Part 7
A/N: I know that nothing has been posted for a while, and I'm very sorry for that. My muse had just about dried up on this story, and then 'BAM!' I got new inspiration. Also, I realized that this story is really just a PG- 13, and I was completely in the wrong. My bad. . .
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". . . of being lonely, is this the feeling I need to walk with, tell me why I can't be there where you are. . ."
Buffy was singing in a slightly off-key voice when Spike came into their room.
"Buffy, love, why are you dancing around in your underwear?"
Buffy looked up at Spike and grinned. "Makes for a lot of interesting conversation topics."
Spike picked her up and swung her around, putting a hard kiss on her mouth when he put her back on the floor.
"Come on, ducks. Rupes says he found a way to explain your semi-soul."
Buffy scowled, but proceeded to get her clothes on.
"Why do we have to do this right now? I was having fun."
Spike looked up from where he was looking to see if he could get away with smashing the poofy tape without her noticing to see her pouting at him.
"Hey, don't you want to know why your all conscience like?"
Buffy tried her best to look uninterested.
"No. . ."
"Well, I guess."
Buffy took Spike's hand and led him down the stairs.
"Oh, hello Buffy, I'm glad you came down. I've been meaning to tell you what my theory is on your soul."
Giles patted the seat next to him in way of telling her to sit down.
"So, what's the what?" Buffy asked.
"Well, the Chinese believe that people have ten souls, three of which are important; one goes to the grave, one in the ancestral tablet, and one goes to heaven. It is my belief that as you're the slayer, your primal instincts are to do good, as opposed to normal humans, whose primal instincts are to sin. So, the soul that most humans lose when they are turned is the one that goes to heaven, so that it may not be tarnished, while your soul that should have gone to heaven remained intact. Of course, I cannot be certain, but. . ."
Giles looked over at Buffy to find her snoring lightly with her head laid on the arm of the chair.
"Do you think she heard any of it?" Giles asked Spike, still looking at Buffy.
"Not a word."
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"Wake up, sleepy head. . ."
Buffy batted away the intrusive hand in her face while doing a half- whimper/half-growl.
"Buffy. . ."
"Whaa. . ." Buffy replied, her eyes still closed.
"BUFFY!!!"
"What, what, GOD MY EAR HURTS!"
Buffy looked over at the mean person who had yelled in her hearing-enhanced ears to see Dawn.
"Oh, you will PAY!" She screamed.
Dawn ran off in the other direction and hid behind Spike as Buffy stalked over to them.
"Do. You. Know. How. Loud. You. Were?" Buffy started in a monotonous tone.
"DO YOU?!"
Buffy was fuming with rage, so much in fact that her eyes had turned a fierce gold.
"Jeese, talk about overreacting. . ." Dawn whimpered.
"YOU NEARLY BROKE MY EARDRUM!"
Buffy was cut off by Spike slapping her hard across the face.
"What do you think you're doing?!" He asked.
Buffy shook her head confusedly.
"What- what happened?"
Dawn walked up to her and took Buffy's face in her hands.
"That's what I was about to ask you."
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"The last thing I remembered was falling asleep to Giles' lecture- Sorry about that- and then Spike's hand was whipped across my face- And may I say OW."
Buffy was relaying the story in front of the Scooby gang, who had gathered around at Spike's request.
"You should have seen her, mate. She looked like she was ready to hang Dawn's intestines to the ceiling." Spike interjected.
Xander's eyes opened wide. "OK, I so didn't need that imagery!"
Spike rolled his eyes.
"The point is, we need to figure out what happened. If I'm not around if she goes off like this again, ten to one, someone's going to be a few organs lighter in the morning."
Now Giles looked at Spike with fear. "Yes, ahem, quite. I-I will be sure to look into that."
Buffy looked up at Giles.
"Is there any ice-cream left in the fridge?"
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A/N: Hope you liked! Plz review, it sustains my creative energy. Lots of love,
Andi
A/N: I know that nothing has been posted for a while, and I'm very sorry for that. My muse had just about dried up on this story, and then 'BAM!' I got new inspiration. Also, I realized that this story is really just a PG- 13, and I was completely in the wrong. My bad. . .
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". . . of being lonely, is this the feeling I need to walk with, tell me why I can't be there where you are. . ."
Buffy was singing in a slightly off-key voice when Spike came into their room.
"Buffy, love, why are you dancing around in your underwear?"
Buffy looked up at Spike and grinned. "Makes for a lot of interesting conversation topics."
Spike picked her up and swung her around, putting a hard kiss on her mouth when he put her back on the floor.
"Come on, ducks. Rupes says he found a way to explain your semi-soul."
Buffy scowled, but proceeded to get her clothes on.
"Why do we have to do this right now? I was having fun."
Spike looked up from where he was looking to see if he could get away with smashing the poofy tape without her noticing to see her pouting at him.
"Hey, don't you want to know why your all conscience like?"
Buffy tried her best to look uninterested.
"No. . ."
"Well, I guess."
Buffy took Spike's hand and led him down the stairs.
"Oh, hello Buffy, I'm glad you came down. I've been meaning to tell you what my theory is on your soul."
Giles patted the seat next to him in way of telling her to sit down.
"So, what's the what?" Buffy asked.
"Well, the Chinese believe that people have ten souls, three of which are important; one goes to the grave, one in the ancestral tablet, and one goes to heaven. It is my belief that as you're the slayer, your primal instincts are to do good, as opposed to normal humans, whose primal instincts are to sin. So, the soul that most humans lose when they are turned is the one that goes to heaven, so that it may not be tarnished, while your soul that should have gone to heaven remained intact. Of course, I cannot be certain, but. . ."
Giles looked over at Buffy to find her snoring lightly with her head laid on the arm of the chair.
"Do you think she heard any of it?" Giles asked Spike, still looking at Buffy.
"Not a word."
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"Wake up, sleepy head. . ."
Buffy batted away the intrusive hand in her face while doing a half- whimper/half-growl.
"Buffy. . ."
"Whaa. . ." Buffy replied, her eyes still closed.
"BUFFY!!!"
"What, what, GOD MY EAR HURTS!"
Buffy looked over at the mean person who had yelled in her hearing-enhanced ears to see Dawn.
"Oh, you will PAY!" She screamed.
Dawn ran off in the other direction and hid behind Spike as Buffy stalked over to them.
"Do. You. Know. How. Loud. You. Were?" Buffy started in a monotonous tone.
"DO YOU?!"
Buffy was fuming with rage, so much in fact that her eyes had turned a fierce gold.
"Jeese, talk about overreacting. . ." Dawn whimpered.
"YOU NEARLY BROKE MY EARDRUM!"
Buffy was cut off by Spike slapping her hard across the face.
"What do you think you're doing?!" He asked.
Buffy shook her head confusedly.
"What- what happened?"
Dawn walked up to her and took Buffy's face in her hands.
"That's what I was about to ask you."
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"The last thing I remembered was falling asleep to Giles' lecture- Sorry about that- and then Spike's hand was whipped across my face- And may I say OW."
Buffy was relaying the story in front of the Scooby gang, who had gathered around at Spike's request.
"You should have seen her, mate. She looked like she was ready to hang Dawn's intestines to the ceiling." Spike interjected.
Xander's eyes opened wide. "OK, I so didn't need that imagery!"
Spike rolled his eyes.
"The point is, we need to figure out what happened. If I'm not around if she goes off like this again, ten to one, someone's going to be a few organs lighter in the morning."
Now Giles looked at Spike with fear. "Yes, ahem, quite. I-I will be sure to look into that."
Buffy looked up at Giles.
"Is there any ice-cream left in the fridge?"
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A/N: Hope you liked! Plz review, it sustains my creative energy. Lots of love,
Andi
