I had a long entry to write. HAD. It was going to be about Slash, about the week we've had, about my plans for him and with him. About how he makes me feel, the way he makes me react.

It was going to be complicated, and express my feelings and emotions, and it was going to be very in-depth. I'd already started writing it in my head before I even left the parking lot of the apartments he lives in.

I had been going to write all that. Maybe I will, eventually.

For now... I just got an email that drove all thoughts of it out of my head. Collar meat. Prey. A tasty morsel, something I could catch and consume, devour... no. That's not all.

Part of it - but then, it is always part of it, for me.

And for weeks, months, nothing from him... then this. I thought I used excellent bait, thought my hooks were hidden well. I am, it seems, overly-proud of my skills. He... gah.

One of the best compliments I have ever gotten.

One of the most disturbing, too.

And I still remember the way he growls... the way he talks, short, clipped phrases, as if he fears to let too much of himself pour into our conversations. I still remember talking with him. Talking to him.

I still remember how very angry he managed to make me.

I still remember how much I had been looking forward to talking with him again, until... never mind, until what. He knows. I know. Most of you know, I ranted about it.

I still remember him.

And now, it's the only thought in my head for a moment. Hell, at least it's a break from reuniting drama and from worry about Kadin and Elru. It's a pleasant change.

Right?