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| Current music: | Hotel California |
Close call...
Michael was very upset with me, but he was understanding. No, I didn't tell him what I really did. I made up an excuse about working late at Drinko and forgetting totally about dinner. That covered the fact that he couldn't get me on the phone since they frown upon cell phones in the library. It's not until now that I'm starting to realize just how much he watches me. It's a wonder he doesn't know about what I've been doing already. I guess he can't stick around all the time, he does still need to run the ranch back home as well as take care of me.
Maybe I'm just paranoid, but ever since I admitted to him last summer when I felt that rush come over me, how I found myself much stronger and faster than I thought was possible, well, he's acted different around me. More protective almost. Why should he be more protective? He knows I could win hands down in almost any fight with another person if they should attack me, why does he still get so worried about how late I'm out at night? Maybe the protective instinct never goes away from the people who helped raise you, no matter how strong you feel.
Maybe I should come clean and let him know why I have these powers. I hate keeping from him the knowledge that I'm a slayer, but I know he wouldn't understand why I risk my life like this. He wouldn't listen if I tried to explain how careful I am or why it's something that I have to do or how it's made me feel like I've finally got a purpose in my life. Heck, would he even believe me if I told him about vampires and demons? He'd think I'm crazy that's for sure. I mean, yes, he does know that I'm suddenly much stronger and faster than I was, but he doesn't know just how much. Maybe I'll tell him someday, but now is not the time. I gotta find a better way to break it to him. I mean, what's the use of Batman having an Alfred if he has to keep him away from the secret entrance to the bat cave?
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