Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight...
Do you consider yourself adventurous?
That's an easy one. Hell, no. I'm, deep down, a scaredy-cat. I was one of those kids who was constantly running into her parents' bedroom in the middle of the night, freaked out because she thought there was someone in her closet. Most times, it was our cat. Others, it was nothing at all. And to this day, if I hear a strange noise, my mind immediately jumps to the scariest possible source, rather than assuming it's just Phoebe prowling around. Or Scott, for that matter. When you live with both a cat and a ghost, you have to expect strange noises.
The word "aventure" provokes images of the unknown. And the unkown, for the most part, scares me. I'm not particularly brave, and I'm usually rather shy, so the idea of doing something even remotely outside of my comfort zone is not a pleasant one. Which, I suppose, might seem strange given the fact that I hunt vampires for a living. Or the fact that I am one myself. And a witch. Really, I'm an embarrassment to the supernatural community. But vampires are a part of my life, so dealing with them, while an adventure to most, is just the daily grind to me. Same goes for ghosts and other preternatural kinds of beings. Throw a bunch of vamps and spooks at me, and I'm fine. Put me in a room full of regular human beings that I've never met before, and I'm a quivering mass of nerves.
All that being said, while I'd prefer to avoid adventure of any kind, my job pretty much guarantees that it'll find me anyway. Vampires are generally an adventurous lot, so by associating myself with them, either as their enemy or as part of their community, I find myself sucked into their exploits. And while this keeps my life from ever being boring, I would much rather spend my nights in front of the television, watching Friends with my cat.
That's an easy one. Hell, no. I'm, deep down, a scaredy-cat. I was one of those kids who was constantly running into her parents' bedroom in the middle of the night, freaked out because she thought there was someone in her closet. Most times, it was our cat. Others, it was nothing at all. And to this day, if I hear a strange noise, my mind immediately jumps to the scariest possible source, rather than assuming it's just Phoebe prowling around. Or Scott, for that matter. When you live with both a cat and a ghost, you have to expect strange noises.
The word "aventure" provokes images of the unknown. And the unkown, for the most part, scares me. I'm not particularly brave, and I'm usually rather shy, so the idea of doing something even remotely outside of my comfort zone is not a pleasant one. Which, I suppose, might seem strange given the fact that I hunt vampires for a living. Or the fact that I am one myself. And a witch. Really, I'm an embarrassment to the supernatural community. But vampires are a part of my life, so dealing with them, while an adventure to most, is just the daily grind to me. Same goes for ghosts and other preternatural kinds of beings. Throw a bunch of vamps and spooks at me, and I'm fine. Put me in a room full of regular human beings that I've never met before, and I'm a quivering mass of nerves.
All that being said, while I'd prefer to avoid adventure of any kind, my job pretty much guarantees that it'll find me anyway. Vampires are generally an adventurous lot, so by associating myself with them, either as their enemy or as part of their community, I find myself sucked into their exploits. And while this keeps my life from ever being boring, I would much rather spend my nights in front of the television, watching Friends with my cat.