Who: Buffy Summers & Sam Winchester (technically open to anyone at camp) What: Randomness When: Late a night! Or early? Backdated to last night Where: Camp Bobby Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
She'd woken with a start, like so many other nights before. Not any forewarning dream, she hadn't had one of those in over a year, but she often relived the dreams she'd had before of slayers in the past, almost all of them ending with death. Either the slayers, or someone else. It was nothing she wasn't use to. Still, as Buffy looked over at the time and groaned at the ungodly hour, she found herself restless. Glancing down at the sleeping figure beside her, she then slipped out of bed, and crept out of the room. Creeping downstairs in her PJ shorts and tank top, Buffy kept and eye and ear out for anyone crazy enough to still be awake.
The slayer slipped quietly into the kitchen, arms raising over her head and back bending into an arch as she stretched out her muscles, still feeling tense from the dream. She was use to them by now, but some of the fights she saw over and over again were just horrible. Bloody, and she didn't always know what happened. Why they had lost. That thought had haunted her shortly once upon a time.
Over the past few nights she had been itching to get back to Lawrence. Not that she wasn't picking up things from camp, but there was now a new Senior Partners bitch there that she didn't know much about, and on top of that, Harmony was there. Harmony was going to die, and she would see to that. The vampire could sob story at anyone, it wasn't going to stop her from dusting the demon. Harmony had killed one of her girls on National TV and then turned America Against them, and helped bring this Twilight problem to even bigger levels of 'oh crap.' Buffy couldn't kill her at home, but she could sure as hell kill her here.
Just a few more days and that was exactly what Buffy was going to do.
Once in the kitchen, she found herself a glass, and then filled it with water. Leaning against the counter, she closed her eyes and took a few sips, replaying her dreams in her head. Not that she was complaining about the lack of scary evil dreams in her head, but she had to wonder if she was ever going to get those again.