Désolé

Rating: PG-13 at the moment

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. They are owned by Joss Whedon, WB, Mutant Enemy, and UPN. Remember, Joss is God.

Timeline: Season Seven. Imagine that in between when Andrew and Anya went to the hospital and Buffy asks Xander to take Dawn away, there's, like, months. This story is in there.

Spoilers: All The Way Up To Empty Places.

A/N: Sorry to all the people who were reading this before. I posted the chapter of the wrong story up. The story you were reading is called Buffy, l'Assassin de Vampire, and can be found by clicking on my username above all these notes.This is the correct story. I am soooo sorry.

Chapter Two : The Diary Entry

Dear Diary,
Here I am, sitting in someone's abandoned house. I have no toothbrush, no clothes, nothing.
That guy who left this house as I was coming in is probably all the way up in Nebraska by now.

What did I do wrong? Am I really that bad? I never realised how bad I was being, how disconnected I was to everyone.
All the potentials are just normal girls, they need support to deal with all this. One minute they're just normal girls, then all of a sudden, there's vampires, demons, evil preachers, and, and, they're part of a war!
And I never even offered any support. Hah. Like they would have taken it. They all hate me, and with good reason.

I'm a dictator, aren't I? Sorry, was.
I don't wanna be like that. I just wanna... sigh it's complicated. I dunno what I want.

I sure as hell don't wanna be the controlling dictator I was before. Nu-uh. No Way.

One thing: I wish they'd told me. I wish they'd told me what a bitch I was being, what a control freak I was being. Yeah, I know it's not their responsibilty to tell me, it's mine to realise what I'm doing.
Gah, I know I deserve this.

I suppose I'd better get some sleep. A lot's happened today. The only thing I can hope for is that Caleb doesn't come and kill me while I'm sleeping.

Buffy