If It Isn't One Thing...
Why did I ever think, long ago, that coming to LA would make my life easier? *looks out the window, holding Dante*
*brings the snake up to eye level and looks into its eyes* Do you think this is easy? Of course you do. You're a snake. You sit in your water dish and occasionally eat mice.
Oz called and Dylan's not dead. He's in Nevada hanging out with a giant polar bear. (Um, why are there polar bears in Nevada?) I'm relieved. Well, not really. I mean, I'm relieved he's not dead. I'm not relieved that an evil vampiric double ate 90% of Gabe. It was weird knowing that a vamp Dylan was running around...guess that must've been how it felt to Dylan during my little trip to vampland. Joy. Okay, not falling back into that guilt pit.
But Gabe's doing better. Des and I have been pumping liquid-like things into him. I told him I accidentally made him drink windshield wiping fluid...April Fools. I didn't think it was possible to get any paler. Guess that wasn't too funny. I thought it was. Kind of. Okay, not really...Kind of.
I feel bad for people. Des has been pretty down lately with no-where visions. That must hurt. A lot. I wish I knew what to do to help her better. Plus, everyone's been seeing dead people...or at least people they knew before. Demon on the loose, hijinks that aren't so funny ensue.
Ehhh...I'm depressed. This is depressing. Be happy. Be cheery. Pep, pep, pep...
*freezes when she hears a familiar voice*
"Gia? The Council won't like it if we are late for da first test."
Rasha? You're...dead.
"No. Don't eat. They prob'bly drug da food. Come now."
They killed you...the first test...years ago.
Oh...shit.
*brings the snake up to eye level and looks into its eyes* Do you think this is easy? Of course you do. You're a snake. You sit in your water dish and occasionally eat mice.
Oz called and Dylan's not dead. He's in Nevada hanging out with a giant polar bear. (Um, why are there polar bears in Nevada?) I'm relieved. Well, not really. I mean, I'm relieved he's not dead. I'm not relieved that an evil vampiric double ate 90% of Gabe. It was weird knowing that a vamp Dylan was running around...guess that must've been how it felt to Dylan during my little trip to vampland. Joy. Okay, not falling back into that guilt pit.
But Gabe's doing better. Des and I have been pumping liquid-like things into him. I told him I accidentally made him drink windshield wiping fluid...April Fools. I didn't think it was possible to get any paler. Guess that wasn't too funny. I thought it was. Kind of. Okay, not really...Kind of.
I feel bad for people. Des has been pretty down lately with no-where visions. That must hurt. A lot. I wish I knew what to do to help her better. Plus, everyone's been seeing dead people...or at least people they knew before. Demon on the loose, hijinks that aren't so funny ensue.
Ehhh...I'm depressed. This is depressing. Be happy. Be cheery. Pep, pep, pep...
*freezes when she hears a familiar voice*
"Gia? The Council won't like it if we are late for da first test."
Rasha? You're...dead.
"No. Don't eat. They prob'bly drug da food. Come now."
They killed you...the first test...years ago.
Oh...shit.