Chapter 10
Buffy was making love to Spike. Maybe in a century or two he would dump her like he'd dumped Drusilla. But for now they still had each other. This was a good eternal life so far, drinking blood, killing without remorse, never again having to worry about aging. Buffy could no longer look at herself in the mirror, but she would never have to suffer the effects of aging. This was a good eternity. Then, all of a sudden, it hit her. The guilt, the pain of her victims, it all came upon Buffy at once. What was this? As a vampire Buffy wasn't supposed to feel guilt or empathy. Yet she did, for her mother, Angel, everyone else. Buffy recoiled from Spike in horror, how could she have done these things with that monster. Wasn't she a monster too now? Buffy knew what this was about. Someone, probably Willow, had restored Buffy's soul. Buffy ran away, she couldn't stand to be around Spike one second longer.