Part 5
"Dear Diary, I feel so lost. Everything I am has been compromised by this new threat, and I feel as though I am slipping backward into some black abyss. A female vampire has come into my life and menaced my sense of duty, my very sense of self. I no longer have confidence in who I am, or in my place in this world.
"Though oddly, I feel drawn in by her. I am soothed by her voice, her accent, her essence. Something about her makes me feel as though she is right – we are kindred. I want to believe in what she says, I want to get lost in her green eyes – why? Is it true that my power comes from darkness, and being beaten senseless by an evil fiend is attracting me somehow?"
"Do you really expect to find real answers in a diary?"
Buffy looked up from her writing, unsurprised to see Ogha Dunver standing beside her. She was sitting at Giles' desk in his home, only just now noticing that the sun had come up. "It's not my diary. It belongs to Giles. I'm just borrowing it."
Buffy put down her pen and smiled. "How did you get in here?" she asked. "I couldn't have invited you – this is not my home."
"It is your home, more and more," Ogha answered, circling around the desk to stand in front of Buffy. "This is your domain, where it all happens."
"Well, we don't have the library anymore."
"I'm not talking about this house."
"All right then," Buffy said, standing to look the other girl in the eye. "How did you get in here?"
"I didn't come here, I was brought. I keep telling you, we are the same. I'm not choosing to visit your dreams any more than you're choosing to visit mine. We are drawn to each other."
"Because we are daughters?" Buffy asked, hesitantly.
"Because we are daughters," Ogha confirmed.
"Of darkness?" Buffy asked.
"Of something else."
"What?"
"For that, you'll have to consult the writings," Ogha said, gesturing to the open diary on the table.
"I thought you said that the diary can't answer questions," Buffy protested, her bottom lip protruding like a disappointed little girl's.
"I didn't say that. I merely asked if you expected it," Ogha explained.
"I didn't expect answers, I only wanted to ask questions and talk about my problems."
"So it's all about you, then?"
"I know, I'm selfish and short-sighted," Buffy said, shamed. Then, suddenly, she asked indignantly, "Wait, are you telling me to get over myself, and I'll find the answer? Is that what this is all about?"
"No, I'm telling you to go further into yourself and you'll find the answer."
"Into myself?"
"What's in the diary but yourself? Isn't that what a diary is for?"
Buffy hesitated, confused by the other girl's revelations. She read over what she'd written, and she didn't see the answer. "I still don't know."
"Look back a bit through time, love. Keep watch. Learn."