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This story is No. 5 in the series "Settling down in Cleveland". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: As Dawn and others settle-in for winter in Cleveland, she becomes in dander of kidnapping once more...

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Miscellaneous > Myths & LegendsDmitriFR1884,303022,22019 Mar 1131 Mar 11No



Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but belong to their proper owners.

“Dear diary,

“It’s me, Dawn. It has been several months since we’ve moved onto Cleveland’s Hellmouth and into Cleveland, and how strange these months have been!

“No, actually, Cleveland itself is sort of boring – there’s much less overt supernatural activity, and even Wolfram & Hart, who looked to be so troublesome back in L.A. appear to be somewhat diminished in this wasteland.

“Okay, Cleveland isn’t a wasteland – not really, especially in spring, summer and fall. Right now, though, it’s the beginning of winter, and it’s cold! I cannot shake the dreams that all of Cleveland is just grey skies and concrete-laden streets with snow blizzards howling through them. I am almost tempted to call them Vampire Slayer dreams, only I am not a vampire, just a Key.

“Or, more precisely, also a native of California. There’s no winter per se in California, nor snow, (unless Angel needed to be saved from the harsh light of day, I suppose), and now that we’ve met it, it sort of sucks. I mean, what’s the big noise about it? It’s cold and wet and you cannot wear fashionable clothing!

“On the other hand, as Giles tends to point out when he feels like it, winter means that most of the creatures that need to be slain tend to hibernate instead, creating a lull in the slayage. This piece of news is a good one, really, but sometimes I, I almost want something exciting to happen, you know?

“In any case, dear diary-“

“Dawn!” Faith’s shout came from downstairs, “are you ready to go? School’s starting soon, and I need to pick up laundry for Willow and Kennedy? You coming, or are you taking the bus?”

“Coming,” Dawn yelled back, and safely locked her diary away. It was Monday, and the week was only beginning...

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