15. Breakfast of champions
Damn, that's one ineffective soul spell.
Buffy had cried all night. She'd had enough; torn out of heaven, Dawn a vampire, Angel leaving again... still, she came downstairs for breakfast, and found Willow wearing her bad-news-I'm-afraid-face.
"Bad news, I'm afraid. Dawn and Spike have... y'know, again."
Buffy sighed resignedly. "Well, they're both vampires, and he does love her. She's way too young, but..." Buffy grimaced. She won't get any older.
"But there's more. Dawn... kinda lost it. Her soul, I mean."
Orange juice spurted out Buffy's nose. "You're saying... sex with Spike equals perfect happiness?"
"Evidently."
"Huh." She pondered this. "I'm going out for a while."
