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Looks like it's going to be another red letter holiday at the Summers' house.
It didn't start out that way. I'd been crazy busy the past week or so. First finals, which I think went okay (although my final story for creative writing was a little lame--it would've been much more realistic if I could've interrupted the romantic scene with a vamp attack, but I thought better of it). Then work at the Magic Box, and thank God Anya stuck around for the really busy shopping days, because I would have gone bonkers if I'd been there by myself last weekend.
Then shopping. I got a couple of small things for Willow for Hanukkah, although sadly could not manage to find something for all eight nights. But hey, she's getting Christmas stuff, too, so I don't feel too bad. We decorated the tree Sunday night--I swear, that always reminds me of Mom more than almost anything else, especially the perennial angel or star decision. And bringing out the ornaments I know were her favorites. Dawn seemed to enjoy it, although I got the sense her mind was somewhere that was else a lot of the time.
Actually, it was a hard getting into the mood, after the headline in the Sunday paper about an attack on one of the campus frat houses. And it's never a good sign when bodies disappear from the morgue, so I started doubling up on my patrol time.
Not that I wasn't already on edge after Xander told me Maddie was missing last week. But I thought if she had her first vamp encounter, maybe she just went off to stay with some friends or something. Sometimes you just have to get away to deal, you know? He seemed really freaked, though, so I did the usual shaking down demons for info bit. Nothing.
The headline yesterday? Just about made me sick. I kept hoping it was a sloppy police-type case of mistaken identity, but it was so...certain. I can't imagine how horrible Xander must be feeling--I'm glad Will went to be with him. Riley said he was gonna check out the scene, so I've been patrolling every inch of town, there's got to be some clue about what happened to her. Who or what did it.
Finding that who or what to pummel and/or slay wouldn't hurt, either.
Tara wants to have everyone get together for Christmas Eve after the services tomorrow. I'm not sure it'll be very comforting, but I guess it's better than us all dealing with this alone. She's right, we need to be there for Xander.
It didn't start out that way. I'd been crazy busy the past week or so. First finals, which I think went okay (although my final story for creative writing was a little lame--it would've been much more realistic if I could've interrupted the romantic scene with a vamp attack, but I thought better of it). Then work at the Magic Box, and thank God Anya stuck around for the really busy shopping days, because I would have gone bonkers if I'd been there by myself last weekend.
Then shopping. I got a couple of small things for Willow for Hanukkah, although sadly could not manage to find something for all eight nights. But hey, she's getting Christmas stuff, too, so I don't feel too bad. We decorated the tree Sunday night--I swear, that always reminds me of Mom more than almost anything else, especially the perennial angel or star decision. And bringing out the ornaments I know were her favorites. Dawn seemed to enjoy it, although I got the sense her mind was somewhere that was else a lot of the time.
Actually, it was a hard getting into the mood, after the headline in the Sunday paper about an attack on one of the campus frat houses. And it's never a good sign when bodies disappear from the morgue, so I started doubling up on my patrol time.
Not that I wasn't already on edge after Xander told me Maddie was missing last week. But I thought if she had her first vamp encounter, maybe she just went off to stay with some friends or something. Sometimes you just have to get away to deal, you know? He seemed really freaked, though, so I did the usual shaking down demons for info bit. Nothing.
The headline yesterday? Just about made me sick. I kept hoping it was a sloppy police-type case of mistaken identity, but it was so...certain. I can't imagine how horrible Xander must be feeling--I'm glad Will went to be with him. Riley said he was gonna check out the scene, so I've been patrolling every inch of town, there's got to be some clue about what happened to her. Who or what did it.
Finding that who or what to pummel and/or slay wouldn't hurt, either.
Tara wants to have everyone get together for Christmas Eve after the services tomorrow. I'm not sure it'll be very comforting, but I guess it's better than us all dealing with this alone. She's right, we need to be there for Xander.