Day 8

Dear Diary,

A new guy started working at the comic shop today. A really short guy, goes by the name Oz.

Turns out he's a huge music nerd, and the music shop he was working at just closed down.

Also, he lived in Sunnydale up until a couple years ago.

"Yeah, speaking of Sunnydale, it got destroyed last week," I mentioned.

"I heard. Hey, do you know if a girl named Willow survived?" Oz asked.

"You know Willow?" I asked.

"Yeah, we dated for a while," He shrugged. "You know her?"

"She helped destroy it," I reply.

"Did she like, go evil or something?" He asked, eyes widening.

"No, no, no," I reassured him. "Well, for a while, and she killed my sort of boyfriend because he killed her girlfriend and all, but no, we actually destroyed the Hellmouth,"

"Slow down, bro," He said, motioning for me to calm down. "She actually went evil?"

"Yeah, for a bit. It was a few months ago, but yeah. You see, me and these guys Jonathan and Warren plotted to take Sunnydale over," I started.

"I'm assuming you guys failed," He laughed.

"Yeah. Well, Me and Jonathan did. Warren, who, by the way, I was completely in love with, tried to kill Buffy, but instead killed Willow's girlfriend Tara,"

"Wait, Willow's actually gay?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Okay. Continue," he said, exhaling deeply.

"And the Will went all dark and almost destroyed the world and nearly killed me and Jonathan, but Xander stopped her with words and stuff," I explained.

"Wait, Jonathan's the really short guy, like, my height, right?" Oz asked.

"Yeah, he was," I nodded.

"Was?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Long story short, the Hellmouth made me kill him in order to summon an uber-vamp," I said, half lying.

I killed him on my own free will.

"That sucks," Oz said.

"Yeah. Buffy and Willow and Dawn and Xander and Anya found me and sort of made me their prisoner," I said sheepishly.

"Anya?" Oz asked.

"Yeah, she was an ex-vengeance demon. She died saving me from the First," I said solemnly. I felt a tear running down my cheek, and I bury my face in my hands to regain my composure.

"Sorry," Oz said sympathetically, rubbing his neck.

"Anyway, these guys called the Bringers started killing potential slayers, so they started moving them into Buffy's house to train them to fight the Bringers' boss, which we called The First," I made sure to add melodrama to 'The First'.

"Wow," Oz said.

"Yeah. And then Faith joined our team, and then the Principal of the new high school joined the team, and then WIllow did a spell to make all of the potential slayers actually slayers, and then we kicked the First's ass, well, except Anya and Spike didn't make it," I accidentally said that whole sentence in one breath.

"Spike?" Oz asked, raising both of his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah, Spike has a soul, and he died destroying the Hellmouth," I explained.

"I've missed out on so much," Oz says. "Back when I was in the Scooby Gang, Angel was the only vampire with a soul,"

"Yeah, you have," I said. "And you knew Angel?"

"Yeah,"

"Oh. Cool. I heard Buffy mention him, but I've never met him," I shrugged.

"I should probably mention I'm a werewolf," He replied.

"Oh, you are?" I asked.

"Yeah. That's why I had to leave Willow. I couldn't control myself. Now I can, but I lose it when she's around," Oz explains.

"Oh," I responded.

Well, I should probably go. Me and Dylan are going to watch old superhero cartoons.

They probably won't compare to the real superheroes I've met. No Superwoman will ever be as cool as Buffy or Willow or Faith or any slayer or Dawn or Anya. No Batman can ever top Xander or Principal Wood or Spike.

I wonder if I could be called a super hero someday.

Goodnight, diary.