Willow and Buffy were in the Magic Shop. They'd just finished telling Giles and the others what they'd seen. "So, what do you think?" Buffy asked. "Is she possessed?"
Giles took off his glasses and wiped them clean. "It is possible," he replied slowly. "However, it is entirely possible that she is simply trying something new."
"New? Giles you don't know her. She wouldn't dress like that."
"Alright, we'll do some research, but, Buffy, try not to jump to conclusions. Now,while the rest of us are searching, I suggest you find this girl and talk to her in person," Giles said.
Buffy nodded. "Okay." She strode out the door. The sun was just setting as Buffy began her search of the town. She didn't know exactly where Jeannie would be, so she just picked a direction. With luck, she could cover the entire town before sunup.
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Jeannie knocked on the door to Spike's layer.
"Come in," Spike called. "Well, you're looking...cool."
Jeannie grinned. "Thanks."
"So, now we need to work on your strut."
"What's that mean anyway?" Jeannie asked.
"What's it mean? What does it mean! It is the meaning of cool, it's the way you walk walk, the way you stand, the way you sit."
Jeannie looked doubtful. "How will I ever learn that?"
"Well, I'm going to teach you pet. Now we'll start with the walk. Watch me." He walked across the floor slowly. "Now you."
Jeannie walked across the floor, trying to mimic him.
"No, no, walk with confidence. Not like you've got a watermelon between your legs. Try it again." Jeannie did, this time Spike stepped in front of her. He put a hand under her chin, lifting her gaze off of the floor. "Keep your head up."
Their eyes met and Spike slowly leaned toward her. For a moment their lips met. "Spike-Oh my god!" Buffy's sudden interruption caused Spike to jump back. She was standing in the doorway with a shocked look on her face.
"Buffy, this isn't what it looks like. I can explain," Spike blurted. He had a guilty look on his face.
Jeannie saw the look on Spike's face and realized he was still in love with Buffy. She gave a sob and ran from the lair.
"Jeannie!" Spike called. "Damn!" He tried to run after her, but when he neared the door his face met Buffy's right fist. He went flying backwards and landed on his back by the far wall.
"What did you do to her?" Buffy demanded, standing over him.
"Me?" Spike demanded. "This is all your bloody fault!"
"My fault? How is this my fault?"
"If you hadn't hurt her feelings, she wouldn't've come running to me." Spike got to his feet, wiggling his jaw.
"When did I hurt her feelings?"
"A few nights ago. You were talking to Willow and you didn't know she was there. You must've said something pretty nasty because she came running into the graveyard bawling her eyes out."
"And you decided to comfort her?" Buffy asked, suspiciously.
"Yeah, thought it'd score some points with you," Spike replied, franlky. "Then we got to drinking and talking and I agreed to teach her how to be cooler in exchange for her teaching me how to be more good."
"You were using her to get to me!" Buffy said angrily.
"No! That's not true. I was using her to get over you. I don't like *being* in love with you anymore than you like me loving you." Spike sat down on his couch, looking miserable. "I suppose she hates me now."
Buffy's eyes widened. "Spike, are you in love with Jeannie?"
"I've only known her for three days! What kind of a man do you take me for?" Buffy gave him a look. "Don't answer that," he said quickly. He sighed. "I don't know if I'm in love with her, but I like her. I like the way she looks and the way she smiles and...Bloody hell! I am in love with her."
"We have to go find her," Buffy said.
"Yeah, no telling what nasties are roaming the graveyard this time of night." They both hurried out the door.
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Jeannie was running through the graveyard with tears streaming down her face and blurring her vision. Suddenly, she collided with something, sending her falling to the ground. She wiped her eyes and looked up. In front of her was a beautiful woman with long dark hair.
The woman knelt down and helped her to her feet. "You shouldn't run," the woman said. "You might fall and spill your blood allll over."
"Uh, thanks," Jeannie said. She turned to go, but the woman's grip on her arm tightened. She pulled Jeannie back to her with surprising strength.
The woman put her face close to Jeannie's and inhaled. "I smell him on you. My Spike. He's not yours, silly girl. He's mine! He's always been mine. And I've always been his. His Drucilla!" Drucilla suddenly hit Jeannie across the face, causing her to crumple to the ground. She laughed. "It'll all be right soon. I've got a plan. You can come with me, we're going to play a game." Drucilla lifted Jeannie and walked away.
That's all for now. Please R&R. Coming soon, chapter 5.
Giles took off his glasses and wiped them clean. "It is possible," he replied slowly. "However, it is entirely possible that she is simply trying something new."
"New? Giles you don't know her. She wouldn't dress like that."
"Alright, we'll do some research, but, Buffy, try not to jump to conclusions. Now,while the rest of us are searching, I suggest you find this girl and talk to her in person," Giles said.
Buffy nodded. "Okay." She strode out the door. The sun was just setting as Buffy began her search of the town. She didn't know exactly where Jeannie would be, so she just picked a direction. With luck, she could cover the entire town before sunup.
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Jeannie knocked on the door to Spike's layer.
"Come in," Spike called. "Well, you're looking...cool."
Jeannie grinned. "Thanks."
"So, now we need to work on your strut."
"What's that mean anyway?" Jeannie asked.
"What's it mean? What does it mean! It is the meaning of cool, it's the way you walk walk, the way you stand, the way you sit."
Jeannie looked doubtful. "How will I ever learn that?"
"Well, I'm going to teach you pet. Now we'll start with the walk. Watch me." He walked across the floor slowly. "Now you."
Jeannie walked across the floor, trying to mimic him.
"No, no, walk with confidence. Not like you've got a watermelon between your legs. Try it again." Jeannie did, this time Spike stepped in front of her. He put a hand under her chin, lifting her gaze off of the floor. "Keep your head up."
Their eyes met and Spike slowly leaned toward her. For a moment their lips met. "Spike-Oh my god!" Buffy's sudden interruption caused Spike to jump back. She was standing in the doorway with a shocked look on her face.
"Buffy, this isn't what it looks like. I can explain," Spike blurted. He had a guilty look on his face.
Jeannie saw the look on Spike's face and realized he was still in love with Buffy. She gave a sob and ran from the lair.
"Jeannie!" Spike called. "Damn!" He tried to run after her, but when he neared the door his face met Buffy's right fist. He went flying backwards and landed on his back by the far wall.
"What did you do to her?" Buffy demanded, standing over him.
"Me?" Spike demanded. "This is all your bloody fault!"
"My fault? How is this my fault?"
"If you hadn't hurt her feelings, she wouldn't've come running to me." Spike got to his feet, wiggling his jaw.
"When did I hurt her feelings?"
"A few nights ago. You were talking to Willow and you didn't know she was there. You must've said something pretty nasty because she came running into the graveyard bawling her eyes out."
"And you decided to comfort her?" Buffy asked, suspiciously.
"Yeah, thought it'd score some points with you," Spike replied, franlky. "Then we got to drinking and talking and I agreed to teach her how to be cooler in exchange for her teaching me how to be more good."
"You were using her to get to me!" Buffy said angrily.
"No! That's not true. I was using her to get over you. I don't like *being* in love with you anymore than you like me loving you." Spike sat down on his couch, looking miserable. "I suppose she hates me now."
Buffy's eyes widened. "Spike, are you in love with Jeannie?"
"I've only known her for three days! What kind of a man do you take me for?" Buffy gave him a look. "Don't answer that," he said quickly. He sighed. "I don't know if I'm in love with her, but I like her. I like the way she looks and the way she smiles and...Bloody hell! I am in love with her."
"We have to go find her," Buffy said.
"Yeah, no telling what nasties are roaming the graveyard this time of night." They both hurried out the door.
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Jeannie was running through the graveyard with tears streaming down her face and blurring her vision. Suddenly, she collided with something, sending her falling to the ground. She wiped her eyes and looked up. In front of her was a beautiful woman with long dark hair.
The woman knelt down and helped her to her feet. "You shouldn't run," the woman said. "You might fall and spill your blood allll over."
"Uh, thanks," Jeannie said. She turned to go, but the woman's grip on her arm tightened. She pulled Jeannie back to her with surprising strength.
The woman put her face close to Jeannie's and inhaled. "I smell him on you. My Spike. He's not yours, silly girl. He's mine! He's always been mine. And I've always been his. His Drucilla!" Drucilla suddenly hit Jeannie across the face, causing her to crumple to the ground. She laughed. "It'll all be right soon. I've got a plan. You can come with me, we're going to play a game." Drucilla lifted Jeannie and walked away.
That's all for now. Please R&R. Coming soon, chapter 5.