Chapter 4
Two weeks into their project
Spike and Buffy send all their time during the weekends at the library researching. Spike wonders if they will find any printed or other info on past lives.
"There is nothing to find." Spike screams to the ceiling. He has read all the books in both libraries; still not one shard of proof. Buffy walks towards him. "Spike quiet down; you are going to get us kick out."
Buffy and Spike have spent so much time together that they both have come to realize that they were wrong about their first impression of each other. Buffy has been thinking about something a friend said about a person outside of town. This woman claims she can see your soul and tell you your past lives. Buffy is at the end of her rope to; enough to be thinking about seeing the women. If she could really see your past lives, then they could have her as proof.
"Spike do not think that I am crazy; but there is this woman right outside of town who claims she can see into your soul and tell you your past lives. We could go there and interview her about the topic. She may be able to get proof for us; some kind of theories or beliefs." Spike looks like he has just heard the funniest joke on earth. He only notices Buffy's reaction to him when she runs thru the door of the school library. Spike feels bad for laughing at Buffy's suggestion.
Buffy slams the front door and drops her backpack on the floor. She runs up to her room slamming that door too; she falls on her bed with tears running down her cheeks. Why did he have to laugh; she was just doing her part of the paper. Buffy pulls the pillow over her face and screams. Before this she was not so sensitive to boys little egoism. So why now did his opinion matter? It had to be Spike's fault. He came into her life like a hurricane on the Texas coast, hard and fast blowing everything its way down.
The phone rings beside her bed; its only Oz. Buffy thinks to herself. "Hello" "Hey Buffy why did you run out in such a big hurray." Spike asks Buffy from his house six blocks away.
"You laughed at me."
"Sorry, I thought you were joking; but if you're serious we can go."
"Do you mean it?" "Yeah we can go tomorrow afternoon." Spike tells her.
Spike and Buffy meet at her house. They gather their notes that they had and headed out to the mystery women place. Spike's father was to drive them to her and help make sure that she did not play games with them. After parking, Buffy pulls the door open to The Center for the Research of Restoration of Souls. Spike steps inside the door after Buffy; they see a person at the end of a long table.
"It's about time you two showed up. I being waiting for you; come in and sit down." The woman says to them. "Hi my name Blanco, and you girl have an old soul and tortured one too."
Buffy feels chills grace her arms, how did this person know her? She was determined to finish this paper. "Hi my name is Buffy and this is..." Before Buffy could answer, the person said. "William, but people call you Spike."
They both looked at each other and walked to the mad women; not knowing what was about to happen.
Two weeks into their project
Spike and Buffy send all their time during the weekends at the library researching. Spike wonders if they will find any printed or other info on past lives.
"There is nothing to find." Spike screams to the ceiling. He has read all the books in both libraries; still not one shard of proof. Buffy walks towards him. "Spike quiet down; you are going to get us kick out."
Buffy and Spike have spent so much time together that they both have come to realize that they were wrong about their first impression of each other. Buffy has been thinking about something a friend said about a person outside of town. This woman claims she can see your soul and tell you your past lives. Buffy is at the end of her rope to; enough to be thinking about seeing the women. If she could really see your past lives, then they could have her as proof.
"Spike do not think that I am crazy; but there is this woman right outside of town who claims she can see into your soul and tell you your past lives. We could go there and interview her about the topic. She may be able to get proof for us; some kind of theories or beliefs." Spike looks like he has just heard the funniest joke on earth. He only notices Buffy's reaction to him when she runs thru the door of the school library. Spike feels bad for laughing at Buffy's suggestion.
Buffy slams the front door and drops her backpack on the floor. She runs up to her room slamming that door too; she falls on her bed with tears running down her cheeks. Why did he have to laugh; she was just doing her part of the paper. Buffy pulls the pillow over her face and screams. Before this she was not so sensitive to boys little egoism. So why now did his opinion matter? It had to be Spike's fault. He came into her life like a hurricane on the Texas coast, hard and fast blowing everything its way down.
The phone rings beside her bed; its only Oz. Buffy thinks to herself. "Hello" "Hey Buffy why did you run out in such a big hurray." Spike asks Buffy from his house six blocks away.
"You laughed at me."
"Sorry, I thought you were joking; but if you're serious we can go."
"Do you mean it?" "Yeah we can go tomorrow afternoon." Spike tells her.
Spike and Buffy meet at her house. They gather their notes that they had and headed out to the mystery women place. Spike's father was to drive them to her and help make sure that she did not play games with them. After parking, Buffy pulls the door open to The Center for the Research of Restoration of Souls. Spike steps inside the door after Buffy; they see a person at the end of a long table.
"It's about time you two showed up. I being waiting for you; come in and sit down." The woman says to them. "Hi my name Blanco, and you girl have an old soul and tortured one too."
Buffy feels chills grace her arms, how did this person know her? She was determined to finish this paper. "Hi my name is Buffy and this is..." Before Buffy could answer, the person said. "William, but people call you Spike."
They both looked at each other and walked to the mad women; not knowing what was about to happen.