Camped out in Prague - FF - Eternal Slayer (3/?)

["Connor Macbeth" <connor_macbeth@xxxxxxxxx>]

um... hello? Judging by the astounding amount of feedback regarding 
my Fanfic Idea,(namely zero) noone liked it.

I'll come up with Better, I promise. In the meantime...

Eternal Slayer (3/?) - Central Park.
By MacBeth
Disclaimers: see Previous chapters.

Well Diary, I've been living in Mahattan for three months now. 
Ever since Tara and I called it quits. I just couldn't look her in 
the face and tell her the same old lie. Eye contact and saying the 
words, "I Love You" became impossible. She told me that she knew the 
truth. I didn't think that I was that transparent. 
Ever since Buffy leapt from the tower, Tara's been aware of one 
single fact. I Love Buffy Summers. I refuse to use the past tense in 
regards to her. Tara guessed as much, and left for Canadian parts 
unknown. Though on the 19th of June I know she'll be at White Leaf 
Cemetery to hold a vigil for her mother.
Xander I still talk to, he and Anya moved to Hollywood. He now 
builds houses for celebrities. They are expecting twins in four more 
months.
Giles and I are in daily contact. He adopted Dawn, and moved back 
to England. We, and a handful of others, are slowly rebuildng The 
Watcher's Council. Someday, we may even tell them.
Mom and Dad still aren't answering my calls. I honestly didn't 
think they would react like that about Tara. Mom just sat there 
crying, while Dad ranted about how "Bunny" corrupted me. I find being 
disowned to be both depressing and well... Basically depressing. 
I told all of them that I will never set foot in Sunnydale ever 
again. It was no coincidence that I left immediately after her grave 
was desecrated. With no grave, I had no reason to remain. 
So Diary, here we are. After a six hour flight to Seattle, I have 
an appointment with a Watcher by the name of Joe Dawson. Mr. Dawson 
owns a self named bar here in Seattle. He's meeting me there to join 
the New Council, he also has books written on over six hundred 
species of demons. I had better go, no need to be late for my first 
meeting. 

Willow Rosenberg.