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Literary Intermezzo Two:
Summary: A peek into the Diary of Buffy A. Summers and the Secret, Highly Confidential Journal of one William T. Bloody, these volumes were discovered in the rubble that was once the town of Sunnydale, California.
Setting: Post OMWF S6
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Dear Diary,
Idiot vampire! It was just a kiss and I’ve created a monster. Okay, already a monster, but now he’s MY monster. Gaaaaaahhhhh.
Why does he always have to do something sweet just after I’ve TOLD him there will never be an US?
Today, again, he showed up for patrol. I have to admit I like his company and we kick serious demon ass as a slaying team. I started to feel comfortable, happy even. I could feel myself forgetting what he is, all he’s done.
He handed me that stupid bunch of flowers. I know he snatched them from some grave, but it was still sweet because I had just been saying how no one ever gave me flowers.
I almost didn’t listen to my usual sane self reminding me that it would NEVER work. I’d lose everyone in my life and then he’d leave too, cause they all do when you dare to care.
I was okay with the kind of alone in heaven, cause, hey… not really alone, you know. But I can’t survive here if I’m alone.
If I let myself just go for it that’s where it will lead.
So, Buffy, remember this and say it to yourself often:
He is dead. He is a corpse (ewwwwww), he is a thing. He can’t feel anything real. He is evil, a serial killer. He only thinks he can love. It’s wrong.
So… why does it feel so right?
Buffy
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Warrior Maid by William T. Bloody
My love, with fists annointeth me,
She lays me still and bare.
How sweeter would her kisses be,
Would she but only dare.
Alas, her demons do her slay.
Could I but kiss them all away,
T’would prove I’d ne’er betray.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/41195.html
