Today was just another normal day at the beginning. True, I spent last night spilling my life story to a 240-some-year-old vampire, but other than that…well…

 Giles discovered a new prophecy. I know, nothing new, but it still pertained to us, and were thus obligated to check it out. Giles was having some difficulty translating the Gaelic, but I helped him out some. I didn’t, however, tell him about the knowledge spell I had cast three weeks ago to speak simple Gaelic. I’m pretty sure he’d have a fit.

 Anyway, he and I managed to completely translate it, and not only does it affect me, but if affects Angel. It’s an ancient prophecy saying that Angel and I will become lovers and enemies off and on, depending on the phases of the moon. Chances are I’ll lose my virginity the first full moon, then get killed the first new moon. So this is a big problem.

 Angel, Giles, and I told Buffy and Xander. Xander tore out of the room. He was really upset. But Buffy totally flipped, practically accusing me of trying to steal Angel from her. But last I checked, the two were hardly a couple. Then again, I’ve been so caught up in my own situation with Oz that I…

 OZ! Oh my goddess, Oz! How am I supposed to tell him that Angel and I are…an item? What are we, anyway? Lovers? Enemies? I’m so confused…why me? Why did it have to be me?

 Angel and I kissed. How’s that for a bombshell? We were talking about stuff, and then I just couldn’t take it. Some sort of force –magic? love? – made me leap from my seat towards Angel. And he jumped towards me, and before I knew what was happening, we were kissing each other. It was amazing – better than any kiss I had ever shared with Oz or even Xander. His arms were so strong, and he held me so close, I felt like I was walking on air while kissing him. It was pure heaven…

 And now I feel guilty. Oz is my boyfriend. I love him. I went through a lot to get back together with him…and now that I have, I have this stupid curse on me and Angel. I suppose I’m supposed to look on the bright side, that maybe Oz will understand. Or at least I know Angel, and it’s not some stranger or even…ew…Snyder. At least it’s not Angelus.
 
I’m going to try to get some sleep now. The bed looks so cozy, I’m just dying to curl up in it and forget today happened. Until tomorrow.

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 I sit here wondering what the hell just happened. No sooner do I walk into the library do I find that I have been cursed again, this time with Willow. The two of us are destined to become an odd couple none have ever seen, at each other’s throats one week and in bed the next. Had I been in any other situation, it may have been humorous, but at this present time, my wit and whimsy have deserted me. Had it been another vampire, I could have easily had Buffy stake her and be done with the whole ordeal. But I cannot simply stake Willow, for Buffy would surely have my head. However, Buffy is angry with me for the curse with Willow, and she does not realize how neither of us had any choice in the matter. Buffy was extremely irrational tonight, and that experience probably influenced my actions towards Willow this night.
 
We sat for nearly an hour after Buffy had left, talking about the curse and how we were going to handle it. Suddenly, I felt some sort of power begin to course through my veins. I realized Willow had leapt to her feet, and I kicked away my own chair as I stood. Her deep green eyes were nearly glowing, and I grabbed her into my arms and kissed her. The experience was as if God had forgiven me for my crimes and had accepted me into his golden streets of heaven. As I sit here, writing, I wonder if the curse had affected the impact of that kiss, if the mystical energies flowing through me are what caused those minutes to become days of bliss.

 In order to find the answers to those wonderments, I would first have to decipher my own feelings for the red-headed Wiccan. Those are jumbled already, without the help of this blasted curse. Willow has saved me numerous times, sometimes just by seeing her smile. She is a perfect companion, well-versed in the demon world, innocent and yet not entirely pure. Now that I bring myself to find these qualities in her, I understand the feelings of resentment I had towards Buffy earlier today.

 Whatever my feelings are, I still need to feed, so I bid adieu for tonight.

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The Diary of Buffy Anne Summers
Dear Diary,

 Willow stole my boyfriend. Somehow, both she and Angel have been cursed and they’re supposed to screw. Angel’s mine. Mine! We’ve gone through too much to be stopped now. How dare she? How do we know that the little witch didn’t cast that spell herself? Exactly. We don’t. However improbable it may seem, I can’t help but think Willow’s been waiting for this. Just waiting for a chance to steal MY boyfriend. Well, she won’t get away with it. I’ll find a way to break this curse, you’ll see. You’ll see.

  Luv,
   *Buffy*

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 Yea, I know a napkin I found on the street isn’t the best thing to write a heartfelt journal entry on, but I figure, what the hell. I need to write, so I’m gonna write. Willow’s gonna shag Angel. They’re gonna go at it like dogs! And then they’re gonna kill each other. Great day, huh? My Willow, with that blood-sucking demon, just waiting for some fucking curse to come by and get him to fuck Willow like there’ll be no tomorrow. I can hardly bear to picture my Willow shagging that vampire. That demon womanizing son of a >

 < Shitty napkin tore. Angel’s gonna die. That bastard first seduced Buffy, and now he’s going after my Willow. I’ll see myself dead on the ground before I let him ever even touch her again. It’s not gonna happen. I’m appointing myself her own personal bodyguard, whether she likes it or not. There is no way she is gonna fuck him. Not if Alexander LaVelle Harris has anything to say about it. If I can’t have her, that son-of-a-bitch born-again-demon can’t, either.

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 The curse has been developing faster than I assumed. After witnessing it at work myself, I fear that this may be a catastrophe within our small group. The fact of Angel and Willow being a…couple…itself is disastrous, but the reactions it has bred among us are explosive. I fear Buffy’s reaction to this situation, as she is closest to Angel. Xander also may become violent. More shall unfold in time, I suppose.

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