Diary of Watcher Christopher Mark Burden

My name is Christopher burden and I am a Watcher. Yes, I know I am fairly young for a Watcher, 25 years old, but it's a job I enjoy. I have worked hard to be able to work with that one girl. The job every Watcher dreams of from the moment they joined the council. Today, I will meet my Slayer and then the hard part begins.

Her name is Rivana and she is amazing. I call her Riven, which means Myst, and she calls me Kit. Don't ask me why, she just does. She is strong and amazingly fast. As her training begins, I see her eager to learn. She's wild and rebellious with a nasty bad girl streak but at the same time she's enjoyable to have around. She seems to favour quarter staffs and crossbows over any other weapons. Riven is quite resourceful, she'll fight with shovels, chairs, and even a bucket. Her fighting technique consists of mostly of acrobatic moves. I am training her to hone that skill and work on her reflexes. In no time she'll be the perfect Slayer.

It has been two weeks since I began training Riven. She has grown in strength and personality. Her reflexes have greatly improved. If I threw a knife at her then she would be able to catch it in midair. She continues to call me Kit despite my constant objections. Now, I seem to be fond of the nickname and only complain through tradition. I won't even try to explain the bond between Slayer and Watcher. She seems to be almost like family to me and I can't bear the thought that she is going to leave me one day. Even though it is forbidden for Watcher to have emotional attachments to their Slayers I can't help but fall in love with Riven. I can't admit my feelings to her for fear that she won't return them. What's a watcher to do?

Spike flipped through the rest of the book. It mostly said things of her improvements and her training. Sometimes it gave deep descriptions of the vampires she fought and how she beat them. Weapons she had mastered, moves she had learned, demons she fought, and ritual they had discover was all listed here. As Spike read he realized each word glowed with love and admiration for this Slayer. At the middle of the book Spike felt he had known Christopher and Riven all his life. The Diary told of there lives, both personal and everyday Watcher/Slayer stuff. Finally, with only 7 pages left, Spike really got into this story.

Its night and a storm is raging outside. They came for her. This group of vampires and they took me as well. I sit with chains bound to my ankles. Riven is unconscious beside me, her hands and feet tied with thick metal. She tried to protect me but they were too strong. I have only been training her for several months and she wasn't ready for them. They let me write in this Diary as a record of their evil. Their leader, Rascon, approaches my brave Riven. She opens her eyes and glares at him. He just smirks and grabs a handful of chains. He hoists her to her feet like a puppet on strings. My heart breaks for my Slayer. She struggles as he turns her around but I can in her eyes that she had given up. Acceptance of Death is the one thing that kills Slayers everywhere. My strong, brave Riven waits as Rascon plunges his teeth into her neck. She meets my eyes and I plead for her to keep fighting. Her eyes narrow in determination. She won't give up and she'll fight for me. She sinks her own blunt teeth into the hand of her enemy. Too hard, she draws blood. I can see it on her lips like a dark red stain. She sees the sorrow in my eyes as she drops to the ground. Who knows what will happen when she awakes. I struggle to run to her side but the chains hold me in place. I whisper her name over and over again. My poor sweet Riven is dead. The rain falls gently outside, echoing my pleading cries.

Spike brushed the back of his hand over his eyes and wound them wet. He was tearing up and didn't care. This story was tugging at his heart. He couldn't believe he was getting sentimental over a Slayer and her Watcher, but he felt a deep love for the girl even though he had never met her. Spike set the book down for a moment trying to take in what he had just read. He wished he could have met Riven before she died. He had fallen in love with a character from a Diary and was cursing himself for it. She was dead but still his foolish love remained. He knew all about this girl, her life, her thoughts and every little detail about her. Spike was about to go back to the Diary when a loud bang came at his door. He quickly shoved it under his chairs cushion and went to answer the door. After pulling the stone lid away he opened the door a crack. He was trying to avoid the sunlight that was streaming through the gap. Giles pushed himself in and shut the door behind him. "I seem to have misplaced something and I was wondering if you knew were it was" Giles asked kindly. He was trying his best to not sound critical. "What?" Spike demanded his mind still lost in the Diary. "A Watchers Diary, it is fairly important to me" Giles explained. "No, I haven't seen it" Spike scoffed. He wanted Giles to leave so he could read the ending of the Diary. "Spike, please, if you return it I wont get angry" Giles pleaded. "Oh like that's what I'm worried about" Spike mocked. "Spike, NOW!" Giles shouted. Spike stood in shock. He didn't think the Watcher could produce such a sound. "Just one more day," Spike pleaded seeing the desperate look in Giles eyes. "You're reading it?" Giles gasped. It was the Watchers turn to be shocked. Spike gave a curt nod. "Tomorrow at Dawn" Giles commanded "and not a minute later." Spike smirked as the Watcher left. Quickly, he settled back into his chair and pulled out the book.