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When I first came to Sunnydale I never expected for things to turn out the way they have over the past several weeks. I expected to feel like I did in the very beginning. Resenting my reason for being here even though everyone else in my family seemed to think it was some sort of honor to be given the assignment of watching Angelus. My duty to my people. I see my being here as a duty, but that never meant I had to like it. Sometimes I've wondered lately what Uncle would say if he ever found out just how close to Angelus I'd gotten. Not exactly close, but my watching him from a larger distance was no doubt what he had in mind. The phone call of 'how things are going' will no doubt be coming soon and my telling him that I actually am grateful or even in Angel's debt would not go over well at all.
It's strange to think how my view on this particular vampire has changed over the past few weeks. It started before that night in the library, but that night and the ones that followed had me even more confused about who Angelus really was supposed to be. He was a vampire, but with a soul. That much I knew coming into all of this. The worst of humans have souls. Why would that make such a difference to a monster? So much of a difference that he was now saving people instead of either ignoring or killing them. It's strange, but I can honestly say that I'd feel safer Angel's company rather than some people out there. That's something that I know would raise Uncle's temper.
For the most part I've spent the majority of my time at the school. Whether it be in classes or spending time with Wesley or having a meeting inside the library about a particular demon or problem that needed to be taken care of somehow. As strange as it may sound the life I've had lately has a normality to it. Completely unnormal from anyone else's point of view, but for someone who grew up with legends of some of the worst vampires in all of history then normal takes on an entirely new meaning.
It's strange to think how my view on this particular vampire has changed over the past few weeks. It started before that night in the library, but that night and the ones that followed had me even more confused about who Angelus really was supposed to be. He was a vampire, but with a soul. That much I knew coming into all of this. The worst of humans have souls. Why would that make such a difference to a monster? So much of a difference that he was now saving people instead of either ignoring or killing them. It's strange, but I can honestly say that I'd feel safer Angel's company rather than some people out there. That's something that I know would raise Uncle's temper.
For the most part I've spent the majority of my time at the school. Whether it be in classes or spending time with Wesley or having a meeting inside the library about a particular demon or problem that needed to be taken care of somehow. As strange as it may sound the life I've had lately has a normality to it. Completely unnormal from anyone else's point of view, but for someone who grew up with legends of some of the worst vampires in all of history then normal takes on an entirely new meaning.