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Summary: A short little story to get the muse talking to me again. Had the ideal after watching Nightbreed.

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Dreams of Home


This story is just for fun, not profit.

Enjoy.








The dreams had hit him again.

Xander stood at his door, waiting.

The moonlight was shining brightly into his backyard.

He could hear his mom and dad fighting again.

Soon he wouldn’t be bothered with that again.

He could feel the Call again.

And with every dream, it was stronger.

And last night had been the strongest dream ever.

In the dreams about the demons that weren’t demons.

They were in a town. Underground.

He hadn’t told the others about it. He couldn’t put into words.

How to you explain to a group of demons hunters that you felt more at home somewhere else, in a place that was full of monsters?

There was a snap in his yard and a figure stood by his back gate.

"Faith?" Xander called out.

"Yep," was her reply.

"I didn’t think you would come," Xander whispered.

"You’re in my head. What’d you think?" the Slayer whispered as she walked toward him.

Xander just stood watching her.

He had lied to the others when they asked about Faith and him. Told how she had tried to kill him, and how Angel had saved him.

That night, he’d had dreams about the place and Faith was with him.

And upon telling her, he had found out that she, too, had dreams of the place as well.

She had attacked to kill the demon that had stolen his face.

At least that was what she thought.

Afterward, it had taken a lot to talk her down. And when she had left to work for the Mayor, it had been twice as hard.

But he had persisted and he’d finally gotten through to her.

Now they were leaving.

He bent down and pick up his bag, and with his other hand, he picked up a few letters from the table.

He would drop these off on his way out of town.

His goodbyes.

"So which way is it?" Faith asked they climbed on her bike.

"North," Xander replied.

"North, it is."

Soon, as they rode out of town, Xander thought off his friends and how they would miss him.

At least he thought they would.

He wasn’t really sure.

They had pushed him out, and kept on pushing.

Then just last night was the tie breaker – Angel had knocked him out in the street.

And LEFT him there. A possible feast for anything coming along.

He had found out that it was a sting to find out about Faith, but the damage was done.

He would answer the call.

The Call to Midian.

The End

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