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After a week's worth of worrying about Evan after that thing shot at him, I was finally able to get down here to see my sister. It's been a strange few days. I know Evan can heal with the best of them but it didn't stop me from worrying, all the same.
It'd odd. I no longer have a soul and yet I find that I care about people more, especially those in my family. Darla, I think, is taking it more than tough. The thing that shot Evan is the exact image of her son, the exact replica - an alternate version, or so it seems.
We're to stay away from him. That works fine for me - as long as I don't see him, there's no temptation to toss him across the street again.
*frowns*
I worried about Michelle more than ever on the drive down to San Francisco. The link between us only got stronger and I could sense how miserable she was with him, the things he was doing to make her feel like she was worth nothing. I never liked him from the beginning, and I'm now more than certain that he's never liked me.
When I got to the door yesterday evening he all but growled at me. I didn't exactly have to touch him to make my presence known. I explained to Michelle quickly everything she'd need to know before touching him in the way that was really designed to hurt.
Evan told me to leave no witnesses.
This morning, he rose at 8.22. The first thing he did was look at my sister. I've never moved faster than to put that stake right through his heart.
Now, we're waiting for sundown. Michelle has a barrel full of questions - I've always known that look - and to be honest, I'm not sure where I should start explaining. She seems happier now.
She's free. And whether she joins my new family or not, I'm glad I could help.
It'd odd. I no longer have a soul and yet I find that I care about people more, especially those in my family. Darla, I think, is taking it more than tough. The thing that shot Evan is the exact image of her son, the exact replica - an alternate version, or so it seems.
We're to stay away from him. That works fine for me - as long as I don't see him, there's no temptation to toss him across the street again.
*frowns*
I worried about Michelle more than ever on the drive down to San Francisco. The link between us only got stronger and I could sense how miserable she was with him, the things he was doing to make her feel like she was worth nothing. I never liked him from the beginning, and I'm now more than certain that he's never liked me.
When I got to the door yesterday evening he all but growled at me. I didn't exactly have to touch him to make my presence known. I explained to Michelle quickly everything she'd need to know before touching him in the way that was really designed to hurt.
Evan told me to leave no witnesses.
This morning, he rose at 8.22. The first thing he did was look at my sister. I've never moved faster than to put that stake right through his heart.
Now, we're waiting for sundown. Michelle has a barrel full of questions - I've always known that look - and to be honest, I'm not sure where I should start explaining. She seems happier now.
She's free. And whether she joins my new family or not, I'm glad I could help.