Such great individual voices, all looking at the same thing and yet seeing differences.
“Oh, but don’t worry. He’s got a chip. And a soul. Though that hasn’t stopped him from killing and siring half the population of Sunnydale. But Buffy knows what she’s doing. Probably. At least, everyone says that she does, and, admittedly, the world hasn’t ended yet, though there’s a first time for everything, and…”
Ah, Anya.
watching Buffy and Spike spar has always sort of freaked her out. The way they move? Like they’re reading each other’s minds, all Borg-like? Really weird. They’re totally into it, but they aren’t hurting each other. And the weirdest thing of all is the way their eyes light up, like they’re having fun.
Sorry, love, he said. I don’t speak Chinese. But I wish I did.
Shades of Spike the Slayer Killer
Even though the unspoken love thing is a little cliché, she gets the whole Buffy-loving-vampires thing—and Dawn says that she loved another one before. And the other one was brunet, so it’s like Buffy got Louis and Lestat. And if you have to be all in love with someone? It might as well be a vampire.
So adorkable
That’s what’s so scary about him when Buffy gives him the command to attack, even if it is just for practice: one minute he’s still as a statue, the next he’s…launching himself into motion so suddenly that it’s almost more terrifying than it is graceful.
Pay attention ladies
Spike waits a moment longer, but Kennedy could have told him he won’t be getting anything else out of Dawn. Out of all the girls in the house, Dawn’s the one who’s the most self-contained.
“Right, then,” Spike says, and he starts to walk away.
“Spike,” Dawn calls out suddenly, right before he swings onto the motorcycle. He turns to face her. “I’ll take care of her.” Ah, Dawnie
But there’s a new kind of loneliness in Buffy’s eyes, one Faith hasn’t quite discovered for herself yet. She quietly thanks Faith for the advice with a simple, “You were right.”
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“Oh, but don’t worry. He’s got a chip. And a soul. Though that hasn’t stopped him from killing and siring half the population of Sunnydale. But Buffy knows what she’s doing. Probably. At least, everyone says that she does, and, admittedly, the world hasn’t ended yet, though there’s a first time for everything, and…”
Ah, Anya.
watching Buffy and Spike spar has always sort of freaked her out. The way they move? Like they’re reading each other’s minds, all Borg-like? Really weird. They’re totally into it, but they aren’t hurting each other. And the weirdest thing of all is the way their eyes light up, like they’re having fun.
Sorry, love, he said. I don’t speak Chinese. But I wish I did.
Shades of Spike the Slayer Killer
Even though the unspoken love thing is a little cliché, she gets the whole Buffy-loving-vampires thing—and Dawn says that she loved another one before. And the other one was brunet, so it’s like Buffy got Louis and Lestat. And if you have to be all in love with someone? It might as well be a vampire.
So adorkable
That’s what’s so scary about him when Buffy gives him the command to attack, even if it is just for practice: one minute he’s still as a statue, the next he’s…launching himself into motion so suddenly that it’s almost more terrifying than it is graceful.
Pay attention ladies
Spike waits a moment longer, but Kennedy could have told him he won’t be getting anything else out of Dawn. Out of all the girls in the house, Dawn’s the one who’s the most self-contained.
“Right, then,” Spike says, and he starts to walk away.
“Spike,” Dawn calls out suddenly, right before he swings onto the motorcycle. He turns to face her. “I’ll take care of her.”
Ah, Dawnie
But there’s a new kind of loneliness in Buffy’s eyes, one Faith hasn’t quite discovered for herself yet. She quietly thanks Faith for the advice with a simple, “You were right.”
For once, Faith really wishes she wasn’t.
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