Letters 9

Red.

Great last letter. Just thinking about the daft Slayer going mad was enough to put me in a good mood. Not really had a lot to laugh about recently. I'm in the dog house with Dru again. She's is such a demanding bitch sometimes. And the talking to dolls and stars? Loony as hell, if anything I think she's gotten worse these past months and is in a totally different plane. Different world? Hell different solar system. Moaning about trees and fluffy candles, if you ask me, she's lost the rest of her marbles.

There, how's that for honesty pet?

Only for you would I be that honest. Why is that? I have been on this earth for 126 years, maybe more- my maths never was much cop- but you are the only person who has ever inspired me to absolute honesty without threat of violence. If we could bottle that, we'd make a bleeding fortune love.

Now, what's this about you not going to your big party and bash? Bollocks, you go and shame them all pet. You'll be the best looking bird there and put all those that never gave you the time of day to weeping. Buncha tossers.

We're just sorta wandering aimlessly right now, here to there. Venezuela, Columbia, Brazil…pretty much wherever the Desoto takes us, although honesty I think that car's on its last wheels. I'll need to have it totally resprayed and undented, (your damn "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign is sturdier than it looks.) it'll cost a mint unless I can… find a decent Vampire mechanic. evil grin.

How about that Oxford! Well done pet, and as a special graduation gift, you tell me where your uncaring sods of parents are and I'll kill them for you. I always knew you were the clever one Red, now everyone will know. You can go just about anywhere. As long as you tell me where so I can follow if things get too bad here. You need your big bad to protect you.

I was listening to the radio in the car, Dru was passed out in the backseat, and I heard this song and it just reminded me so much of you. Well, not exactly but it made me think of you. It was by Hootie and the Blowfish, which is a daft name if you ask me. Anyway it was called Goodbye. Find it listen to it, just don't go all sappy and girlie on me okay? I miss you pet.

Spike. (The apparently not-so big bad when you're around.)

Willow grinned as she turned over in bed and hugged the pillow to her. She had the song playing in the background. It was a beautiful, if sad song. About not wanting to say Goodbye. It mirrored how she felt about Spike perfectly; she didn't want him to go anywhere. It was gradually dawning on Willow that she was falling head over heels for her pen pal. In his letters, he was sweet and honest and so devoted it was amazing. She looked over at the thick pile of letters on her desk, she had kept them all. There must have been over thirty letters and they hadn't even been corresponding for a year yet. She couldn't imagine living without Spike in her life, even long distance. He was as important to her now as Xander, Buffy and Giles were. Way more important than Cordelia had ever been. She missed him so much. How odd was that. She had only ever seen him face to face twice and both times he had been trying to kill her and now she would give anything to see him.

The song came to an end and she shook off her melancholy thoughts. Spike had eyes for Drusilla. And that was that, he'd been with her for a century and no matter how unhappy he seemed to be, he wasn't giving her up. She was his dark goddess. Willow thought mockingly. Well she'd been in unrequited love before and she could deal, she'd just have to be mature about the whole thing.

She poked her tongue out at the pile of letters.

Spike

That's it! I am fed up of being everyone's darn hostage! What is about me that has "bait" written in neon on my forehead?

First you and then Angelus and then the other Vamp from the alternate dimension and now Faith???

I'm sick of it. From now on I'm going to carry a whole lock picking kit in my pants and then a knife to cut rope and I bet I'll still get kidnapped! Well we had to do this magic mojo on this box that the Mayor had been hot over and Angel had to go rescue Buffy. Leaving me all alone and Faith came and got me. Thanks a bunch- ponce. (Yeah Giles told me what it meant eventually). Anyway so the bitch threatens me and tries to make me feel bad for her. But I told her straight up that she had screwed up any chance of being redeemed, which pissed her off! And hey I levitated a pencil that dusted a Vampire! He was gonna bite me and I was all hey I don't think you should snack on the hostage and then with my magic I levitated and poof! Instant dust. I really should have gotten out of there but I saw these books that were really important for the ascension so I sat down for a read. I know I should have skedaddled but I manage to tear out some crucial pages that have shed some alarming light on the ascension- anyway this box was full of bugs. Bad bugs.

Still we got out okay and we are all intact- although the Mayor did say some nasty stuff to Buffy and Angel about her future and all, him being a Vampire and her wanting kids and white fences. It was cruel and Buffy did her share of crying that night.

I got into Sunnydale U. I got the letter this morning and I wanted to run this by you before I decided. I have the chance to a major Wicca here. Where better than the Hellmouth but also I want to see the world. Don't get me wrong I love Buffy but I can't be her sidekick forever. I'm not even sure that's what I want. I know she has to stay and slay but me? I want a future is that selfish?

Enough about me. How are you? How's the dog house? Or should that be the mad house? And the car? big grin I went and had a look at the Sunnydale sign. They've reinforced it with some metallic backing because some lunatic keep knocking it down… another lunatic keep crossing off the population as well but I don't think that's you. Still never mind. Write back soon okay?

Willow.