chapter 4 The Choice
Buffy tossed and turned in her bed. Buffy's dream: Buffy is walking through a dark hallway looking around causiously. "Buffy, you have come to us through the orders of our master," a shadowy figure said from the distance, "follow me..." he said and then began walking. Buffy followed couriously, "What are you?" she asked as they entered a white room, but he was gone, "hello?" she said looking around. "Hello," a man whereing a white robe said coming into veiw, "My name is Incass, I am one of the gods of choice." "ok...what you wanna cookie?" Buffy said impatiently. "Inapropriate humor, that is most delightful," Incass said sarcastically. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked. "I have a choice for you, that only you must decide," he said starting to explain, "You must choose which souled vampire will be given this gift." "I'm guessing the gift isn't a cookie, huh?" she said. "The vampire you choose will be given the gift of life, he will become human and forever have your love," he stated, "but think hard on this, it should go to the one who needs it most." Buffy awoke sweaty and entangled in the sheets, "Why couldn't it have been a cookie?"
She walked down into the basement later that morning to find Spike asleep on his cot. She stared and caught herself smiling at the sight. She had, in fact, developed feelings for Spike over the time he'd been around but knew it wasn't love, at least not yet, maybe not ever. She still couldn't make the dicision even though she thought it would be easy, only a few months ago she would have had the answer decided right on the spot, but as she had told him before, she knew he was a good man, and she believed in him. She turned to walk out but his voice caught her, "enjoying the veiw, love," Spike asked groggily. "You caught me," she said raising a hand, "gilty for staring at you, it's just you looked kinda puppy-like laying there asleep." She smiled dropping her hand. "Hey!" he said jokingly, "way to make a man feel good, tell him he looks like a puppy, thanks alot, slayer." "Anytime," Buffy replied, "we got some breakfast, hungry?" Spike shook his head, "Better leave the yummies for those who actually need it, like you." "I'm fine, Spike, don't worry so much," she said and walked out taking a quick glance back at him before closing the door. Buffy leaned against the closed door, sliding down it into a sitting possition, "Why is it always me with the hard choices?"
Buffy tossed and turned in her bed. Buffy's dream: Buffy is walking through a dark hallway looking around causiously. "Buffy, you have come to us through the orders of our master," a shadowy figure said from the distance, "follow me..." he said and then began walking. Buffy followed couriously, "What are you?" she asked as they entered a white room, but he was gone, "hello?" she said looking around. "Hello," a man whereing a white robe said coming into veiw, "My name is Incass, I am one of the gods of choice." "ok...what you wanna cookie?" Buffy said impatiently. "Inapropriate humor, that is most delightful," Incass said sarcastically. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked. "I have a choice for you, that only you must decide," he said starting to explain, "You must choose which souled vampire will be given this gift." "I'm guessing the gift isn't a cookie, huh?" she said. "The vampire you choose will be given the gift of life, he will become human and forever have your love," he stated, "but think hard on this, it should go to the one who needs it most." Buffy awoke sweaty and entangled in the sheets, "Why couldn't it have been a cookie?"
She walked down into the basement later that morning to find Spike asleep on his cot. She stared and caught herself smiling at the sight. She had, in fact, developed feelings for Spike over the time he'd been around but knew it wasn't love, at least not yet, maybe not ever. She still couldn't make the dicision even though she thought it would be easy, only a few months ago she would have had the answer decided right on the spot, but as she had told him before, she knew he was a good man, and she believed in him. She turned to walk out but his voice caught her, "enjoying the veiw, love," Spike asked groggily. "You caught me," she said raising a hand, "gilty for staring at you, it's just you looked kinda puppy-like laying there asleep." She smiled dropping her hand. "Hey!" he said jokingly, "way to make a man feel good, tell him he looks like a puppy, thanks alot, slayer." "Anytime," Buffy replied, "we got some breakfast, hungry?" Spike shook his head, "Better leave the yummies for those who actually need it, like you." "I'm fine, Spike, don't worry so much," she said and walked out taking a quick glance back at him before closing the door. Buffy leaned against the closed door, sliding down it into a sitting possition, "Why is it always me with the hard choices?"