Title: The Diary of William Hart
Author: Shiroi Karasu
Rating: R for the moment will be NC-17 soon.
Pairings: *takes a deep breath* S/Ceily S/D S/Aus S/Aus/D Aus/W S/W S/B S/W and finally A/S/W. Whew. Damn Spike gets around.
Disclaimer: I don't own these people. I just want them to have sex. That's all this amounts to. Don't sue me, I'm broke.
Summary: The story of Spike's life from his mortal years, until after Season 7 of Buffy. Yeah AFTER. We all know by now he's coming back. Oh yeah, this is all in his point of view. First person sex, here we come.
Spoilers: Anything and everything pertaining to Buffy. That also includes the book "These Our Actors" (which is if you didn't know a sanctioned Buffy novel centering on Spike and Willow).
Authors Notes: I have no life. I have no beta reader. Much thought and research has sadly enough gone into this. The book mentioned above, isn't the greatest book in the world, but it is highly enjoyable and offers a written version of Spike's making and the early time following it. Anything mentioning his making is taken from here. Uhm yeah. This one's for Taku and Usi who got wide eyed at the pairings list.
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1. An Introduction
Hey Red,
Spike here. As if you couldn't bloody well tell. Who else calls you Red? I'm writing from London, and am planning on stayin here for a few months. You can write back to this return address, and you know you will be writing me back, right luv? I'll tell you more about my new flat in another note.
Now, on to the purpose of this package. Don't worry, it's not a shrunken head this time. I found these the other day while cleanin' out one of my old storage holes, and thought of you. We've been talkin' about my past quite a bit lately and these, well luv, these are my past or accounts of them. Yeah, I kept journals all these years, and if you tell anybody about it, I'll…torture you for a few hours if you catch my drift, pet.
Anyhow. I hope these bloody books quench your thirst for this crap so that the next time we're together we can put that mouth of yours to better uses than talking.
Until then,
William Hart III (aka: Spike, the Big Bad)
~x~
Willow put the letter down and looked at the box that sat before her. When she had first received the package, she had been wary. Spike had sent her several… amusing things in the past. Little trinkets from his recent travels that he thought she would like, or scare her shitless. But the letter that had been attached to the top of the plain cardboard box had ailed her fears of what lay within the box. Of course there could be something else in there….
He had first written a year ago, apparently getting her address from Angel. No one knew how he came back, and apparently only she and the Los Angeles crew knew that he did. Hearing from him had made her so happy, and when he showed up on her doorstep a week later, she was happy enough to sleep with him.
Willow still blushed at the memory of their night together. Before The First, she would have never dreamed with sleeping with Spike. Well, okay, to be completely honest she did dream about sleeping with Spike. She dreamed about it quite often in fact. But, once again he had been in love with Buffy and she had been gay. Apparently him being really dead changed something in him, and when he had shown interest in her she had shown interest right back and they had ended up doing the nasty right there on her sofa. Then the floor. And then her bed…and in the kitchen…
Anyway, he had left a week later, but not after assuring her that he would be back. His last night with her, she had pumped (Did I just say that?) him for information about his past (before they moved on to the more literal pumping of course). Sure, she had read the Watcher's Journals back in high school, but she had always wanted more information on the past of the peroxide blonde's past. Especially after the whole thing with the theatre.
She was happy that he had remembered their conversation and sent the journals. No matter how old she got, she always tended to doubt her self worth, and this proved he cared just a bit.
Willow opened the box and began removing the numerous books that lay within. Some of the books were old but in good condition. At least it seemed he had taken good care of his memoirs. The type of books varied as well. Some were leather bound, and others were your regular old 69cent spiral notebooks. Willow carefully opened the front covers of each and arranged them on the floor in front of her. They dated from 1879 to 2003. That surprised her. How had he gotten the last one out of Sunnydale?
It was of no matter. Willow made herself a hot cup of tea and turned on her reading lamp taking the first of the books into her lap, deciding she had might as well get started. By the amount of books before her, it looked like she had a long road to travel before she would finish.
December 7, 1879-
~End of An Introduction~