Road Trip

Just a fragment for now

Every BtVS fanfic writer has a Third Slayer story. This is mine. Someday I'll actually write it. Assuming I do the first chapter. Unlike my other Third Slayer story The Apprentice, this one won't be a crossover. (The first two parts of that story are very close to how this one would start...)

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No time... not something to think about. Running. constant pounding. Even in dreaming. rest will come later. promised.

That feeling. again. of something watching, just to the left of consciousness. undefined uneasiness, a metallic aftertaste. Almost like nostalgia on a cold day.

[...]

It didn't help anymore. Hadn't for a while. if it really ever had. Writing about the dreams didn't make them disappear. She'd been trying for almost two years, since waking the others one morning, screaming in horror... tears running down her face.

unable/unwilling to get rid of the image. of an unknown woman , small, blonde, battered, falling from a great height, from some kind of tower, in a croftian swan dive. A glimpse of a small group standing around in shock, some crying.

the tears ...

They said it was just a dream. A delayed reaction, nothing more.

When it happened again later that week..they took it seriously but were mystified. The journal, to write out her dreams and thoughts about them was inspired desperation on their part when the dreams continue into another week. The dreams stopped being so frightening on paper.

but they didn't stop.

Until she ran. Headed west towards the sun. Leaving behind a simple note :

"Sorry"

The girl sat huddled in a corner near the door, her long black hair limply covering her pale face. She clutched nervously at her coffee cup every time the door jangled in the light of early dawn.

Another hour and she could start working.

She couldn't sit still for long. She'd been in the town for a month. The urge to move, to keep moving, towards the setting sun was a constant pressure.

Her money, not really more than pocket change, had run out months ago, forcing her to work her way west.