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Back to normal...sort of.
I've been so busy with patrols lately that I have been unable to update my journal until now, months after my last post. It'll be too long an entry if I talk about what has happened in the usual amount of detail that I tend to describe, so I'll attempt (I am so anal retentive some times) to be as brief as possible:
-Michael found out about my secret, but he wasn't mad like I thought he'd be. Aparently his family line contains many watchers and he was simply sheilding me from the old council so I wouldn't be taken away from my parents like they used to do with potentials. Once he was told of the improved ways of the new council, he was immediately supportive of me since I had chosen to do what I did rather than it was chosen for me. He even supplied Mr. Harris with much valued tomes he had snatched from his father's library and gave me some beautiful old weapons to help me with my new "career". That night felt like I was having a coming of age party, like a Barmitzva, except that I'm Presbiterian...and 19....and a girl. This was such a load off my shoulders, and I feel closer to Michael than I've been in 2 years now. I'm closer to him than I am my father at many times, because Michael was always there to raise me when mom and dad were away. I mean, I wish I could've seen Dad more often, but I know he has another family too that needs his attention. And all mom does when she's around is complain that I'm not social enough with the right circle of people. I don't want anything to do with those airheads at the countryclub outside of business. It's worked out for the best though. I've always got Michael, and it's good that my parents haven't come around yet. It would just further complicate things.
-We defeated our first "big bad", but why am I not happy? Mr. Harris says that I should be proud about my part in saving the world from yet another apocolypse, but there was too much crap that happened in the aftermath for me to really sit down and reflect on a "job well done."
-Mitran broke his neck killing that sorceror. I was so afraid that he was going to be killed himself, but luckily the damage wasn't great enough to permanently paralyze him. He's even walking now with the aid of a cane and is out of the Hospital! Yes he can be quite the jackass at times, but he and I have made amends, and once you get past that wisecracking exterior he's a very honorable man, and I respect that.
-Dwane is out of his coma! This is such a relief, he was always the voice of reason amongst all this madness, and I'm so glad he's back. He seems so sad too. I wish I new what had troubled his mind so as to trap him inside it, and it feels like he's still dealing with it too. Maybe he just needs time. I will try to make him as welcome back as possible.
-Twitch's soul got trapped in this robot he had made in his likeness when he got knocked into a coma. Oh God, I just read that sentence I typed, and it still wierds me all the heck out. I mean, this really disturbs me. Don't get me wrong, it's great to know that Twitch is ok, sort of, but now he can't go to school and can't get money off his parents because they still think he's sleeping. He can't touch, taste, smell, it's got to be having an effect on an already eccentric kid. Ramone needs to find a way to put Twitch's soul back in his real body soon. I'm sure Ramone can find a way, can't he? Aparently the Twitchbot can generate energy by burning about 10000 calories, so I've been supplying him with 5 large supreme pizzas a day. I'm the only one who can afford to feed him, and it's the least I can do.
That's one of the reasons I've been going out on patrol alone. Mr. Harris says that I'm ready for solo patrolling now, and I'm really glad about this change. Noone else needs to be put in danger like they did before. The graveyards are so lonely without someone to talk to, but I really couldn't deal with another of my friends getting seriously injured. I can deal with the pain, I heal fast, but they can't.
Plus it hasn't been as lonely as I thought it was, because another slayer came into town. Her name is Jane, but she's gained the nickname Calamity. A PACK of werewolves chased her in from Tennessee and we would've been kibble if it wasn't for the silver bullets of a paranormal detective that came into the area. We 3 escaped back to Morrow (not before the packleader left quite a scratch on my chest) and are currently setting up a trap for this pack. I poured the entire bottle of peroxide over that "scratch" and it fizzed like crazy. Who knows where that redneck's claws have been *shudder*. This is why I'm more of a cat person.
-Ramone and I haven't really been spending much time together, and I don't really know what's wrong besides his unwillingness to make the first move in our relationship. Why do I always have to be the one to come over to him or ask him questions? Sometimes it feels like he's dating me because of another reason other than he likes me. I know that sounds silly, and I'm probably just imagining things, but this "mysterious aura" that he constantly projects is starting to annoy me. Plus we haven't really been alone together much. Everytime we have alone time it's always after I've been frustrated or worked up by some big battle; are we possible of alone time without that?
I'm tired of waiting for him to make the first move. After we dispatch of this werewolf infestation I'm going to make a move. I gotta think along the lines of how Ramone thinks, if I can figure out what that is. For instance, I know he really looks up to Mitran, kinda reminds me of the kind of friendship that those hobbits had in the Lord of the Rings movies. Maybe I need to be more strongwilled and asured of myself. Maybe that's what Ramone's been waiting on for so long, for me to make the first move!
-Beth is still missing too. This really worries me. What happened is that Nick Parker got zapped into Morrow by the sorceror and Beth attempted to kill him. I tried to talk sense into her but got thrown across the room as a result. She's so strong, stronger than me I fear. And now she and Nick both are missing. I don't know whether Nick's somewhere plotting another sceme or if Beth's gone off the deep end or if Beth has Nick captive, I don't know what to believe. Beth's called into Morrow on the odd occasion to check in on what's going on. We've been keeping Twitch's robot status a secret, much to Twitch's annoyance. And she's made every indication she can over the phone with Heather to make sure it's known that she doesn't like me. She still thinks I "betrayed" her friendship by stopping her from killing Nick. What does she think she did when she threw me into a wall?
I don't know what to do. Heather and Mr. Harris fear that she might go evil, and that scares me more than anyone, because of what I might have to do. I'm a slayer. It's my job to slay all evil supernatural beings. Beth is undead, and she tried to kill a human being. Technically I'm supposed to slay when supernaturals do that. But she and I were friends. She fought side by side with me against all sorts of badness. Could I really ever bring myself to fight her if things ever came to that? Thinking about this possibility makes me sick. I've been having nightmares about it all too, and sleep eludes me on occasion. Fortunately I don't need much sleep. I need to know what Beth is up to. I need to know what side she's on.
-Oh, and this guy has been showing up at Morrow and bumping into me on campus, and he's a real jerk. I broke up a fight between him and another guy that would've ended in them both getting arrested, but of course he decides to insult me instead of thanking me, even later when the reality of the situation finally set into his head. I've been as polite as I could despite his insults about my intelligence amongst other things, but if he keeps pushing I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.
Oh, and I think he may be a totem warrior like Robert and Danielle. What's his totem animal, the JACKASS? I'm not gonna let him know who I am though. I'll be damned if I have to deal with another wisecracking slayer hater in this group. *sigh* I'm sorry for that sudden outburst, I'm just worn from worry. I'm going to try to find a free weekend so I can take the boat out on the water with Ramone or something. That way we'll be able to spend some alone time and I can get my mind off of everything that's been bugging me. I need to recharge before I loose my temper and make things more tense than they already are. Mr. Harris says that I have to show leadership. I'm going to try my best to handle my problems on my own.
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