|How things change...
||[Oct. 26th, 2006|07:49 pm]
This Dark World
Wes says doing would be good for me. Keeping a detailed record of the things we do in New York City. I guess I can come back from time-to-time and look through it and remember things. Not that I have a bad memory. I don't know. Maybe he's doing it as some sort of punishment because I spilt water on one of his books.
I'm a Slayer, and this is my Slayer Diary. No, not diary. Diaries are pink books little girls write in and draw hearts on. This is a journal. How adult does that sound?
My first Watcher died so mom and I moved to Sunnydale. Not because my Watcher died, but because my parents split up and mom wanted a new start for us. And along with that new start came a new Watcher. God, she was a hag. She was mean to all of us, and lectured me for hours about my true calling.
Finally, the Council bought a clue and fired her. That's about the time Faith showed up but this isn't about Faith. It's about Wes, who became my new Watcher. Sure, he was all stuffy, but he was a lot nicer than that other one. I can't even say her name without shuddering. Anyway, Wes was a lot nicer, and better on the eyes.
Faith didn't like him, but I did. As did Cordy, who batted her eyelashes a few times and soon Wes was all over her. Will said I was jealous, but I wasn't! At least not that much. Okay, I was really jealous because I wanted Wesley to look at me like that!
Long story short, we destroyed the school. And along with destroying it, we closed the Hellmouth for good. Faith went to prison for murder, Will went to Stanford, Xan stayed in Sunnydale, and I moved to New York City to go to Columbia University.
New York City is amazing with all its different cultures. It also has some nasty vamps, which I met two weeks after moving here. I really thought I was going to get away from slaying here, but I guess not. And to make matters worse, there was something strange going on and I knew I couldn't handle it myself.
I thought about calling Angel, but he would've brooded instead of helping so I called Wes. And he came out to help. That was a year ago.
I can't believe it's been a year.
Not like Wes and I have been together this entire time. We did get an apartment together because it's hard to hide my weapons in a dorm room. The apartment's nice, but kind of crowded. We bumped into each other a lot. And that high school crush? Yeah, it was still there and that made living with him even harder but I managed...almost.
We were busy though with fighting off demons and vamps. It was hard to go to college and be a Slayer so I cut back on the class load. Wes and I even started our own little business. Clients meet us at O'Dell's Coffee Shop. It was hard at first but now people respect us and are always asking us for help. And we make money, which is always of the good.
As for Wes and I...well, it took us a while to get there but we're finally dating. It was weird at first but now it's good. There was a lot of giggling but we got over that. And we no longer sleep in different rooms. And I'm sure you didn't need to know that. But, I like him...a lot. More than a lot. I love him but I just haven't told him yet.
And I'm so sure this isn't what this journal is for. I'm probably supposed to be recording all the big beasties we've killed. I can't help it! I'm a girl...in a relationship...with a hot British guy. Can you blame me? After crushing on him for almost two years, we're finally together. And he's not Angel.
With a sigh, Buffy closed the journal and stretched out on the bed. Wes and her had just gotten back from killing a Sl'tek demon, in the rain. It's been cold and Buffy had went straight to bed to warm up. Once she'd gotten settled, she finished with her calculus homework and picked up the blank journal.
Now, she was wondering why Wes hadn't came to bed yet. After setting the journal on top of her school books, she slipped out of the bed. She shivered again and picked up the blanket and wrapped it around her body. Buffy didn't know if she'd ever get warmed up.
Stepping out into the living room, she smiled when she saw Wes on the couch, surrounded by books. She went over to him and sat down beside him. "Why haven't you came to bed yet?" she asked as she picked up one of the books and made a face at the picture in it. "You would want to look at this than cuddle with me?"
She gave him an amused look before softly kissing his cheek.