Literary Intermezzo Three:
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: S5 after FFL
Disclaimer:All Btvs and Angel characters and rights belong to Joss Whenon and ME, WB and FOX. I own nothing and derive no compensation for the original story ideas using these characters.
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Dear Diary,
I had this bright idea. Find out from the last witness standing how to keep from becoming just another dead slayer. Yeah, right! Like Spike would ever be helpful!
So I paid him to spill. Naturally he took advantage of my good nature. Hit me up for spicy chicken wings! Weird vamp, eats human food.
Sometimes it’s easy to forget he IS a vamp. He hardly ever goes out in game face and doesn’t act like any other vamp I’ve ever met …. Not even Angel. Like I said, weird.
So, between games of pool, expensive beer and finger food I got the story. According to the Slayer of Slayers, one was too arrogant and the other wanted to die. Jeez, help much?
The weirdest part was the way Spike acted. It was like he though it was some kind of date or something. I swear he was flirting and everything. Can I just say how wigged out that makes me? In the alley, after we did some neat sparring while he told me how he killed his second slayer, I thought he was going to kiss me.
Okay, the REAL scary part…I kinda wanted him to. Let me tell you, I booked it out of the alley as fast as my fashionable shoes carried me!
That’s all for now. Gonna check on mom. She’s in her room and it sounds like she’s cleaning or something with all the banging. She’s had a headache for weeks so I can’t imagine why she’s making all that noise. At least Dawn’s already in bed and I don’t have to listen to her whine about everything!
Later,
Buffy, the plan to live forever Slayer
“Slayer” (Beneath me, my ass) by Willima teh Bloody
(editors note: this entry in the journal is difficult to read as there is significant running of the ink. The misspelling of the author’s name is as entered, however. It rather smells of strong alcoholic spirits and that may account for the condition, both of the journal page and the spelling error for the author).
There once was a Slayer named Buffy,
Who acted all special and huffy.
To a vampire in love,
She said she’s above,
When really she’s just far too stuffy.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/41279.html
