A/N I hope this answers any questions Ro,
Chapter 4
What is this song thingy anyway?
"You got her a teleporter?" Wesley demanded. Spike raised his hands in a lazy attempt at defense. "Hey, dead or not, I know who she was. She was a Slayer and word was she used to be good. And she was packing. Would you have argued with her, mate?"
Wesley hurmphed.
"What is this sing thingy anyway? She's alive even though she shouldn't be and you used to love her, so I'd think for you that would be a good thing, but instead you're real sore about it and I can't get why."
"The Song of the Beloved is supposed to be used specifically by one person to call to the soul of another. The soul of a dead first love, it calls it back onto the same plane as the spell caster, the plane of the living. It's not supposed to happen like this. It involves very complex magics, very specific, it calls on soul to one other person, then gives the caller twenty four hours to decide if this is really the person they want to be with. The deal is then sealed with any act of personal contact and the souls are bound together. Forever. Which is why I'm not touching her, because I didn't call her, the psychopath that killed her did, but she came to me and I don't know what could happen to both of our souls if I do touch her, or if I could handle getting close to her and losing her again. And you just gave her the demonic means to reach the nutcase who called her."
"But that's not why you're so angry is it?" Spike asked surprisingly gently.
"I...I tried everything...It took me ten years to come to terms with her death, to come to terms with losing something...someone...that was never really mine in the first place. And now... now she's not the one I want to get back, she's here and she's not even here because I called her, something just went wrong with someone else's spell."
"So you're mad because a psychopath managed to do what you couldn't do or that he called the wrong girl?"
"Yes...No...Both...I really don't know!" Wesley ran his hand through his hair and grinned ruefully at his misdirected rage.
"And what about this 'rule'?" Spike asked curiously.
"The rule that even the ultimate rule breaker Slayer adheres to!"
"Buffy." Spike said softly, smiling, but he said no more, so as to let Wesley continue with his story.
"You don't kill humans, but, she took it too far, she refused to even hurt him, and he took advantage of that. He snapped her neck. The last time I saw her, it was when the police putting her into a body bag. It's a sight I've never, ever, been able to let go of."
Gunn strode in, shaking a handful of files. "I got the information you wanted. Keith Nygent, born 1960, responsible for at least forty murders. He's gathered a sort of cult following and by sort of I mean large."
"How many people have the cult killed?" Wesley asked
"Surprisingly few actually. If you think about it in the terms of the amount of time it's been running, or the number of people involved."
"How many?" Wesley said shortly.
"In the ten years since the formation of the cult. Four. Every year, since the anniversary of your girls death."
"Oh Gods...it is...I forgot...How could I...?"
"I guess she will. I know I do." Spike chimed in.
"It seems lie these people put some serious effort into getting your sweetie pie back!" Gunn said.
"She's not...I loved her, loved her for a really long time, from when I first met her at a Watchers mixer, nearly twenty years ago, when I was seventeen, for God's sake, but she never loved me. She was always too good a Slayer, always about the mission. She believed so much in what she was, in preserving her identity, even I didn't find out she was the Slayer until about a month after she died. If you love someone you tell them the big important things like that. So, no she never loved me."
"Yes..." Angel had stepped into the room, in fact, had stepped in a while ago, on his soundless, stealthy feet, without stomping or yodelling as it was previously recommended he should.
"Yes, she did."
