Property of:
Dawn Marie Summers

Dear Diary:
I think it's time I say I officially hate Sunnydale. Ugh, all these nasty creature things keep popping up, mostly vampires. This is sick wrong. Mom always told me I was from NYC. And I always believed her. Until I found out I was The Key. Pure magic. I bet NYC is better than the Hellmouth...

Dear Diary:
I ran into Spike today. Evil nice dude. Oh, did I mention he's a vampire? I, personally, wanted to stake him on the spot, but Buffy needed info out of him. She said she'd stake him afterward. Needless to say, Spike isn't dust in the wind. If he weren't already dead, I'd kill him. I hate him that much. I wish I could dust him...

Dear Diary:
I got to slay a totally eek-worthy demon today! I'm so proud of myself. I think it was called a Hiroshu demon, or something like that. I don't remember. I just know that victory is sweet, especially when it's against a big bad like a demon. Next, I think, I'll slay a vampire...

Dear Diary:
Update on yesterday: it was a Hiroku demon, not a Hiroshu demon. Some ancient Chinese evil or something. I swear, Giles speaks English as a second language. His first language is Weird Magik, Legends, and Stories. Sometimes, his dialogues get so complicated, I actually fall asleep. If I ever have a hard time getting to sleep, I'll just call Giles and have him come over and tell me a nice bedtime story about the mechanics of a Hazu demon...

Dear Diary:
I can't believe Buffy sometimes! She actually had Spike babysit me! In his crypt! Major Ick-Factor! The worst part is: he invited a bunch of his friends over, had me go out and buy a bunch of kittens, and played poker for them. That's just wrong, man...

Dear Diary:
Buffy didn't come back yesterday. I think she forgot about me. I had to stay the night at Spike's. The only cool thing is: I got to stay up till 3 in the morning watching a cartoon marathon. Spike's okay sometimes, it's just the whole Mr. Reflectionless bit that gets me. I guess he's cool...

Dear Diary:
I know it's been forever since I've written, but I'm sure you'll like the reason. Sunnydale went poof and it took me 3 hours to dig this diary out of the rubble. Up until then, I hadn't had a moment to myself, what with sharing my room with 8 other girls, The Hopefuls as Buffy called them. Spike went poof too, the crazy git. I really miss him. I think I was falling in love with him. Oh well. At least he finally got his place in Heaven...

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A tear fell onto the page. Dawn closed her diary, tucked it into a shoebox, stuffed the box under her bed, and lay back. It had been a whole year since that last entry. Now she lived all alone in L.A. with a memory of the past tucked under her bed. After reading through her diary, she really did miss Spike. Once she had opened it, she felt the wind whistling through the hole he'd left in her life.
Dawn was pulled out of her reverie by a knock on the door. "I'm coming, hold on." she yelled, wiping at her eyes. The knock sounded again, a little louder and more desperate than before. "I said hold on, you impatient freak!" Dawn screeched, tripping over her tennis shoes in the living room and falling flat on her face. She gott up quickly and stumbled to the door. Bypassing the peephole, she opened the door. "I told you I was coming, you impatient freak." she said, not even looking up.
"Well, if that's the way you treat old aquaintances, I came here for nothing, Umad." the person at the door said. Only the gang from Sunnydale knew about the whole Umad episode they'd had when Willow accidentally placed an amnesia-style spell on the group. And the person's voice sounded disturbingly familiar...
Dawn looked up. "Spike?" she asked. The person definitely looked like Spike. He even talked and remembered like him. Spike reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. "Yeah. Finally found you. You're a slippery little git, Dawn. Took me almost a year to find you." he said, giving her an intense stare that seemed to read her soul. she shivered slightly under his stare, willing herself not to faint. "I missed you so much, Spike. You have no idea." she whispered. He half-smiled and muttered,"I do have an idea, more of an idea than you know, Umad." Dawn invited him in and they sat on the couch to reminisce.