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Alex's Dream

The lights down low, the curtains drawn. The scent from the red roses on the vanity fill the air. Quiet now, hidden away in the bedroom. Finally alone together. Red satin dress and a white button-up shirt lay next to each other on the floor.

His lips so soft, his body so warm. Sweat trickles down his bare chest. Pupils dilated in passion.

So eager. He yearns for it. Willing prey, he lies down on the queen-size bed.

Desire burns. Take him. . . .

Oh, ambrosial lust! Feels so good. So easy. . . .

Take him. . . . Take him!

“No!”

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Alex's Diary 5

Music: Evanescence

So, it’s been about four months since the duel and Harper’s passing, and things have actually been kinda quiet. Until today, when once again the proverbial crap hit the fan.

First of all, there’s a new warden in town. I guess he’s supposed to fill Harper’s position, but of course no one could ever replace him. His name’s Cyril Stafford, from England. Angel insisted on meeting him at the train station today to introduce ourselves. I don’t think Siegfried and Murdock were too thrilled about meeting Harper’s “replacement.” I know I wasn’t. But the meeting was pretty civil, until guess who shows up. My father, Giovanni DeLicci. He personally invited us to a ball at his estate taking place tonight. I refused, of course. I despise going there. The others are going, and Angel even enlisted Siegfried as her bodyguard for the event. I think she’s getting too friendly with him. I caught her tempting him as they were getting dressed for the ball. I swear I’ll kill her if she tries that again. . . . .

I’m getting tired of these jobs she’s having me do also. Today, Murdock and I went talk to a guy that had been bothering one the girls at the Arctic club. When we got to his house, no one was home but there were three dead bodies in the bedroom and blood all over the room with some strange symbols. More weird stuff, big surprise. Tonight, I’m tasked with breaking into a “bank” that father uses as a front for his business. Just hope it goes better than the last time I broke into a building for Angel. With any luck, no one will try to kill me this time.

And speaking of people that might want me dead: I got a visit from Suki this morning. Yeah, a dangerous, manipulative, scary fairy chick was in my house. She demanded that I stay away from Siegfried. Way too possessive. She did, however, make me a pretty tempting offer. She offered me the one thing I want more than anything in this world: to be human. Suki promised that if I never see Siegfried again, she could cure me of my vampirism. I’m still not sure if I’d take her up on the offer. I don’t even know if she can really do that. Give up seeing Siegfried to be human? Not sure if I want to give him up. . . . .

Well, I gotta get ready to break into a bank. Guess I should return Justin’s call also.

“Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you, and you still won’t hear me.”

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Just After The Duel...

Siegfried stormed away from the freshly flash-frozen raceway, seething with impotent rage, his eyes burning with moisture. He was dimly aware that someone was shouting behind him, but did not turn. It wasn’t the voice he wanted to hear, so he focused on the odd tingling in his hair and the extra effort it seemed to take just to walk in his now apparently mortal body. It wasn’t until the voice was suddenly right next to him that he gave a sidelong glance to his left and saw Murdock standing beside him.

“Hey, Siegfried,” the park ranger shouted, apparently a little agitated at being ignored, “You forgot this.” In Murdock’s hands was the oppressively large and morbid Jotunsen heirloom sword, Vhitingr. Siegfried took the offered blade by the hilt and looked at Murdock with an incredulous, evaluating stare. Ever stoic, the werealligator didn’t seem too broken up about Harper’s death at first glance, but the trembling of Murdock’s chin and the tension in his jaw became noticeable under extended scrutiny.

“Uh, thanks,” was all Siegfried could think to say. He then thought of more, but was promptly distracted by the feeling of a thousand daggers piercing his hands and wrists, with thousands more starting to carve their way up his forearms. The savage cold washed over him like a tide, and he limply dropped the sword to the ground, giving a choked cry of pain. The icy burn immediately began to subside, then, as he rubbed his hands and stared at the weapon in utter confusion.

“Dude, what’s wrong,” Murdock asked, looking equally dumbfounded by the event.

“Just keep that thing the hell away from me,” Siegfried growled, and then stubbornly returned to walking off to Odin-knows-where.

“Jesus. What the fuck ever, Zig,” cursed Murdock in sheer exasperation. Friendship and understanding only went so far after the strain of the day’s disastrous events, and Siegfried’s fit was not helping Murdock’s mood. Quite the opposite. The weregator grabbed the sword and held it up, making a nasty face at the mercenary’s retreating back. Murdock felt nothing from the sword that would cause him to drop it. Quite the opposite. It thrummed with potential that urged him to keep it. To wield it.

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Alex's Diary 4

Music: Schiller

It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything, and I finally found the desire and the time to write again. A lot of big things have happened recently and I feel that I need to get it all out on paper.

For starters, I’m living with my sister Angelina now, helping her with some things. I know I’m probably crazy for doing it but at least she despises father as much as I do. Of course, that’s pretty much where our similarities end. We definitely don’t see eye to eye when it comes to the treatment of humans. It’s been a challenge living with her, but not all bad, I guess. I’ve got access to more resources than when I was living on my own. I even got a new car, which hopefully won’t be destroyed anytime in the near future. And another somewhat positive note: while on an information gathering mission for Angelina, I managed to take out one of our other sisters, Natalia. She tried to shoot me, so I crushed her head in, and now world is free from one more vampire.

However, I think my sister is influencing me more than I thought she could. I still think I’m fairly disciplined when it comes to my Hunger, but Angelina has been tempting me a lot, having me go to her club, bringing home extremely attractive men. She keeps pushing me to feed, giving all sorts of reasons. I guess that feeding more often would help me keep up my strength that I’ll need to defend the community. . . . I still have my job at the strip club, and I haven’t taken anyone’s life with my feeding, but sometimes it just feels harder and harder to maintain control. I don’t want to hurt someone. Like maybe Siegfried. . . . .

Siegfried. He finally had his duel with his family’s rival. He didn’t win or lose, but he’s now mortal. He gave up his magical abilities and his faerie birthright and became human. Not sure if he ever had thought about doing it before, but I think Harper’s death influenced his decision.

Yes, Harper is no longer with us. While at the duel, we were ambushed by some Black Court vampires. Harper sacrificed himself to save us. I was never particularly close to him, but I’d like to think that he was my friend, and I do miss him. Just can’t really believe he’s gone. We couldn’t bury him or anything because the White Council came and took his body. We all will mourn him, of course.

Now I don’t know what to do, what to think. I feel kinda numb, I guess. All these changes are weighing on me, and I don’t know how long I can bear the pressure. My mind keeps going back to Harper’s death. . . . and the memory of Siegfried’s kiss. . . . Guess I should listen to that voicemail he left me. . . .

“Thoughts of you by my side are starting to fade. I know that you should be mine so I won’t let go.”

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A Message in Alex's Voice Mail

“Hey…It’s Siegfried. Uh, I guess your phone probably told you that already all the other times I called. And hung up. Sorry. …Damn, this isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. The answer machine, I mean. You texted me about a service for Harper. I’ll go, but I feel…I don’t think I could talk about this when we were remembering a man. …I didn’t want to say it when he was lying there, either. It wasn’t the time. …I kissed you. That’s what I want to talk about. …I did it because I l-…you’re beautiful. You’re a good fighter. Everything you do is graceful. You’re dangerous, but don’t want to be. …I don’t get it, but it’s…interesting? Anyway, yeah…Bye.”

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Alex's Diary 3

Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any crazier I get kidnapped. By Siegfried, of all people.

I don’t have my diary (or anything of mine) with me right now but I have to get some thoughts written out. Borrowing a notebook from Justin.

So apparently, Siegfried was hired by someone known only as “Boris” to kill me. I suspect that this “Boris” is working for someone else, maybe my family. Anyway, I guess Siegfried, Murdock, and Harper came up with a plan to kidnap me and fake my death, and then keep me safe until they could figure out who put the hit out on me. Like I’m a helpless princess or something. I was kinda perturbed that they didn’t run the plan by me before randomly breaking into my apartment, throwing around smoke grenades, and knocking me out to take me to a “safehouse” in a storage unit. I may be young, but I’m no damsel in distress. I left the storage unit when I could and met up with Justin. However, Murdock and Harper managed to find me, using some sort of tracking spell presumably. They demanded that I go with them. I know that they were just trying to keep me safe, but Justin didn’t know who they were. Trying to be protective, he threatened them with a gun. It was tense, but we all ultimately made it back to the storage unit unscathed, Justin in tow because he refused to leave me.

Siegfried was at the safehouse, completely beat to hell. Apparently some crazy stuff went down at the hotel when he headed back to Boris to discuss the job. Instead of finding his contact there, Siegfried clashed with some SWAT guys in what was apparently a pretty tough fight. I feel bad that he went through all that for me, but I didn’t really get a chance to talk to him then. Had to distract Justin while Harper performed some sort of healing magic on Siegfried. Afterward, Justin suggested we use his place as a safehouse so that’s where we are now.

Having a non-clued-in human around kinda complicates things. We have to dance around certain topics of conversation or leave the room to discuss things. I don’t think we should tell him anything, and I hope he doesn’t get involve more than he already is. I especially don’t want him to know about me, what I really am.

On a lighter note, Siegfried made me breakfast this morning. That was unexpected, but nice.

Today, I guess we’re trying to figure out our next move. Well, I guess I’m not moving anywhere for the time being.

Yeah oh, and my car was destroyed. Again. They freakin’ blew up my car! Don’t know how I’m going to explain this one to the insurance company.

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Siegfried. Psyche.

North wind! this hurts! Bullets coming at me. Jumping out a tenth story window. Stupid. No vest a thousand goddamn bug bites.

Grenade launcher is gorgeous. Should call it Alex. …Doing all this for her. More than I’d do. for anybobdy.

Why?

What the hell am I thinking? Nothing with my brain. apparently. …No. More to it than that. She makes me feel better. Worse. Both. About everything. About me.

Shit. I love her.

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"Melvin's Journal"

My therapist at the VA told me to do this. She insists that it will help me to get my “thoughts in order” or some bullshit. I told her if I wanted to chronicle things, I’dve been a fucking accountant. Besides, I do enough writing in my goddamned lab! Heh- if she only knew what I’ve actually been up to while my fellow old farts were greasing up with Ben Gay and playing shuffleboard.

Well, here goes:

The shop’s doing well- 4th of July weekend always brings in all those wonderfully patriotic rednecks that live out west looking for more firepower. I finally got to pay off that merc I hired to help me deal with that nest of BCVs in Lake Worth. Trust me, you don’t wanna keep a guy like that waiting for his payment. I don’t think even those high-ups in Edinburgh could do shit about a bullet they didn’t see coming. That’s no way to go-no time to even let loose a death curse. Lucky for me, this Ziggy guy was willing to take part of his payment in “store credit”.
This may be the beginnings of a nice business arrangement.

I’ve also had some dealings with a WCV girl from the local “Family”. She’s not so bad, for a succubus. In fact, her spunky nature reminds me a lot of my Abby. I feel sorry for her.
(well, how about that shit? – that didn’t quite hit me until I wrote it down. Maybe my therapist isn’t so full of shit after all…)

Donnie’s finally getting the hang of running the place without me being there. I frankly don’t know why he puts up having a crabby fuck like me as a boss; he’s either a glutton for punishment, or he’s got a lot more character than I give him credit for. He’s a good kid.

The Green Jeep is not doing so well- that’s partly my fault, and partly the fault of that Ranger from Johnathan Dickinson. I should remember to ask him if he knows some good fishing spots.

The job is, well, the job. The “forces of darkness” have yet to back off the local population, although there seems to be some serious shit cropping up in my backyard as of late. Shit I’ve only heard of until recently.

Well, I didn’t watch my fellow mortals die face-down in the ectoplasm to let them win now.

(I guess I’m supposed to do this “every once in a while”, but we’ll see how that goes. God- I hope nobody ever finds this shit)

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Alex's Diary 2
Music: Evanescence

Good news and bad news, although more bad than good it would seem. The good news is that we managed to take out a Denarian: a nasty monster possessed by a fallen angel. It wasn’t an easy fight, especially trudging around in the sewers, but we killed it with the help of Shiro who is apparently part of a group called the Knights of the Cross. He took his leave of us after the fight, which is just as well since I’m not super-comfortable around the extremely religious. Harper knocked himself out with a crazy-powerful spell and Murdock had to leave after the battle for park ranger duty. Fun times. When we finally tried to actually get home and get some rest we found that our tires were slashed. Terrific. But we managed to get the van and Siegfried’s bike towed and get a cab back to my place. We took some much needed showers and changed.

And this is where the bad news starts.

We caught a news report on TV while at my place stating that a psych professor at my school had committed suicide. There have allegedly been other suicides in the area very recently. Fantastic. Also, I received a letter saying that I apparently didn’t get credit for one of my classes. Awesome. After such riveting news, I decided to take Harper and Siegfried back to the armory since that’s where their vehicles were. Well, that was a big mistake. When we got to the armory we were attacked by two flying invisible beasts. Harper protected with some fast thinking and made a magic circle around us and my car. We made a break for the armory and got inside behind Harper’s wards where we thought we’d be safe. I recall getting a horrible headache and laying down on a cot. But the next thing I remember is waking up in the morning strapped down to the cot with heavy-duty canvas straps. Siegfried is laying on an air mattress near me with a big wound in his back, claiming that I had stabbed him. I honestly don’t remember it happening, and I thought they were joking at first. I hoped that they were joking. But Harper wouldn’t let me go until he checked me out, so he performed what I guess is called a “soulgaze”. I don’t know what he saw but he decided to untie me. I think he concluded that something was forcing my demon to take over. Siegfried was still a little mad at me but I tried to tell him that I don’t remember doing it and that I was sorry. It scared me to find out that my demon was so in control of me. I haven’t been that out of control in a long time. And watching Siegfried laying hurt, unable to move very well, like wounded prey. . . .

I left the armory to straighten out the mess with my class credits. I arrived at school to find the administration in total chaos. Their entire computer system had supposedly crashed a day or so ago and they were still trying to fix it. Great. But while I was at school I decided to try to find out some more info about this psych professor. I discovered that he had an assistant who, by his description, sounded like it could be Justin. But Justin told me before that he doesn’t like psychology. I borrowed someone’s phone (because Harper destroyed mine again) and gave Justin a call. He seemed preoccupied with something and said he was really busy, didn’t have time to talk. We agreed to meet at my place at 6:00 pm. I definitely have some questions for him.

I was pretty Hungry at this point so I headed over to the strip club to see if I could pick up a few hour of work. More bad news. There was a murder in the parking lot of the club. The police were there and asked me a few questions about the victim. He was a regular at the club and I serviced him a number of times in the VIP rooms. I don’t know his name. I never ask for names. Because of this murder, the club is being shut down for a whole week! Not only will I not get money for a week, but I’m going to have find another way for my demon to feed safely. I’ve relied on the club as a primary way of sating my demon since I was 18. But I’ll only be gone from it a week (presumably). I’m sure I can find willing men, but I must exercise extreme caution and control.

I’m home alone now, Hungry and knowing that a young, hormone-driven male will be here in a few hours.

“I can stop the pain if I will it all away. . . .”

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Siegfried's Notepad

Writing this on the notepad since some asshole took all my hardware. Things are coming to a head real quick. Florida just keeps getting more dangerous, and I think it’s because somebody’s working against me- us. This duel coming up, the creatures attacking us lately, and the stuff before that like Alex’s Black Court secret admirer, it can’t all be coincidence. Somebody is working the angles to a razor-thin edge and then trying to cut us apart with them.

Thing is, I’m just a mercenary, and not even a serious player in the family or Winter. Alex is a stripper, and she gets along with her family about as well as I do. Murdock, well, he’s a goddamn nightmare for anything nasty hunting in his territory, but he’s no supernatural heavy hitter and he has no connections to anybody who is as far as I know. The only one who it makes sense to mess with is Harper, a member in good standing with his precious White Council, but who purposely goes looking for trouble with the cops of anything, much less the magical Gestapo?

The only way this makes sense is if they’re after the same three spirits I’m after, and they’ve clearly been picking a fight with us since before I even knew about the three. Maybe they knew Mab and Suki would ask me, so they tried to kill me before I took the job. The duel with the Vulsung guy’s probably just the latest attempt to kill me, but it doesn’t explain the supposed fallen angel that showed up. Shit is about to hit the fan, and the only thing I can think about that actually makes sense to me is gutting Vulsung and getting that axe to work.

Maybe that’s why she doesn’t want to get better acquainted. I think like a viking, she thinks like a hero.

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