My name is Alexander Lavelle Harris, but just about everyone calls me Xander. I live in Sunnydale California, work in construction and side-kick for The Vampire Slayer.

 

I’m also Spike’s Claimed and being with him is the thing that matters most to me. He put the L in life, the double P in happy and the triple Z in sizzzling. With him I feel special…am special and I owe it all to Buffy. Yep, because of her, I went from hating Spike’s guts to loving his bad self.

 

"Xander!"

 

“In here, Spike.”

 

"So you are. You get past 'I'm Xander Harris' yet?"

 

"Right now I’m snackish, did you get the soda and the tortilla chips?"

 

"How about you put the shopping away while you’re snacking and I have a go at this…red light means it’s recording, yeah? Right then…"

 

I'm Spike and I’m a vampire. I'm also Xander's master, no that's misleading because he masters me in so many ways too. All I can say is that I went dimensional sliding with a pain in the arse and came home with…well, a pain in the arse. Rise above the gutter people, I don’t mean that…although between you and me, Xander’s amazing at being that kind of pain in the ass. I love him and with him I am loved, thanks to The Slayer. Fancy that eh? Buffy found me love. The saga began…

 

"Spike! This is my video diary, ergo my story."

 

“Uh, our story. I’m in it too.”

 

“Fine. Our story and we’ll tell it together. Scooch over…shall we start at the beginning? With Glory?”

 

“Yeah, I’ll go for that. So, Glory aka Glorificus the Bane was…”