Disclaimer: The Buffy characters belong to Joss, the rest belong to me. But I'll share.
Dear Diary,
Boy, does that ever sound hokey... OK, I'll take this seriously and give it a real try. I certainly owe Giles that much. He says it might help the dreams stop. Hard to imagine that just writing about all this will make it go away, but it's not like going to a psychiatrist is an option, now is it? I can just see that conversation. Hi, I'm Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. You've never heard of me? That's funny. I've saved the world for you more times than I can count. They'd have the straight jacket on me and a thorazine drip going before I could take another breath. Nope, this is just one more demon to slay, but now I don't have Spike to watch my back. I never will again. And that's where the dreams come in.
So, where should I start? Do I pretend that this book is a person and treat it like a stranger? Do I talk to it like I talk to myself? Or an old friend? Huh... guess I should have asked Spike when I had the chance. He was always scribbling in something, but I was more interested in other activites back then. Books, bad. Sex, good. Giles always had to keep the Watcher Journals, but those were really dry. You know, three vamps, four demons, a dozen eggs.... Sounds like a Hellmouth shopping list.
OK... a little background. Sunnydale sat on the Hellmouth. What a great idea, build a town on Hell's doorstep, then prop the door open. I'm the Slayer. Well, there's another one too, actually a whole bunch of other ones, but I was the Slayer first. Not that I was the First Slayer, but.... wow, this is hard. I don't know how far back to go. I mean, does this all have to make sense to anyone who picks it up, or is it just meant to be a place for me to write all my feelings down? Like I said, I've never done this before.
Um... I slay vampires and demons, the bad ones anyway. There are some that aren't bad, but it took me too long to figure that out. I have a sister who used to be a Key -- this big ball of green energy stuff that opened a portal to all the hell dimensions, but I died to close the portal. Not that I'm dead... Willow and Tara and Anya and Xander brought me back from Heaven. And now Tara and Anya are gone, Willow doesn't do much magic anymore, and Xander... well, I'll come back to him.
After the Hellmouth caved in, we all moved to this little town near Cleveland called Glenville. It's so strange being in the middle of the country. I grew up in LA and then Sunnydale, which are both in California, so I was always pretty close to the ocean. Now it seems like I'll never see it again. Giles came with us for awhile, but now he's back in England. He was my Watcher. It was his job to train me and do researchy stuff to help kill the demons and the big bads that came to town, or up from the Hellmouth.
When we got here, Willow and I talked about it and decided to let Dawnie, that's my sister, you know, the Key thingie, take her GED even though she's kinda young. Neither one of us wanted to risk sending her to another school that was so close to a Hellmouth. She's really good at languages and translating old texts and stuff so she's taking some language classes online and when she's a little older, she says she's gonna go to college and maybe get a job at the UN or something as a translator. Sounds nice and safe.
Willow got her degree last summer and is working on her Master's now. Something computer-y. She's a TA at the college and they've asked her to stay on as a teacher when she finishes. It's good. She's comfy and the kids love her.
Ever since Xander made that beautiful weapons chest for me, he's wanted to focus on woodworking stuff like that (not for weapons, but for like wedding dresses and china cabinets and tables -- like old fashioned Hope chests). We set him up a shop out in the garage and he's sold a few pieces. They're gorgeous. All carvy and elaborate. He's getting a reputation. People even come looking for him.
He and I have gotten closer since we lost Anya and Spike. He seems to understand and accept Spike more now that he's gone. It's too bad. I think the two of them could have been friends if they had given each other a chance, if he hadn't been trying so hard to protect me back then. Not sure if he was trying to protect me from Spike or myself though. Not sure he even knew. But now we keep each other company when neither one of us wants to face the nightmares. I think we've seen every old movie ever made. Especially the vampirey, demon-y ones.
I guess that brings me to Spike. William the Bloody. For so long I tried to convince myself that he wasn't worth loving, that he was beneath me. I even said that to him. He was so hurt. I felt like a heel, but I couldn't take it back. That would have been showing weakness. Can't have the Slayer look weak. All that lost time. I just didn't think about it back then. After all, Spike was a vampire -- hello, immortal. Had all the time in the world, right?
Dear Diary,
Boy, does that ever sound hokey... OK, I'll take this seriously and give it a real try. I certainly owe Giles that much. He says it might help the dreams stop. Hard to imagine that just writing about all this will make it go away, but it's not like going to a psychiatrist is an option, now is it? I can just see that conversation. Hi, I'm Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. You've never heard of me? That's funny. I've saved the world for you more times than I can count. They'd have the straight jacket on me and a thorazine drip going before I could take another breath. Nope, this is just one more demon to slay, but now I don't have Spike to watch my back. I never will again. And that's where the dreams come in.
So, where should I start? Do I pretend that this book is a person and treat it like a stranger? Do I talk to it like I talk to myself? Or an old friend? Huh... guess I should have asked Spike when I had the chance. He was always scribbling in something, but I was more interested in other activites back then. Books, bad. Sex, good. Giles always had to keep the Watcher Journals, but those were really dry. You know, three vamps, four demons, a dozen eggs.... Sounds like a Hellmouth shopping list.
OK... a little background. Sunnydale sat on the Hellmouth. What a great idea, build a town on Hell's doorstep, then prop the door open. I'm the Slayer. Well, there's another one too, actually a whole bunch of other ones, but I was the Slayer first. Not that I was the First Slayer, but.... wow, this is hard. I don't know how far back to go. I mean, does this all have to make sense to anyone who picks it up, or is it just meant to be a place for me to write all my feelings down? Like I said, I've never done this before.
Um... I slay vampires and demons, the bad ones anyway. There are some that aren't bad, but it took me too long to figure that out. I have a sister who used to be a Key -- this big ball of green energy stuff that opened a portal to all the hell dimensions, but I died to close the portal. Not that I'm dead... Willow and Tara and Anya and Xander brought me back from Heaven. And now Tara and Anya are gone, Willow doesn't do much magic anymore, and Xander... well, I'll come back to him.
After the Hellmouth caved in, we all moved to this little town near Cleveland called Glenville. It's so strange being in the middle of the country. I grew up in LA and then Sunnydale, which are both in California, so I was always pretty close to the ocean. Now it seems like I'll never see it again. Giles came with us for awhile, but now he's back in England. He was my Watcher. It was his job to train me and do researchy stuff to help kill the demons and the big bads that came to town, or up from the Hellmouth.
When we got here, Willow and I talked about it and decided to let Dawnie, that's my sister, you know, the Key thingie, take her GED even though she's kinda young. Neither one of us wanted to risk sending her to another school that was so close to a Hellmouth. She's really good at languages and translating old texts and stuff so she's taking some language classes online and when she's a little older, she says she's gonna go to college and maybe get a job at the UN or something as a translator. Sounds nice and safe.
Willow got her degree last summer and is working on her Master's now. Something computer-y. She's a TA at the college and they've asked her to stay on as a teacher when she finishes. It's good. She's comfy and the kids love her.
Ever since Xander made that beautiful weapons chest for me, he's wanted to focus on woodworking stuff like that (not for weapons, but for like wedding dresses and china cabinets and tables -- like old fashioned Hope chests). We set him up a shop out in the garage and he's sold a few pieces. They're gorgeous. All carvy and elaborate. He's getting a reputation. People even come looking for him.
He and I have gotten closer since we lost Anya and Spike. He seems to understand and accept Spike more now that he's gone. It's too bad. I think the two of them could have been friends if they had given each other a chance, if he hadn't been trying so hard to protect me back then. Not sure if he was trying to protect me from Spike or myself though. Not sure he even knew. But now we keep each other company when neither one of us wants to face the nightmares. I think we've seen every old movie ever made. Especially the vampirey, demon-y ones.
I guess that brings me to Spike. William the Bloody. For so long I tried to convince myself that he wasn't worth loving, that he was beneath me. I even said that to him. He was so hurt. I felt like a heel, but I couldn't take it back. That would have been showing weakness. Can't have the Slayer look weak. All that lost time. I just didn't think about it back then. After all, Spike was a vampire -- hello, immortal. Had all the time in the world, right?