Looks like I've got a few challenges to catch up on.
Describe the best 24 hours you ever had
While we were in college, Bailey and I drove down to Key West one weekend on a lark. We wandered around the little island, checked out Hemmingway's house and the southernmost point and all that other tourist crap, then settled down at a cute outdoor cafe on Duval Street and watched people walk by for a couple of hours. It was spring, so the weather was warm without being too hot yet, and the breeze off of the ocean was just cool enough to keep us comfortable. That night, I glamoured our IDs so we could pass as over 21 and got us some drinks, though only one each, since neither of us wanted to get drunk. It was a nice weekend, very carefree and easy. Back then, out biggest concern was passing our next exams or getting to the laundry room when the good machines weren't being used.
I miss those days.
What do you have to be thankful for?
My first instinct is to say nothing. Because I'm still bitter about what Alistair did to me, that I'm no longer mortal, that I have to live off of the blood of others. That I'm a monster.
But when I stop bitching and really think about it, I have a lot to be thankful for. I'm still here. I'm alive, more or less, and I can still see my friends and family, even if only at night. I still have my job because those few who know the truth about me have kept my secret. It's friends like Bailey and Eddie that make me truly thankful. They keep me going, keep me sane.
I'm thankful that my family is all healthy, that my cousin Gavin has recovered from his ordeal last year and bears no ill feelings toward me for my small part in it. I'm thankful that my Aunt Keely finally knows the truth and continues to accept me with open arms.
I'm even thankful for the new family I've made for myself in the vampire community. Raven, Sylvan, Savannah... even Alistair. They've come to mean a great deal to me this past year, something I wouldn't have expected. And while I still resent Alistair somewhat for bringing me over, I understand better now why he did it. He saved me, even though it wasn't in a way I would have wanted. He loves me, and in my own way, I love him, too. Just not the way he wants me to. But I'm thankful for him nonetheless.
Just don't ever tell him I said so. His ego does not need the stroking.
What are your religious beliefs?
I was born a witch. It runs on the Branigan side of my family - my mother's side. It skipped her, but both my aunt and I were lucky enough to be gifted with the powers of The Craft. But despite what some might think, witchcraft and the religion of Wicca are not interchangeable.
I am, however, also Wiccan. It's also something my aunt taught me, though not a religion my mother follows. Wicca is a beautiful religion, full of peace and tranquility. It's a religion that centers around the wonders of nature, that worships the rising and setting of the sun and moon, the turning of the seasons. It is not evil or malicious, and we do not worship the devil. We worship a God and Goddess that embody all the aspects of life on Earth. We revere the four elements of Earth, Air, Water and Fire that make up all creation. We believe that whatever you do comes back to you threefold. And above all, we vow to harm none.