i love the way life screwed up the way you look at me

Jun 26, 2004 22:19

I didn't know how our night was gonna turn out last night; Angel was so busy worryin' about Dylan and what he might be up to - which, knowin' Dylan, is a frightenin' thought in and of itself. Can I just say how psyched I am that he didn't come with us to Tibet? That trip was wild enough without addin' in that boy and his hare-brained plans, ya know? Train trips and wolves and ass-kickin' fights, oh my.

Angel and I decided to go clubbin' and stake us some vamp ass, and we ended up having a great time. Real great. Angel decided he was ready to cover up Evan's mark... and I wasn't arguin'. There's somethin' to be said for a guy who can give you that kinda thrill just with his teeth. Yeah. We didn't get much demon fightin' done after that.

Nobody ever made me feel like he does. In this crazy life we have of fightin' and runnin' around battlin' evil, you gotta have something to hold on to. I do. He makes me feel safe. I never had that before.

It's nice.
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