DSCLMR: I do not intend to infringe on any copyrights. I do not own any of the characters in the Buffy franchise.
I certainly don't own Buffy Summers, would I want to?
Buffy held her head in her hands. How was she supposed to deal with this? Spike had a soul now. All he did was mope around.
The only things he was good for before was slaying, watching her sister, and sex of course. But now he had lost all his fight, her sister hated him, and …
Maybe if Spike didn’t have his soul anymore he would be like he was before. They could get back into their old routine of slaying and sex. Everything was easier then. Well with Spike at least.
Then she got an idea. What if he didn’t have his soul anymore…?
It had worked with Angel.
Buffy made her way over to where Spike sat.
“Spike can I talk to you, in private?” She made her way into the hall and he followed like the pathetic little lap dog he was. She smiled. Everything would work out.
Buffy pushed into her bedroom and started kissing him.
Spike pushed her away. “What are you doing Buffy?”
See he called her ‘Buffy’ now, not ‘Slayer’.
“I was thinking… Spike. I liked you a lot better before the soul.” Buffy started. “So maybe we could…”
Spike looked at her in horror.
“I got this for you.” He told her. “I thought this is what you wanted.”
“No I said I couldn’t love you without a soul.” Buffy explained. “I never intended to love you, I was just using you. I thought you were OK with that. Now you’re just boring. Of no use to anyone.”
Spike didn’t respond.
“So I was thinking.” She continued. “It worked with Angel. We could… Then you’d be fun again. It worked with Angel.”
“…Buffy I fought for my soul. It’s permanent.” He told her.
“Oh.” She said sadly. “Well maybe Willow could—“
Spike turned and left the room.
AN: I really could imagine her acting like this in the actual series...
No me gusta Buffy.