The Change
"How are you feeling, Buffy?" asked Willow.
"I feel good, where's Spike?" Buffy asked looking around the room seeing her mom, Giles, Oz, Willow, Faith and Xander but no Spike. She had woken up fifteen minutes ago, hungry but her mom already had a bag of blood waiting for her.
Willow looked down, "He didn't want to turn you. We begged and pleaded with him until he decided to."
"That doesn't explain why he's not here," Buffy muttered.
"He didn't want ou to wake up and hate him. It would destroy him," Willow continued, "You don't hate him do you didn't want to, we told him to, don't hate him, hate us, we're bad, bad..." Willow looked sheepish, she turned to Oz, "Your suppose to stop me when I do that."
Buffy went on as though nothing happened, "SO he called you all here?"
"We were already waiting Buffster, you sure did sleep a long time," Xander spoke up.
"I have to ask, what happened to me?"
"The demon you slayed blood got into your system and infected you to create a copy of itself by stealing your essence," Giles explained standing beside her feet.
Buffy frowned at the silence that followed, she looked at everyone nervously, "Are you guys ok with my vampy-ness?" Buffy asked.
The group as one responded with, "Yes," "Of, course," "Why wouldn't we be,"
She held her hands up in surrender, "Ok, ok dumb question. Can I talk to Willow alone for a moment?" She asked wrinkled her eyebrows.
"Sure thing. We'll be out here," replied Xander pointing to the door. Once gone, Willow went over and sat on Buffy's bed.
"What did you want? If you wanted to know if your soul was peranent, it is so no amount of happiness can take it away." Willow said perkily.
Buffy smiled at Willow's exberience, "No, thanks but no, I was just wondering why Spike didn't want this to happen to me?"