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Summary: Some changes are only in your head, some aren't. B/S

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Chapter 3

This is actually supposed to be a somewhat amusing story at times. I don't write humor that much so it might lack. Tell me what you think.


Chapter 3

Both of them had woken up by the time Giles returned again. When Giles walked into the front door, both were in the living room. Spike had found a CD of classical music, most likely belonging to Joyce, and set it on. Buffy had seemed content to lie around with Spike near.

When Giles entered, she moved closer to Spike. He raised an eyebrow at this then shrugged. She seemed better now and Giles was relived. It was interesting to note that she seemed very protective of Spike, while moving behind him for protection. Spike let her do this with gentle pets telling her it was safe.

It fit in perfectly with what Giles had discovered. "How is she?"

"Better, depending on your view. What did you find out Watcher?"

“Well, I don't want to repeat this twice, so we'll wait for the others to get here."

“What ? Why do we have to wait for the bleeding others?” Call him protective of Buffy, or call him jealous for wanting her all to himself. Spike didn’t care. Buffy wanted him and he’d be damned if he was going to let anyone take her away from him.

Giles must have read this. “Calm down, Spike. Buffy obviously feels safe with you, and I’m not going to bereave her that.”

Though she didn’t understand most of the words, Buffy understood the tone. The danger she had felt from him wasn’t directed towards her but rather protective of her. Suddenly she understood what she was feeling towards him.

Giles was slightly startled when Buffy moved from behind Spike and hugged him. However, he soon relaxed, glad she had accepted him. She moved back to Spike, this time sitting next to him.

Spike roused him from his thoughts. "So what's in the bag?"

Giles picked up the bag he had bought from the butcher's and gestured for them to follow him into the kitchen. they followed, moving slowly as Buffy wasn't used to walking yet.

Giles started to unpack the bag. "I researched what I could and figured out the closest diet for her I could."

"Blood? She's not a sodding vampire."

"Gosh, Spike, I hadn't noticed." Spike snorted at the sarcasm. "The blood is for you, you'll be here for a while."

"Gee, Watcher. I didn't know you cared." This time Giles snorted. Buffy just looked back and forth between the two males amused. Spike saw the look and gave her a small shove. Naturally she pushed back; resulting in a scramble on the floor. Spike trapped her on the floor and licked her chin the forehead. Buffy squirmed until he let her up. Giles rolled his eyes at the display of immaturity.
He cleared his throat. "Now blood, while needed, isn't going to fill her up. So a little meat, maybe lightly cooked, should be enough for now." He took out the steak and cooked it until it was rare.

Buffy wasn't really paying attention. She wanted to play with her mate. As it wasn't moon time yet, they couldn't actually mate, but they could have fun. She had vague memories of taunting Spike that seemed like fun.

Spike started when he felt a foot slide up his leg. Relieved the Watcher hadn't noticed, he looked back at Buffy who was wearing a mock innocent face. Well, if she was going to play that game she was in for a surprise; vampires had very few moral inhibitions.

Pretending to stretch, Spike ran a hand over her spine. He was amused when her foot started to lightly tap. Buffy retaliated by giving a quick nip to his earlobe that went straight to his cock. Neither realized Giles had seen their actions out of the corner of his eye.

And prayed the food would cook soon.

. . . . .
The gang arrived an hour later, after they had finished their meal. Buffy was comfortably curled on Spike's lap in the chair. Giles was reading the notes he had made on Buffy's present state.

He looked up when he saw Riley with the group. He distinctly recalled calling Willow not to tell Riley about the meeting. Willow shrugged helplessly and mouthed, 'He followed us.'

Riley stalled when he saw Buffy on Spike's lap. "What is he doing here?"

"Buffy enjoys his presence."

"He's a vampire."

"I've noticed."

"So you're going to allow this?"

"Frankly you're bugging the shit out of me. Now leave."

The remainder of the group stifled snickers as Riley huffed and left the house.

They all sat on the couch save Xander who leaned against the coffee table. "So, discovered what's happening, G-man?"

"Xander, don't call me that. And yes, I did."

Willow had her worry/resolve face. "Is it bad?"

"In essence no. This has happened to Slayers before; not often, but sometimes."

"Well Watcher, aren't you going to tell us?" Everyone but Buffy, who actually was paying attention, was staring at Giles.

H rolled his eyes at the impatience of youth. "The best I can call it is evolution."

The group gaped open mouthed.
. . . . .
Xander was the first to speak. "What do you mean evolution?"

Giles took off his glasses and paced before continuing. "You all know the theory that the modern man evolved from an ape like creature; the missing link if you will. This is true, to an extent. Many evolved from other creatures, a chosen few from mythical creatures- dragons, griffins, and the like. The Slayer line was one of these.

"What Buffy is going through is like another form of evolution. The primal link inside her is resurfacing."

Willow frowned. "But isn't that devolution?" But Tara had gotten to what Giles was hinting at, "Not to some cultures. To be able to be in human, primal, and in between states is the highest form of being."

"Quite right. Very rarely this happens to Slayers-most don't live long enough. It is seen as reaching the pentacle of strength. If they learn to adapt and survive in their new states, the Slayers become immortal."


Spike watched Buffy while the others continued their explanations. Buffy was calmer now and in fact almost preening. Obviously, she knew when they were talking about her. He felt pride and love for her, she was adapting well to the changes so quickly.

Xander was watching Buffy as well. “Does anyone know how long until she gets all her senses back?”

“I can answer that.”

Everyone turned to stare at the familiar figure of Doyle. Giles spoke, “I thought you died.”

“I did.”

TBC..

The End?

You have reached the end of "Metamorphosis" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 12 Nov 04.

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