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Literary Intermezzo Five:
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: Season 6 After a night of Demon Kitty poker
I’ve been back here in hell for a few weeks and yet it feels like each day lasts a month. The only time I feel any relief from the pressure is when I’m with Spike of all people.
Well, not people. That’s the problem. It would be so easy if he was just human instead of a vampire.
He makes me laugh and doesn’t put any pressure on me to be or feel anything. It’s funny cause before I, well, before I died (let’s just say it) he was all about the love declarations. Now that I’m back he hasn’t said it once except with his eyes. Damn he has the most expressive eyes! You can read everything he’s feeling. It makes it hard for me to remember that he’s a vampire and can’t really feel anything real at all.
He cheats at poker! I can’t believe those other demons didn’t catch him either! They play for kittens, not money. I don’t EVEN want to think of why kittens have any value…I don’t think they’re pets, let’s just put it that way. I don’t think Spike eats them. He puts up enough of a fuss over having to drink pigs blood I think cat would be even worse.
Anyway, after a day that was one of the worst so far since I’ve been back, I actually laughed a lot. Somehow just telling Spike about my never ending day filled with speeding co-ed’s, construction worker jerks that made me want to cut their heads off along with the demons that attacked me on the job and mummy hands with a mind of their own in a scene right out of “Groundhogs Day” made me see the humor in it all.
He got me drunk and I liked it. Funny, a guy gets you drunk it’s usually to try something on you. Spike didn’t do that. He just made me laugh and then took me with him to play kitten poker.
I really wish he wasn’t a vamp, then again he’d probably just run away from me or I’d have to hold back like with Riley. I hate this.
“Waiting” By William T. Bloody
My love, with hair gold as the sun
your heart from me withhold.
But I will wait eternally
For warmth to come from cold.
By God above
the walls will fall one day.
Though you fight yourself and you run
your true demons to slay.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/42783.html