Buffy,

I'm leaving now. I know you hate me, you've made that clear from the start. I
suppose it was stupid of me to think that anything could change. I don't have
anything else to say to you. I'm moving to LA, thought I might try and stir up
some trouble there for the Dark Hair Product Avenger.

You know who I mean.

William

*****


To Angel,

This is a warning. Spike is coming to pay you a visit. If you want to know why I
don't just phone you, it's because it's easier to write than talk. You'll understand. I
hope everything's going okay, and that Cordelia and Wesley are working hard...I
can't believe I just used the words Cordelia and working hard in the same
sentence! About Spike…he can't hurt humans, so don't kill him.

Buffy

*****

To the love of my life,

I will mince with my words in this letter...I will never get to the point and dance
around the subject of our forbidden love. Spike is safely here in LA…he brings
with him *sob* memories of our ill-fated romance. I am having trouble with
Drusilla and Darla…whilst I feared Spike may join their side he HASN'T…he has
HELPED OUT. I have fallen out with Wesley, Cordelia and my new associate
Gunn. Wesley borrowed my mousse without asking…and that was the final
straw. I have locked myself in my room.

I long to see you again,

Angel *look at my stupid girly fantasy name*

*****

Spike

I am really mad at you, if I was there I swear I'd have beat you up. That letter was
private and it was addressed to Angel, not you. Still, I suppose the fact that you
opened his mail and sent a reply shows that he hasn't staked you. I guess this is
the last time I'll ever speak to you.

Good luck.

Buffy

P.S. You're wrong. I don't hate you. You're way too pathetic.

*****

Slayer,

Drusilla is dead. Darla's still on the loose.

Spike

*****

Spike,

I heard about Drusilla from Wesley. He rang Giles about it. I don't know why you
wrote to tell me, but…I'm sorry.

Buffy

*****

Slyr,

all this is YOUR fault, you stupid bitch if dru din't see you laughin' all round my
head in brasil, she would STILL be alive and with me i'm so bloody unhappy and
it's ALL YOUR FAULT

Spike the poor bastard you screwed up

*****

Spike,

That's my first hate mail. You sure know how to make a girl feel special…I
assume you were drunk when you wrote it as it didn't make ANY sense at all. I
never went to Brazil, and I've never laughed around your head. I haven't even
laughed at your head. Trust me, it isn't even remotely funny. I also don't get why
you blame me.

Buffy

*****

Slayer,

I was drunk. And forget it. Just forget it. I've stopped helping Angel and his Fang
Gang, in fact I'm thinking about moving back to England. It'd be nice to get away
from here…nice to hear people speaking proper, watch the footie, catch up on
better times with me mates...oh yeah. The chip isn't exactly going to make me
very popular, is it?

It's not fair. I don't have anyone any more. And no-one wants me. No-one likes
me best. Maybe I'd be doing everyone a favour if I just went and sat outside until
the sun came up.

Spike

*****

Spike,

DON'T KILL YOURSELF. I rang up Angel and sent him after you, because this
letter won't get there for a while. You're wrong. Harmony likes you better than
anyone else...she wants you…and although that's a very depressing fact, I hope
it cheers you up. I'm not even going to try and explain to myself why I stopped
you from getting an extra crispy tan. Maybe it's because I feel a little responsible.

Look, I haven't mentioned this before, but…when you told me that you loved me,
I think you knew I wasn't suddenly going to fall into your arms. There's one thing I
want to know.

Why did you tell me?

Buffy

*****

Slayer,

I was drunk.

Spike