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Season 2 End

“Are you ok?” Alex heard Siegfried ask her.
She stared blankly across the grass of the massive lawn. Without looking at him, she answered, “I’m not sure.”
Cyril went over to where Mica lay limp on the ground. “He’s still breathing, but just barely,” the wizard said. “I’m going to bring him back to my place. Quickly, let’s go.” He lifted the raccoon boy gently and started walking toward the cars.
“Mmgh,” Alex grumbled, closing her eyes and rubbing her face. “I’m hungry.”
“Well, we could maybe stop by somewhere on the way. . . .” Siegfried started to say but
then paused, studying Alex. “Oh, that kind of hungry.”
Alex opened her eyes and looked at Siegfried. Her blue eyes were starting to turn white,
her gaze taking on a slightly feral look.
“You need to feed now, I’m guessing,” Siegfried commented.
Alex nodded without saying anything.
He looked toward his car. “Well I could—“
“I can call somebody,” Alex quickly interrupted him.
Siegfried starting walking to his car. Alex followed, her breathing becoming more
labored as she fought to hold back her dark side.
They reached the car and Siegfried hesitated a moment, his hand resting on the door
handle. “Or you could have me,” he said quietly.
Alex’s eyes, paler than they were a moment ago, shifted to see Cyril and Algowayne
getting into the wizard’s old muscle car. She then turned her gaze on Siegfried. “To my place,” she said.

Siegfried and Alex arrived at her townhouse in record time. Alex quickly unlocked the
front door and they stepped inside. While it was not quite evening yet and the late afternoon sun still shone brightly outside, it was very dim inside the townhouse. All the blinds and curtains were drawn, solemnly guarding against the light.
Alex turned to lock the door from the inside, her back to Siegfried. “Are you sure
about this?” she asked, shaking slightly.
She felt his hand lay gently on her shoulder. “I’m sure,” Siegfried said softly.
Alex turned back to him, her eyes completely white now, and she pounced, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him fiercely.
Siegfried stumbled back a few steps but held her tightly in his arms, returning the kiss with equal passion. He staggered into the kitchen and pushed Alex onto the counter top. They frantically pulled each other’s shirts off, kissing and touching bare skin.
At last they made it to the bedroom. Alex pushed Siegfried onto her bed with inhuman strength and stripped off the remainder of his clothes, her own being long gone. She sprung on top of him, her hands on his bare chest. Her hips rolled rhythmically as she rode him, her nails digging into his flesh as she cried out in ecstasy.
Siegfried ran his hands over Alex’s bare torso, reveling the moment. He shook and moaned beneath her, and finally flung an arm around her and flipped Alex on her back, reversing their position.
Time had no meaning to them. Their entire universe consisted solely of each other and blind pleasure. Alex screamed and moaned as her demon gorged itself on the burning lust that blazed between her and Siegfried. The succubus had its fill, and Alex returned to herself, white eyes fading back into crystalline light blue. Then what was merely sex and feeding became something deeper and more powerful. They were two people making love instead of predator and prey, just as intense but more personal.
A final climax of screaming passion and then blackness. . . . .

A field of wild grass and flowers. The setting sun igniting the sky with a blend of orange, pink, and red. Alex brushed her hands against the tall grass as it sway in the gentle breeze. Sensing a presence, she turned. A silhouette of a man against the flaming light. As he drew closer, Alex could see that it was Siegfried. He had a large axe strapped to his back, and he was wearing handsome leather armor emblazoned with intricate designs. It looked like he’d just been through a battle, but there was a smile on his face.
“Alex” he said tenderly as he approached her. He took her hands in his and knelt down on one knee in front of her.
A mix of emotion stirred around inside her as the wind teased her unbound hair. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. She felt Siegfried squeeze her hands slightly. His smile widened and Alex could see the affection he felt for her in his blue eyes. Her fears and anxiety melted away, and she returned his smile, excitement and joy growing inside her.
“I have something to ask you,” Siegfried said.
Excited butterflies in her stomach, Alex gazed at him expectantly. . . .

And was audibly assaulted by a tinny-sounding version of Ride of the Valkyries. Alex groaned in annoyance and rubbed at her eyes. Ignoring the still form beside her, she rolled out of the disheveled bed to locate the source of the music. Still naked, she tested her previously broken arm, and padded over to a messy pile of Siegfried’s clothes on the floor. ‘Right, Siegfried’s phone’, she thought hazily.
As she grabbed the cloth of Siegfried’s pants, an intense burning sensation on cause her to jerk her hand away and cry out in pain. She turned her hand over to see her fingers discolored with burn marks. Her chest suddenly felt like it was in a vice. “Oh no,” she breathed. Siegfried’s phone had stopped ringing, and she could now hear her own phone going off in another part of the house.
Alex quickly made her way to the kitchen where her cellphone clattered around in the sink as it vibrated. She pulled it out and answered it.
“Hello?” she said, still a little groggy.
“Check for a pulse,” said a stern and unhappy voice.
“What? Cyril. . .”
“Make sure he is breathing,” Cyril cut her off.
Alex hurried back to the bedroom where Siegfried was lying on the bed, half covered with a rumpled sheet. His chest rose and fell with his breath but it seemed a bit too shallow.
“I can’t check for a pulse, but I know he’s alive,” Alex said into the phone.
“I need you both alive and functioning properly. Get here now,” Cyril demanded, and hung up.
Alex sighed and dropped her phone on the floor. She approached the bed, studying Siegfried. Sliding the bed sheet between her hand and his bare arm, she shook him gently.
“Hey, Siegfried. Wake up.”
He grumbled unintelligible and turned his head away from her.
“Come on,” Alex said, shaking him again.
Siegfried’s eyes fluttered open. “Mm. What time is it?” he mumbled.
Alex glanced at the digital clock on her bedside table. “About 2:00 PM. Your phone is on the floor under your clothes, by the way.”
“Oh,” he commented and attempted to sit up but fell back onto the bed, clutching his head. “Oh,” he said again, this time out of pain that showed on his face. “Why do I have such a headache?”
“Well, I did consume part of your soul,” Alex responded, struggling to keep emotion out of her voice. “Would you like some coffee?”
Siegfried nodded.
“Strong coffee, I’m guessing?”
He nodded again.
“Ok,” Alex said and headed out of the bedroom, not bothering to put any clothes on.
In the kitchen Alex’s hands were shaking as she prepared the coffee, nearly dumping ground coffee all over the counter. Waiting for the coffee to brew, a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She wiped them away with an unsteady hand, and took a mug from the cabinet. Pouring the coffee she took a few deep breaths and steadied herself. She regained her composure and headed back to the bedroom with the full mug.
Siegfried was still in bed but had his phone in his hand when Alex returned. She set the mug down on the bedside table and pulled her hand away faster than was humanly possible.
Siegfried looked at her. “Looks like you’re doing well.”
Alex shifted her gaze away from him. “Yeah. Arm’s not broken anymore.” She started to walk towards the closet but stepped on one of Siegfried’s socks that was laying on the floor. “Ow!” she yelled reflexively.
“What did you do?” asked Siegfried, sitting up in bed, mug in hand.
“I stepped on your sock,” Alex responded, slightly annoyed and rubbing her foot.
Siegfried’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why did that hurt you?”
Alex looked at him. “Because it’s yours.”
“What?” Siegfried then noticed the burn marks on her skin, and his confusion turned to concern. “What happened?”
Alex sighed. “Siegfried,” she began softly. “Do you remember that man at the strip club who gave me that handkerchief that burned by hand? Remember what I said that could hurt me like that, and I couldn’t heal from it?”
“The care-bear stare?”
Alex glared at him.
“That’s what I said when you first told me about it, yeah. . . .” Siegfried trailed off, his expression growing more serious. “Are you saying. . . .?”
Alex said nothing but gave him a significant look.
Siegfried gripped his head. “Goddamnit!”
Alex continued to the closet and began getting dressed. “Cyril called. He wants us over at his place.”
Siegfried gathered his clothes from the floor and started putting them on. “How are you taking this so well?”
Alex paused for a moment and then turned toward Siegfried. “Don’t you think it bothers me every day that I’m a vampire?” She went back to her closet. “I just deal with it, I guess.”
Siegfried sighed, still frustrated, and started putting on his clothes in silence. He sat back down on Alex’s bed when he was fully dressed. He looked at Alex again. “Did we fuck up?”
Gathering up her phone, keys, and wallet, Alex shook her head. “I don’t know,” she answered gently. “But we should get going.”
“Alright,” Siegfried said, irritation creeping into his voice. “But if Cyril says anything about this, I’m going to punch him.”
“He kinda already did on the phone,” Alex commented.
“Well, he better not say one more goddamn thing about it.”
They headed out of the house to Siegfried’s car, neither of them saying anything more. Alex went to grab the car-door handle but hesitated.
Siegfried, standing at the driver’s side looked over at her. “What?”
“I don’t know if it will hurt me,” Alex said. She tested the handle quickly with her fingertips. No searing pain erupted on her fingers, so she carefully opened the door. She glanced over at Siegfried. “Seems to okay.”
Siegfried nodded, and they both got into the car. The radio was on, playing rock music. They didn’t say much on the way to Cyril’s.

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Jotting in the notepad because awkward silence.

I had the best night of my life. Then I had the worst morning of my life. Less than twelve hours between the two. Are you shitting me?

But, man, was it ever the best, by a hundred miles. Alex, well, she knows what she’s doing, that’s for sure. It was weird, at first, with her so focused on it, with white eyes. But, it’s like she knew I wanted her on top, knew it was my favorite. Maybe her powers let her see into that kind of thing. I almost lost it way too damn quick, but there was something that just kept me going. I dunno. The important thing is we were there, together, having each other. No purer expressions than fighting and fucking…no, that’s not right. It was more than just animal noises with a living valkyrie, the kind of girls I’m into, more than blowing off steam after blowing things up. Well, at first, with her white eyes, she seemed to be treating it like that, and I guess I was, too. I feel stupid, now, just letting her use me for food so I could get close to her.

Eventually, I started feeling what she was doing to me. Feeding. I was heavy, the aches from the fight with Totem Sucker and her amateur goons became all the more pronounced, and I was cold. The kind of frost I thought only Suki could send up my spine. But, I also saw that she was coming down from that high, the ride of a series of psychic orgasms coming to an end. Her eyes went back to normal. Gorgeous blues. I get compliments for my eyes all the time, my only really good feature as far as I’m concerned, but hers blow mine out of the park. Crystal clear ocean water I wanted to dive into, be surrounded by. So, I did, in a matter of speaking. I threw her on her back and showed her my appreciation.

We were separate when that…thing possessing her was running the show, White-Eyes, but then we were one, two Blue-Eyes trying to occupy the same space and doing a damn good job of it. Like organic clockwork, rolling and falling into place at exactly the right places at exactly the right times. She was working her hips perfectly and our lips wanted to melt together. Had to stop kissing when she started having another orgasm rollercoaster. The good, natural kind, with her voice and not a demon using her voice to talk dirty to me, and her own eyes staring at me with that weird look women tend to put on, that’s both skeptical and thankful at the same time, when you do it right. We kept going until we literally just couldn’t any more, not even having enough energy to say another word before we passed out.

So, yeah, I got one night of legendary connection with this girl who makes my chest so warm I’m afraid it’ll trigger my old giantblood allergies, and now my socks could literally burn her to death. Not even sure she’ll be able to wear those knuckle-dusters I gave her any more. We used to joke and call them “Lust” and “Hate,” playing on the knucks of that goofy boombox guy in that Spike Lee movie she had to watch for school. Now something I gave her because I cared probably hates her. What we’ve done, how we feel – objects that should be saving her life are going to kill her. The woman I love, the only thing I even find myself remotely caring about any more, loves me back, and suddenly that makes me poison to her. Best night and worst morning of my life. Less than twelve hours. What a joke. Justice has left the building.

Don’t get me started on Cyril trying to lecture us about this. Angel barely warrants a mention, either. With the mood I’m in, I’m liable to tear through both of them like tissue paper. Only reason I’m putting up with his shit for now is because I am genuinely worried about Mica. Of course, my temper didn’t stay in check for long, and I tried to lay him out. Pompous asshole ripped up a piece of sidewalk with his magic to block, just to show me up. That’s like building a bunker to protect him from kids throwing eggs. Hand is still throbbing as I write this. Fucking limey, inselaffen douchebag. I’m gone the second I’m sure the kid’s going to be okay, otherwise he might throw a fireball in response to me sneezing.

Although, come to think of it, I have incurred quite a few expenses since Cyril showed up. Gas, bullets, wrecked bike, labor. Something to keep in mind, especially if I’m going to keep my word and treat this kid to a real meal.

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In my line of work...

It seems like everything happens in a far more extravagant display than one would hope.
Giovanni DeLicci is dead. The White Court now has a new leader by the name of Angel, and she seems to at least be moderately less menacing than that of her father.
Some part of me feels like my anger is satiated by his death… But it wasn’t Him. So long as He is still alive, my blood runs hot at the mere mention of the Court.
Yet… despite them being the things I hate most, something about Alex seems to be different. She has far from earned my trust, but I don’t sense the same kind of hunger from her. Or maybe it is just suppressed. I don’t know.
Recent events are leading me to believe there is more trouble in this area than originally believed. I finally am starting to understand why Harper couldn’t keep in contact. It was for my safety.
The forest has had disturbing amounts of magical energies surrounding it recently, and I have only scratched the surface. I don’t know if I will like what I find.
I hope to return soon, it has been months since I have seen your face.

Sigfried has started working for Alex at the Arctic, and seems to enjoy it. His feelings for her are obvious, but knowing the nature of her kind, I feel like it will only end in pain, even if she were to reciprocate. We would know, wouldn’t we?
I don’t know what happened to Murdock. Probably in his forest investigating “mysterious alligator attacks.” Despite him consistently throwing me under the bus, I can’t say I disliked him though.

-Sincerely Yours,
C.

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Alex's Diary 6

Music: Avengers Assemble

He’s dead. He’s actually gone. It didn’t think it would ever happen, but I saw my father shot dead, his brains splattered all over the back lawn of his estate.

I should be happy. I should be relieved and at peace. But it isn’t that simple. I mean, yes, it is a weight off my mind, but I feel conflicted. I was prepared to fight against him the rest of my life. His existence is actually what kept me from taking my own life all those years ago. I felt I had to stay alive to protect this community from him. Now that he isn’t here, what’s my purpose?

Well, I guess there will always be strange and evil creatures that need defeating. Like that Denarian. And I’ll definitely be keeping an eye on Angel. I guess she’s assuming the position of power in the family. Even though she helped us take out our father, I still don’t fully trust her. I doubt Cyril does either, but I think he may be warming up to me at least. I wouldn’t say that we’re close friends or anything, but I feel he’s less suspicious of me.

That fight at my father’s estate had taken a lot out of us. I know it had taken a pretty heavy toll on me, at least, physically and emotionally. After the struggle in the gardens, I visited my old bedroom. It was strange to be back there, the first place I had ever killed an innocent mortal, the place where I turned into what I am now. Those sordid memories sapped away what little strength I seemed to have left in me. Siegfried came to me though, and carried me out in his arms. It felt nice to be cared for. . . .

After the adrenaline of the fight wore off, we were all pretty hungry. We ended up going to a local shawarma joint. While we were there, a messenger delivered a large, manila envelope to me. The way my life has been going recently, I half-expected it to exploded in my face the second I opened it. It didn’t, however, and it turned out to be official documents making me the new owner of Angel’s Arctic nightclub. So that’s interesting. Been busy learning how to run the place. I’ve been considering asking Siegfried if he’d like to be head of security for the club. I think he’d be a good candidate for the position. He definitely doesn’t take crap from anyone, and he’s no stranger to the magical and supernatural stuff, should any of that occur. Also, I wouldn’t mind him hanging around where I can see him all the time. Of course, that may incur more wrath from Suki. Her and I may end up exchanging blows at some point. Kinda surprised it hasn’t happened already. . . .

Well anyway, it feels as if a new chapter of my life has just begun. So many things have changed, and a lot of things have happened that I didn’t expect. I still intend on finishing school, getting my bachelor’s in psychology. Not sure if I’ll have time to keep my job at the strip club. I may not need to work there to feed if I could perhaps privately entertain a few guests at the Arctic every now and then. . . . I don’t know, we’ll see. I’m still kinda reeling from the recent events, and it may take some time for me to sort all this out. I guess I’ll see how this new chapter plays out. . . .

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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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