here,"
she giggled.

"Why am I dreaming of you?"

She shrugged and replied, "Your dream, not mine." She giggled
again and started back to the swing. Half-way there, she turned
back to Spike and held out her hand. "Come to me," she whispered.

"What?" he asked, surprised at the direction this dream was taking.

"Come to Sunnydale," she whispered again. Spike looked into her face
but saw no clue as to what she wanted. "Come to me, Spike."

"I won't," he whispered, more to himself than to her. He caught a flash
of movement out of the corner of his eye and saw a brunette girl running
up the hill towards them. The Slayer didn't notice her and kept staring
at Spike.

"Come to Sunnydale," she whispered again just as the brunette reached her.
Buffy turned to face the other girl, and with a scream the brunette buried
a knife hilt deep in Buffy's stomach. The Slayer turned back to Spike.
"Come to me, Spike. I'll need your help," she whispered as she fell to
the ground, blood staining the front of her white dress.

"Payback's a bitch, ain't she, B?" the brunette commented, wiping the blood
off her knife.

"SLAYER!" Spike screamed as he sat bolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat.
"God," he muttered, holding his head in his hands as the mantra was repeated
over and over in his mind.

<Come to me. Come to Sunnydale. Come to me. Come to Sunnydale....>

*FIN*

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