Date:	2003-06-19 22:21
Subject:	Hummer troubles
Security:	Public
Mood:	surprised

I was cleaning out my Hummer today. I had 3 bottles of fabreeze and other various airfresheners, and I rented a carpet cleaner from Krogers, yet it still took me most of my free time just to get that dratted garlic smell out of the car! I almost got caught too. I was nearly done cleaning out the car when Michael showed up! He wasn't supposed to show up to cook dinner till the evening. He asked me why I was cleaning the Hummer when his job was to do that for me so I could "concentrate on my homework" as Dad ordered. I made up some excuse about wanting to bond with the car, and I think he accepted it since he laughed and made a joke about me taking his job away. Wheewww! Close call. I'm really glad I had the foresight to unload and hide all the medieval weaponry and wooden stakes that were stashed in the back the other night. I hope I didn't bite off more than I could chew when I agreed to get into this. I think I'll ask Mr. Harris for help in keeping this whole thing from Michael. I hope he's had experience in dealing with this thing.

Date:	2003-06-17 11:36
Subject:	Surprisingly, an even weirder day
Security:	Public
Mood:	anxious

I went to my classes and met Michael for lunch. I tried to act normal but I think he noticed that something was on my mind. He's the only one in my family that knows I don't wear glasses any more and can lift things he can't lift, but can I really tell him about last night? About Mr. Harris and the vampires I fought and the whole slayer thing? I can't pull him into this, it's too dangerous, I'd never forgive myself if he was hurt.

I showed up at 3:00pm at Morrow Library, and Mr. Harris was sitting at the desk like he said he was. I know he wants me to call him Zander, but it's a hard habit to break to not call a faculty member by their surname. He took me down in to the sub basement to a storage room with what could be hundreds of books, and explained alot about what a Hellmouth was, what demons and vampires were, and how to kill them. It was all very interesting. He then took me into the abandoned classroom down the hall and brought out a whole slew of medieval weapons mixed in with a bag full of wooden stakes. He said he didn't have any training equipment yet, so he just had me do various moves and kicks to see what I was capable of. When we came out of the classroom, we met these guys that had apparently followed us down. The first guy was Ramone, a blind man who had found us by the scent of my perfume, and Mitran his Romanian friend. Zander later advised me not to wear perfume as vampires would be able to smell me a mile away. I've never met a Romanian before, he's a very big man, and kind of intimidating, but he says he's a demon hunter, and Ramone claims to be a warlock of some kind. Ramone revealed to us that he had overheard our conversation last night and offered his and Mitran's services to help us, and my watcher reluctantly let them in on what was going on. It's nice to know that I'll have people to help me out since I'm so new to this.

I had to go to chemistry class, then I invited Heather to my apartment for dinner. We met with Mr. Harris at 6:30 and he had me drive up to the big cemetary. When we started walking through the graveyard I heard two people talking and we walked over to investigate. It was this little scrawny guy who was talking to another guy with some kind of smelly stain on his shirt. When Mr. Harris, I mean Zander, heard his name mentioned he approached the two guys, and the little twitchy guy jumps around, yells something at the top of his lungs about a zombie lord, and soaks him in some sort of horrible smelling garlic juice. I instinctually grab the twerp, but I let go of him when I realised that Zander was ok.

I was about to apologize when 4 vampires attacked us! I went after the strongest one, and I was holding my own with him, but he punched me in the face harder that any of my horses have kicked me. It hurt so bad, I've never been hit that hard before by anyone, but I was surprised that I was able to shake it off pretty easy. Mr. Harris seemed to know what he was doing with his axe, but I wish I could've done more to protect Heather and the other two guys. They would've been really hurt had it not been for this girl who came out of nowhere. She drew off one of the vampires, and Mr. Harris sliced off the heads of the other two, and when I finally managed to stake the veteran the last vampire took off running. He almost killed someone and I had to do something, so I took out my bow, aimed, and dusted him with a wooden arrow straight through the back. I'm glad I made such a lucky shot, I've never tried to shoot a moving target before.

I invited everyone to IHOP, even that little twitchy guy. I had Mr. Harris call up Ramone and Mitran too since they would probably want to hear about what happened tonight. At IHOP that twitchy guy, who's name was Twitch (how appropriate), drank a whole pot of coffee. I think I know why he's so hyper now. Mitran kind of embarrassed me a bit by calling the attention of this big man who was sitting by himself at the table. He had a big scary looking gun and wore hunting gear, and seemed a little put off by Mitran's butchering of American pop culture reverences. We invited him to join us at the table, which just added to my stress, since I'm horribly awkward when it comes to social situations. I managed to do just fine though, I think, and Dwane turned out to be a really nice guy. He makes his living as a bounty hunter, which is pretty interesting. Why he needs silver bullets to bounty hunt I'm not sure. Things got tense when he saw my big bruise on my forehead, but I managed to make a good excuse for it, and Bethrial (the girl that jumped in and helped us) made up a really good excuse about how we like to go and get tombstone rubbings. Go Beth!

Before I dropped everyone off, Twitch insisted on stopping at Krogers for more garlic, and Mr. Harris when inside for him since he didn't want the little guy to get into anymore trouble. After I dropped everyone off, my brand new Hummer stunk to high heaven of garlic juice!!! I'm going to have to clean it out myself, because if Michael cleans it he'll want an explaination for why my car smells like garlic. Why do things have to be so complicated?

Date:	2003-06-17 10:07
Subject:	Very very weird day
Security:	Public
Mood:	confused

[*NOTE* This is a fictional account from a fictional character. So don't get weirded out if you read anything about vampires or demons or such]

Today was normal as can be, but tonight was stranger than I've ever witnessed before. I've been having this weird compulsion lately to walk around campus at night. My fellow classmates think I'm insane to do something like this with all the dissapearances this semester, but I feel safe. Michael taught me how to defend myself, and I never go out alone without my bowie knife for protection. Besides, campus is so beautiful at night and I like watching those people who hide in the shadows. Not sure why, I guess I'm curious as to what they hang out for. Tonight I found out. I saw three of the "shadow people" start to walk towards Smith Hall, and I thought I'd follow them to see where they were going. Then I saw this girl come out of the building, and they started running after her! I was petrified that I was going to witness some kind of mugging or rape, so I called out to her as if she was someone I knew, hoping that the three guys would be scared off. It didn't work, they just ignored me. I had to do something, and there wasn't a single MUPD in the area, so I ran after those guys. I know it was stupid, but I had to do something!

When I got there to stop them they turned around to me, but they didn't look normal, they had some kind of halloween makeup or something, but the make-up looked real! One of them lunged at me and I slashed out protectively with my bowie knife. I thought I slashed his throat, and there was a big cut there, but it didn't bleed! This freaked me out, and I was so unnerved that when the other guy tried to hit me I stuck my knife in his throat. I would've been horrified at what I had done but I was too busy fighting the other two off of me. I made another cut in the first guy's neck and it almost cut it off, but he just snarled at me! What kind of person gets his neck nearly cut off yet doesn't bleed and doesn't die? I kicked the third guy and he flew backwards down the hall. Did I really kick him that hard? Then the guy who I had stabbed my knife into his neck spoke! He yelled, "She's the slayer, run!" What's a slayer? Is it some kind of horse training term? Cause I do train horses. I don't think it's an accounting lingo. Accounting isn't cool enough for such a snazzy word.

They two guys with throats that didn't bleed ran away, so I turned and chased after the guy who got kicked down the hall, because the girl had run down that way. I had to make sure that guy didn't get her, so when he started to get back up I kicked him back down and put my foot on his neck so he couldn't move. It's a trick Michael taught me. I asked him why he would want to chase after girls like that when he could go down the street and meet a nice girl at a bar? He didn't seem to agree with me. I didn't really know what to do next, till the girl that had run down the hallway came back and yelled, "hey slayer, catch!" There's that word again. I looked up and she threw me this broken yard stick. I caught it, and asked her why she threw me a yard stick. She said "stake him in the heart!" so I did. Don't know why really, just seemed like the right thing to do at the time, and for some odd reason it turned him into a pile of ash. That was weird I'll tell you that. The girl introduced herself as Heather, and I asked her what slayer meant, but all she replied was, "you don't know?" Huh, even weirder.

I invited Heather to Applebees, and we walked out of Smith Hall towards my car. I'm really proud of it. It's a black Hummer 2 with silver trim. Dad got it for me as a graduation gift because I needed a vehicle that could handle Huntington's streets. They are a hub cap and suspension's nightmare I'll tell you that. Outside Smith Hall stood this guy with a very large medieval-looking axe. I was afraid that he might be another one of those guys, but he didn't have that weird looking makeup, neither did he wear black. Actually, he was wearing a very loud tropical shirt. He sid that he saw two vampires rund from the building and thought that we might need a little help. Vampires? Is that what they were? Do they really exist? I told him what had happened, and he nodded like it was perfectly normal. He also seemed to know who I was. His name is Alexander Harris, but he wants me to call him Zander for short. I invited him to Applebees with us so he could explain everything to me.

At applebees he explained a lot of stuff that I won't get into, mainly about how those guys were vampires, and he was sent by his superior Giles to be my temporary Watcher. Apparently a Watcher is someone assigned to train and advise a slayer. Then he talked about something about how there used to be only one slayer, but then his friend Willow did something and now there are many slayers, and I'm one of those new slayers. Aparently this is why I can lift things so easily. Jeepers, this is confusing. We talked a little while longer about things, then I dropped him and Heather off and went home. I don't know what to think about all this to be truthful. I'm supposed to meet Zander tomorrow at the Morrow Library for training, then he's taking me out to the cemetary for my first patrol. I know what I'm doing might be dangerous, but for the first time in my life I feel like I'm doing something important. Somthing worthwhile. I just hope Michael or Mom and Dad don't find out, or I'll be in trouble.