♪ Skyler's Diary ♪

[Skylar]

♪ Who The **** Is…? ♪
07 / 09 / 2015

Doc made sure I knew who some chick named Gertude was today. Not sure why? I never asked. I think I’m having a blonde day. I should have asked. She must be something special. His thrall maybe? That or I’m supposed to look out for her. Maybe she’s dangerous. ****. I should have asked. Though honestly, I see so many people in a day, I’ll probably forget what this chick looks like by the end of the week. Hell. I’m not sure I’d recognise her if I passed her right now. Wait. Have I been drinking? ****. Do I have a cold? Can vampires have colds? Are there vampire doctors? Oh my God Skylar, did you really just write that. Doc. Duh. Man. Whatever this is, it needs to sort itself like yesterday.



((Also on this page: The word ‘blonde’ written in a number of ways, each way depicting the death of the word; e.g. the word being fed through a wood chipper, under a guillotine, etc.))

[Skylar]

♪ Property Of… ♪
08 / 09 / 2015

An eternity collar? Seriously Ric?! Might as well just take me to the tattoo parlour and have them ink me up with ‘Property of Roderic’ or something. Would look great on my right butt cheek. Right? Damn. Okay. So I’m venting here. Did I say anything like this to Ric? **** no, did I. Wouldn’t ******* dare. Okay. So maybe I would. But I was too busy being thrilled by the idea that he wants to claim me. And yes. I know we’re married. Yeah… I might still be suffering the effects of what I was suffering from yesterday. That or secretly I just am some needy ******* female that wants her guy to go all Neanderthal on her. Wait. ****. I might be onto something there. ****! No! When did that happen? How do I stop it? Why am I still wearing the damn collar while I write this? Oh wait, I covered that already. Damn it. Who the hell am I? I not only love this stupid ******* collar, but I agreed to wear it when I’m at home. Not sure it goes with the scrubs he likes me in but okay. ****. The scrubs… is that when this started? No. I wish. Probably started the day I ******* met him when he fed on me without my permission. Arsehole! God I love that man. Okay. I’m sick. And not the kind you get better from. I’m the fucked in the head kinda sick and I love it. I mean, really… who gives a ****? What Ric and I do behind closed doors is our business. So he owns my arse. That’s not news. Damn. I really should have figured this **** out sooner though. Double damn. Okay. I give up. I’m gonna go pester Ric.



((Also on this page: A polaroid of the lovely diamond and leather collar Ric gave her.))

[Skylar]

? Dirty Deeds ?
13 / 09 / 2015

I think there’s something in the water. Or the blood. I don’t ******* know. Yesterday Ric and I had sex in the sewers while someone watched. I wasn’t even drunk. Okay. So not so surprising for me, but I didn’t think it was Ric’s style. When I called him on it, he told me the other guy could probably stand to learn a few things. Or maybe it was something about the guy picking up pointers. I forget now. I was a little… distracted, at the time. But yeah, something in the blood, cos I got one of those mental messages from Fors. I swear he was flirting. I warned him about resting in the den where the tomes drops people, cos I’m bound to land on him one of these days and he basically says he wouldn’t mind at all. I swear he mentally winked at me too. How ******* strange is that? I mean I’m a flirt. I am. But still, weird righ? I’d tell Ric but he won’t give a crap. I mean, he’s not the jealous type or anything. It’s not all that weird really… apart from the fact that Fors is family and I wasn’t in a bar. Hmm… I guess that’s my issue. Mental flirting… not my forte.



((Also on this page: A whole bunch of doodles.))

[Skylar]

♪ To Bank Or Not To Bank? ♪
14 / 09 / 2015

So… Interesting thing happened today. Made me think. Best write those thoughts down before I forget cos you know me. I’ll forget to do what needs to be done when I get distracted by something shiny or something. So what was this thing I hear you ask? Well it’s nothing major actually, just Ric picking my pockets and lecturing me. Well I say lecture. He was just Ric, the same way he always is, offering me advice whether I need it or not. I usually do, but I ain’t even gonna tell him that. So he tells me I’m supposed to bank my cash or put in a container, possibly under a floorboard or something. Which made me wonder… do I need to start looking under the floorboards? Ric don’t trust banks. I know this. He’s handed me cash in the past to bank for him. So yeah. What do you think Diary? Do I need to go grab a crowbar and start looking under floorboards? Should I be wandering around the flat listening for that telltale squeak or for something to shift beneath my foot. Or Diary… do I trust that if Ric is hiding **** around the flat that I probably don’t wanna know what it is and that he probably has a damn good reason to keep it from me. Logic tells me the latter, being female tells me to go grab that crowbar. Guess I’ll mull this over for a while. See what’s best.



((Also on this page: A cross section of a room, under the floor are several actual skeletons of both people and animals, treasure boxes and a number of other random items someone might want to hide.))

[Skylar]

♪ Schoolyard Antics ♪
18 / 09 / 2015

What is it about Ric that makes me want to kick him in the shins when he’s being an arse. I mean how old am I? You wouldn’t think I’m in my late twenties that’s for sure. Still. I can’t help myself. Sometimes he just makes me so mad and while slapping him might be fun, it’s never my go-to move. What’s worse, is that Ric does it back. Generally. I kick him, he kicks me. I punch him, he punches me. And that’s what happened today. The punching, not the kicking. I didn’t aim my fist at his face or anything. I wouldn’t do that. I just punched him in the arm. I don’t even know why I did it. Can’t have been anything important that’s for sure.



((Also on this page: An image of a little boy and girl in a playground, the boy is pulling the girl’s pigtails.))

[Skylar]

♪ Tit For Tat ♪
20 / 09 / 2015

This whole yin yang thing, it’s weird. I mean I’m used to having people around me that care and take care of me and **** but with Ric… I dunno. It’s different. Like he really cares. Not cos he’s related to me. Not cos I’m a part of the band and he needs me or whatever. He just loves me. And today it’s freaking me out. It shouldn’t, right? I mean he gave me the collar. I accepted it. I’m wearing it now. (Like the good little girl that I am ;) ) But it’s the little thing you know. Like today, he topped up my blood after he fed from me. That’s super considerate. He doesn’t always do it, and I never ask him too, but it’s cute right? I sometimes wonder if he puts up with me because he feels he has to but days like today I don’t know, I feel… good. Balanced. I’m not used to feeling balanced. It’s a new concept to me. I’m used to being me and doing **** without thinking. Ric makes me think. Makes me calm. And that makes me wanna go out and get drunk and run down the street naked, or sit here and cry or something. And damn him, cos I’ll probably go with the latter cos I don’t wanna piss him off. I hate being such a girlie ******* mess. It sucks. Love sucks. Okay. I’m lying. It doesn’t suck. It’s ******* amazing. I just don’t think I deserve it. I don’t deserve him.



((Also on this page: The yin yang symbol, only rather than just being black and white, this one is black and multi-coloured to better depict Ric and Sky.))

[Skylar]

♪ I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream For Ice-cream ♪
29 / 09 / 2015

He doesn’t understand my cravings. I know this. But it’s fine. He doesn’t need to. Today did bring a lesson of be careful what you ask for though. I asked Ric for ice-cream and he comes back with bag full of the stuff. An even number of tubs, of course. Guess I need to be more specific in the future. I need to tell him what flavour and how many tubs, maybe the make, as it looks like he just grabbed one of everything, on one shelf at least. I wouldn’t have cared what he brought back, so long as he brought back something but seriously, we don’t have that much room in our freezer. Guess I’ll be over indulging tonight. I should probably point out I’m already a pint and half and two flavours in. Hmm… probably should thank Ric with an ice-cold kiss. Gonna go do that now. Wish me luck!



((Also on this page: A dozen pots of ice-creamed stacked like a house of cards. Each pot is a different flavour/colour.))

[Skylar]

♪ Curfew? ♪
30 / 09 / 2015

Since when do I have a curfew? Okay. So it wasn’t phrased like that but man was Ricky pissed at me. He questioned me about staying out a lot recently, asking me where I’ve been, have I met someone new, do I feel like I don’t need to come home? I mean really? Sure I’ve been out a lot recently but I’ve been busy. I’ve gotten my work done. I’m behaving. Mostly. I’m certainly not screwing around him or anything and I half get the impression that he was trying to accuse me of that. Accusing me of getting too drunk to find my way home is kinda fair enough but even then I haven’t done that since… well… erm… Maybe since Dillon died. Huh. Maybe he was a bit of a bad influence on me. ****. Ric might’ve been right. Anyways, I’m getting off track. Point is… if he wants me home, all he has to do is ask. I’d do anything for Ric and he should have figured that out by now. Ailing that he just has to do that summoning thing he does, he can pull me to him whenever he likes. I get it. Kinda. Like he probably hates wondering where I am and I don’t want him to worry or anything but yeah. Today is not a good day to be me. Guess I should stay home and behave for a few days. And maybe make sure I check-in with him more. Maybe that will calm him down. Hate the apartment indeed. I ******* love our little sanctuary. I love him. Stupid arse.



((Also on this page: A phone screen showing an app titled ‘Find My Wife’.))

[Skylar]

♪ No ******* Way! ♪
09 / 10 / 2015

Found out one of those things today. You know the kind of thing that once you now it, you can’t unknow it. I mean… ****. I’m glad I know it. I mean. It means I know Ric more. I can understand him more but damn. Poor ******* little ********. I was kinda freaked to learn that the dreams I’ve been having were real, but that’s nothing compared to what those dreams revealed. I’m gonna find that ******* Dwayne, I don’t care how long it takes. I’m gonna find him and then Ric and I are gonna put him down like the filthy ******* animal he is.



((Also on this page: The rest of the page is blank.))

[Skylar]

♪ No More Hiding! ♪
31 / 10 / 2015

Where the **** have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages. Who put you in that cupboard? Did Ric take you? Did he read you? Did I move you while drunk and then forget where I put you? Why won’t you answer me? Fine. Keep your secrets. Whore.

I’m not happy with you. Either Ric’s been reading what I wrote or I moved you and forgot where I put you. I know. I know. The latter’s more likely. Besides, I think if Ric found you he’d of said something. Or you’d of been thrown in the forge, never to be seen again. But really. I mean, wtf? How could I lose you? Did you grow legs and wander off when I wasn’t looking? Did me talking to you like a real person make you come alive? And if so, are you now playing possum? I’m watching you diary. I’m watching you.

So anyway. What did I want. Not much. I’ve been doing the usual. Making stuff like music, swords, jewellery and ****. I’ve been out a bit. It’s Halloween tonight. It’s kinda our anniversary. I’m debating telling Ric. Maybe getting him to play some board games with me or something. We should do something. I’ve never been with anyone for a year before. That’s a really big ******* deal for me. I wonder if Ellie would have bid on Ric had he known then what he knows now? Doubt those two are ever gonna get on but it’s like whatever, I guess they don’t have to, so long as they both respect that the other has a part to play in my life.

And that’s that. That’s all I wanted to say. Though, now I think about it… No more running off! I mean it. Who else am I gonna bore with all my day to day ****?



((Also on this page: A few, silly scenes of the diary (that has been personified) doing random things like hiding behind the sofa, taking a bath, chatting on the phone, etc..))