Xander's Diary

Xander’s Diary
Entry 7


Wow, more than two years since my last entry.
So much has happened in the meantime.
I never moved back in with Anya,
I only went back once to get some of my things,
comic book collection and personal documents.
I didn’t take anything else,
I wanted a fresh start without any baggage.

I faced off with Giles that day,
as bluntly as I could I just asked:
„So you’re fucking Anya now?“
I didn’t know the watcher could blush,
or even stutter.
Frantically polishing his glasses
he got back some dignity
and told me he was in love with her.
I am still proud that my face stayed expressionless,
even when I just wanted to roll on the floor laughing.
When I told Spike, he did just that,
rolling on the bed laughing, that is
and in no time I joined his rolling
and the laughter died down to
moans and soft whimpering
when I took his balls in my mouth,
one at a time,
shifting them around with my tongue.

Giles and Anya left for London a week after Buffy’s funeral.
They were very relieved, I think,
they had big fights because of Anya’s pregnancy
and the chances of raising a child on the hellmouth.
They gifted us with the Magic Shop,
it’s good work, Spike and I enjoy it.
The training room is now my work room,
I work with wood,
build everything the customer requests.
Spike is totally in charge of the books
and there is no danger of
him getting ‘too involved’ with magic.
And he opened the shop to… hm…
slightly different customers.

Wi is is still in custody,
a white wiccan something down under.
Tara and Dawn moved there,
they are a ... big support for each other.
Tara is allowed to visit her
every four weeks for a half day,
she always phones me then,
tired, sad and frustrated
and tells me the news,
well, actually she tells me the same every time:
Willow has still not got back her grip on reality,
she doesn’t acknowledge Tara’s presence
only the magic in her and talks to it,
tries to lure it out of her.
The visits always end after only one or two hours,
when Tara is too exhausted to hold her barriers up.
Dawn will not be allowed to visit Willow ever,
the energy contained inside her is without protection.
The wiccan tried to put a protection or a binding spell on her
but the key’s energy removes them immediately.
Looks like it has learned after the ‘tabula rasa’ incident.

Spike and I are mated since 37 days.
And Wesley hates me even more than before.
He nearly died of watcher-y curiosity and jealousy.
It’s not my fault that
the vampire lore limits the mating ritual
- a big orgy fuck actually –
to the membof tof the vampiric family
and the human to be mated.
Angel refuses to mate in general.
Sad really.
I nearly feel for Wesley.
But at least he has that huge dick every day.

I am entirely happy.
Spike is the fulfillment
- in any sense –
I hoped for in all my life.
Since we’re mated,
our relationship is even more intense.
To feel him embedded so deep inside me
- body, soul and heart –
leaves me at peace and smiling like an idiot.
But that’s just what having Spike does to you…

X

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