You let him squirm. You hear me, Pet? Let. Him. Squirm.
Who cares if the Poof didn't actually do anything to deserve it? I say let him squirm.
I know you don't mean that he saved Rebecca Lowell – "On Your Own" was canceled a season and a half ago! She's quickly turning into a nobody, that's what. If she doesn't get some sort of deal with someone soon, her career's going to bust like a vein.
I went onto the Witch's computer and looked at the Calendar section – sure enough, that was your elbow. I didn't see any mention of Peaches, though – bet his knickers got all twisted by that. I bet he came off all Joe Stoic about the whole thing before he realized that there wasn't one mention of him in the story.
Every vampire has that ability, Pet. Some of them (not me) just don't know how to use it. The only thing it doesn't catch is steroids, which, apart from being stupid, really just make you taste bad.
The Poof's been insane. He's just not so insane that you can tell unless you know him, much as it pains me to admit it.
Shame on him for bringing the Wicked Witch of the West into it; she was the worst demon in Oz.
If Angelus was in town, I'm glad I wasn't. But I'm sorry you had to go through that again, Pet. It wasn't easy the first time around, and I don't blame you for thinking about it every day. Oh, but we had fun back then…before he started screwing Drusilla. Then he just got annoying.
Nice backbone for splashing him. Shame it wasn't actual Holy Water. You do realize that now, in case something like this ever happens again, he's not going to believe that it's Holy Water? I say go get that stuff blessed and just keep it on hand. He'll never not believe you again.
How often have you chained him to the bed? Sounds like kinky fun.
And like I said: you let him squirm.
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A/N: I know I've probably lost some readers, but I sincerely hope you've stuck with me. I last updated this story on November 18, 2013, which seems like ten years ago. Just after finals, which were in the first week of December, I was going to write a Secret Santa piece which had a deadline of January 6. I had planned on writing it the weekend after finals, and then I was going to write this letter.
The morning after my last final, I got a call about 5:45. My Mama was calling me to tell me that my Granny died. All thoughts of writing flew out of my head. I packed a bag, hopped in my car, and drove to my Mama's apartment. Once there, we hopped in her car and drove through five states to be there with our family.
Since then, I had a weird Christmas and New Year, I learned that my parents are getting divorced, and school has started once again.
Stress has been paramount. It's late, but I finally had an idea of how I wanted to write this letter. It hasn't been seen by anyone but me, so any mistakes are of my own doing, and I would love for you to drop me a line and let me know of any you see.
If you get a chance, drop by cmol8806's profile. She has some awesome stories, and she's fabulous.
Thank you all. I hope you stuck with me and enjoyed this letter. I'll make the same statement I've always made: I make no promises.