Perchance to Dream
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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR – Perchance to Dream
Hotel – Buffy’s Room
Buffy felt drained as she started to prepare for bed with barely enough energy to shower and crawl under the covers. Dawn had taken Bronwyn for the night so that Buffy could sleep in the next day. The little girl had been exited about what her Auntie Dawn had told her was a slumber party. Buffy was just glad that she would get an uninterrupted nights sleep. She was no longer used to long days and longer nights. Her life on Ravenna had established a much different routine for her body.
As soon as her head hit the pillow she fell into a deep sleep. Not long after her eyes began to twitch rapidly beneath her lids indicating she was in a dream state.
Buffy peered into the inky blackness that surrounded her. It felt as if it was pushing against her from all sides.
She turned around slowly but could sense nothing. No light. No noise. The space that contained her was a void.
From all around her she began to hear whispers.
“Chosen, you have been summoned.”
Buffy closed her eyes and pushed her senses out in all directions but still felt no other physical presence.
“Why have you brought me here?” she demanded.
Again the voice spoke, “Knowledge.”
“For what purpose?” she questioned.
“To prevent chaos. To maintain balance.”
“Who are you?” she wondered aloud though she thought she already knew the answer.
“We have many names. Some call us The Powers That Be. Others call us the Ancients. We see all. We know all.”
In the darkness Buffy smirked, “That must be nice for you.”
“Silence, Chosen!” the voice thundered.
“Sheesh, okay. I’m listening,” she said petulantly.
“We see. We know. But we may not interfere. On this plane you are our champion. You must maintain the balance.”
“Okay, you gonna give me some kinda clue how to maintain the balance,” Buffy asked in a less than patient voice.
The voice spoke again:
“The inextinguishable fire burns as the sorcerer calls.
On the night Jupiter reigns the Chosen falls.
Hell shall be unleashed as the lightening strikes.
It shall only be prevented by love’s sacrifice.”
The voice repeated the quatrain two more times. Buffy felt as if the words were being burned into her brain.
As the voice faded Buffy’s body began to feel light as if she was being drawn out of the void and into wakefulness.
Buffy came awake blinking her eyes. As the heavy feeling of coming out of a deep sleep left her she sat up and reached for the light next to the table flipping it on. She dug in the drawer of the bedside table pulling out a notepad and pen and quickly wrote down the message she’d received in her dream.
She hated prophecies, especially ones that predicated her death. She knew she needed to call Giles but she was shaken. She’d finally found happiness and now she felt as if it was being ripped from her again. A tear slipped down her cheek and she wiped it away with the back of her hand.
She would talk to Giles in the morning but she knew that there would be no sleep tonight. Buffy stood grabbed her key and walked across the room opening her door. She stepped into the hall, walked down two rooms, knocked on the door and waited.
From inside she heard a muffled curse as the occupant apparently tripped as they tried to pull on clothes and answer the door at the same time.
A shirtless Jack opened the door. “Buffy, is everything okay.”
“It’s really not. Can I come in,” her voice barely above a whisper and her eyes full of sadness.
Jack stepped back and Buffy walked past him into the room. She stopped when she reached the center and stood there waiting.
He walked to her and gently turned her to face him wrapping her in his arms. He gently kissed the top of her head, “You wanna talk about it?”
She looked up into brown eyes full of worry and then laid her head against his chest and took a deep shuddering breath, “Yeah.”
A/N: Prophecy inspired by Nostradamus' quatrains.