Zodiac's Grimoire and Diary

[Zodiac]

Diary: Volume 6. Page 23

10/14/11 5AM

I finally managed to process several of the vials into a powdered state for easier use. I was quite surprised to actually be able to get the samples I did, and did some research into the one responsible for making these samples so easy to require. Apparently he is one of the 'old guard' that has been around for awhile. Pity, I would have loved to sit and 'talk' with him. I would have signed his eyes out asking him things, but if he is like the others of his breed I have seen and heard, he would have ignored my pleas for information. It was obvious he knew about the fadebeast and it would have been a great timesaver to eliminate some of my experiments if they were redundant.

It appears a 'class system' exists here no matter how much some deny it. The old dogs act like they have all the answers but refuse to share those answers with us 'young pups' as if we are worth noting more than tools. Screw them!!! Sometimes I think they are blowing smoke up our asses to make themselves look more impressive than they actually are. Considering how out of step they are with the reality they are now forced to live in, the 'tools' have the edge they don't, so they string us along until they feel we no longer have value. The sad part is, if they would actually teach us things we'd really could find useful as they expect us to teach them about the here and now (example: is fadebeast blood actually useful in spellcrafting and potion making) the lot of us might get along better in the long run.

Crap. No matter how you wrap it, it's still the same crap I thought I left behind when I was turned.

However, we shall see. Note to self: will have to put out some kind of ad to acquire the bones of one. The tests I have done on the blood should work to confirm if the bones are real or not (cheating vampires! I swear I am stuck in a city filled with gypsies! LOL!)

(SEE GRIMOIRE ENTRY 107 for details on fadebeast blood experiments.)

Speaking of bones, the zombie business goes along far better than I expected. It appears others of like mind will pay well for real samples of bone, flesh and other elements of them. Since they are abundant in the QZ, harvesting parts of them is never a problem. V says he can arrange for me to get a regular exchange going as an export business. There is dollars in them dead dudes it seems to the right buyer. V is also bothering me to give up one of the samples of Spirit Essence I have managed to con out of a necromancer, but I am going to sit on those for awhile. (Alright- I paid a boatload for those 4 vials!) Rumors abound in this place and I have the feeling all my work here may not be so much of a time killer. Besides zombies, spirits, and the mentioned fadebeast sample, I continue to gather moss, roots, and other things at the proper times and ways as Nanna taught me to do. I admit, I am confused why my original spells seem not to work as they did when I was still alive. The trade off kinda sucks in the long run IMO. Still, I honor the rites as I know to be proper and continue to follow my original 'path' as well as this new one.

My idea of forming my own coven is not quite going as I planned. The 'sisters' I have assembled so far I adore to tears, but they need a bit more focus if I hope to make proper members of them. (Truth be told, they keep me out of focus at times as well. He he he.)

Note to self: prepare for a Fae hunt. Too many unanswered questions there to be ignored any longer.

Sleepy time now. More laters. Miss and love you, Nanna. Keep guiding me, please.

[Zodiac]

10/15/11
4:45 AM

*leaves herself a note on the screen of her computer for future reference*

*also pins it with a clip onto her purse just to be sure*

[Zodiac]

Volume 6 Page 29
10/24/11. 3:45 AM

I write this as I watch Allie resting after the beating she had taken earlier. Must be a cycle thing for fadebeasts for she had encountered one herself a night after I had made my lame attempt at one. (Several others I know had seen them as well the last few nights.)

But unlike myself, who basically did a nice imitation of a lone sock bouncing around in a dryer (see earlier entry Pg 28), Allison managed to kill the thing. Note to self: Hit the gym! And despite the condition she was in, she dragged home several of the things bones for me. In my encounter I was able to secure more samples of the blood afterwards and a fang that had broken loose, but this was a bonanza I could not begin to have hoped for.

Big note to self: Pamper that woman when she feels better!

After patching her up and pulling a claw tip that had broke off in her shoulder out. I finally managed to get her to lie down and began some quick observations of the bones. They were very light in weight, which surprised me. After several hard smacks with the sledge, I cracked one open and I found they were hollow like a bird's in nature.
(SEE GRIMOIRE ENTRY 108 for sketches and details of bones)

Considering the size and unusual build of the thing it made sense. Too much weight would make the thing even more slow and ponderous. They are capable of sudden bursts of speed (thank the Goddess they are not quite as smart as a can of spoiled bean dip or we'd all be in trouble) so lighter bones would assist with that. The bone was strong and took some effort to break open suggesting whatever it's made of not quite like bone as we know it. Tomorrow I plan to begin grinding down a couple of them to a powder and start base tests to see what properties they may have. Make all the noise tomorrow and let Allison rest for now.

I did clean the claw tip up and grind it down to a flat edge where it broke and mounted it on a small chain for her. The Onyx tip stands out nicely on the gold chain (One of the nice ones that the gangsters keep on them finally having a use beyond pawning off and just looking pretty) I did a small ritual over it, asking the Goddess to bless it and give "She who wears it the strength of the beast when needed in battle". It is now sitting in a small box on the bedside table waiting for her when she wakes up. Again, I cannot be sure now how well my spells work now, but the thought is pure and it is a pretty little trophy to carry around if nothing else.

Well, I think a small snack is in order now. Still too excited to rest now anyways. Pop out, grab a bite and maybe smack up a few gangsters for a quick dance (at least they last longer than my dance partners in the QZ) and come back. Work some more on the Samhain rites and finally crash out. So much to do and so excited now.

Laters~

[Zodiac]

Volume 6 Page 32
10/31/11. 5:45 AM

Trick or treat!
I LOVE Halloween!

It has nothing to do with the fact it was the night I was born at all (I am sure you can imagine all the jokes that came with that one! Tho my fave is still when Charlie told my mother "You had yourself a treat,and then discovered you was tricked')

I spent the evening with a few friends and 'family' as I did what I had always done this night. Pass out candy to the little ones. Mindless fun for me. Some of my clients showed up with ther kids who still enjoy seeing 'Zoe' making candy appear from behind their ears and the like. Probably the only way I can feel comfortable around the little ones now. Despite my revulsion to men now, I had always wanted babies of my own when alive one day, and the ghost of that still makes itself felt at times. Impossible now of course. One of my friends suggested stealing a human child and raising it. What insanity would that be? Raising a living child meant to play in the light under the covers of darkness? It would be cruel beyond anything I could imagine.

I adore my new children, but somehow they do not quite fill that void. It is no fault of their own, of course, so I do not take my frustrations out at them. Just another quirk the lil gypsy needs to get under control is all. I'm full of them it seems.

But time to rest now. Samhain approaches and all is ready. Sable is nervious now, to be sure, but I have taught her well. She will be a splended pupil and sister to have.

PS: the late night party was a blast. Got lots of complements on my Catowman costume.

~nights~

Volume 6 Page 35
11/3/11. 5:27 AM

After a bit of work, I have finally made my present easy to conceal in public.

I was surprised when Scorp and Micah presented me with it for my 'birthday' (the one I had when I was alive anyways) but there was just one problem. How was a girl barely 5 feet tall supposed to hide almost 3 feet of katana discreetly? My normal attire did not allow for easy storage and access when needed quickly. Allie wore the top coat type of get up and had adjusted it to allow her hand to grab and pull the sword with ease, but my hooded cloak was a bit more reluctant to co-operate when I tried that and I found myself twisting, stumbling or falling on my *** in the process (oh, how imntimidating a sight I would be like that in a fight!)

So after consideration, I dipped back into my original skill sets and made some modifications.

This was different than the wild decorations I had done with the sledgehammer. 'Sledgy' hangs proudly on the wall of my shop now with a cheerful note informing all that SHOPLIFTERS WILL BE VIOLATED quite clearly. I had enough fragments of old jewelry and the paitence to work with them. I spent some time talking with others who knew such a weapon well. The scabbard was decorated tastefully with only a few lenghts of ribbon set with purpose in the overall design along with a rubber cap at the tip. The blade itself was simply wrapped about the handle with only a small orb of crystal attached to the top which did nothing to toss off the ballance of the blade. And, Ta Da! A wizard's walking stick! The ribbon securing the blade into the scabbard and hiding the guard from view. Of course a metal detector would not be fooled by my decorations, but at least now I could move about with it easier in full view of the humans without causing Masq issues galore.

I saw 'The Bat' again this evening. I was working out with my new toy when I saw him on the roof of one of the old buildings just watching me. I have read the papers about him so far. Most think he is just a lunatic with a delusion he cannot shake free from, but I see him differently. Something had to happen to this man in order to be so swallowed up in the idea of imitating the comic book charicter so deeply. Who or what hurt you that deeply, mystery man?

I have to admit-for one moment there he made a stunning display. the moon behind him as he crouched in wait. The silouette of him in the light made me gasp for a second before I realized who it was. I was waiting for him to jump down and stop the 'crime' in progress. (I was having a great time cutting up my newest 'dance partner' in the QZ) but he didn't. Odd. He should have found me late Halloween night when I went out dressed as Catwoman. Poor guy might have had a fit. LOL.

Anyrate, is time to relax now. More laters.

[Zodiac]

Volume 7 Page 9
1/9/12. 5:23 AM

This had to be the strangest night in ages.

I have seen weird things before and after my turning, but this has simply become the thing to top the entire pile so far.

I was out hunting tonight. Gathering items for future spellworks and presents as has become a habit of mine. After gathering several fine pelts, I sat in the one grove of trees I had come to claim as a resting place and napped for awhile. But it was when I opened my eyes again is when my world went a bit more askewer than it normally is.

I think the clicking caught my attention first. I had noticed it several times before when I was out doing my own thing, but had paid it no mind. I probably dismissed it as guns being cleaned or reloaded or maybe something else the first couple times I head it. But as I woke up, I could hear it plainly. Click,click,click,click. I eased my head back against the tree and opened one eye and saw a wolf drawing close to me. Several times I have hunted like this as I noticed the chunk of raw bear meat laying at my feet. Let the sent of an easy meal pull them in. He was checking, making sure about me first before debating to snatch his prize. 'C'mon, wolf. Free meal.' I thought as my thumb tripped the button that unlocked my blade from the scabbard.

Then everything went off the wall.

Click,click,click,click. I heard it again, but louder than ever before. Almost like it was right next to me now. I turned my eye and saw nothing, but when I focused to see an aura as Nanna had taught me, I glimpsed something moving like a shark in the wolf's direction. A sharp noise like steel dragging against steel rang out a second before I saw the wolf be lifted off of its feet into thin air by nothing. The animal tried to fight, but whatever had gotten it had nailed it too well. It was screwed judging by the way it was bleeding out of itself.

Then the air shimmered and whatever had hit the wolf was suddenly standing there. I swear, I am so glad my inner plumbing no longer works cause I would have pissed myself when I saw the thing. I willed myself to sit still and just watch as it began to tear the wolf apart. At first I thought it was a fadebeast, but when it unveiled itself, I found myself stuck in some movie.

It looked like the thing in the one movie I saw with Arnie years ago. Right down to the mask, the claws, and the noises. It did not have the shoulder gun its counterpart in the film did, but it had the rest down to a tee. It had to be another whack job running loose. We already had a 'Batman' running around (you know my thoughts on that one already. Such a troubled soul he is, yet he tries to do so much good in a city slowly becoming a situation even the real Batman would have problems dealing with) Now we apparently have some vampire thinking he (or she-was there a she one in any of those films?) is the Predator from the movies. What's next? Aliens? The MIB? Ghostbusters? Guys from Stargate?

WTF?????

Neo Predator made short work out of the hapless wolf. Did the rip the skull and spine out of the body bit right in front of me and stood there roaring away as if saying 'I'm a badass!' in whatever it was speaking.

Then it looked right at me. I had not moved or anything, but it zeroed in on me and took a few steps closer and cocked its head at me as if deciding if I was worth the trouble or not. "SCRAM!" I wanted to shout. "Arnie is waiting for you over at Alpha Towers with Jessie Ventura as back up!" But I sat still as a mouse until it decided I was a mouse after all or something unworthy of its time and turned back to what it was doing to the dead wolf. I just watched till it finished preparing its kill and moving off without a second look at me. It faded again (some new power, perhaps? Stealth mode?) and I waited for an hour before I moved. I didn't even try to run. I just focused and teleported back to home where I locked and barred the door behind me.

I swear I saw this. I have done a lot of things in the past I am not proud of, and quality drugs were one of them. I tried several times after my turning to 'medicate' myself again, and nothing happened. But this was right out of a good trip I took once. (Too bad no more good trips! Or even bad ones!) There are some strange assed people being turned now and they are acting out their delusions.

Unless, he really is what he pretends to be. But that is too stupid to even consider.

Peace out-more laters

[Zodiac]

Volume 7 Page 12
1/11/12. 2:13 AM


After a long and drawn out session of discussion, I finally convinced Allie to come with me and see for herself. (Okay, so I whined and threw a fit until she came along so I would finally stop-whatever is clever, right?) And we took a quick trip to the hunting grounds. Some of the things we saw bore out some of what I was talking about. There was no sign of Neo Predator him (her/it/?) self, but we saw proof someone out here was having way too much fun.

The mutilated carcass of the wolf from earlier was still there and we found a bear as well. (SEE BACK PAGE FOR PHOTOS 1A-F) And I got some snaps. I felt better when I saw Allie, herself a killer, do a double take at the damage done to the animal. This told me our 'friend' out here was not the normal sort of hunter I have seen on the grounds before.

We also found a tree out there almost hidden among the others. In the branches we saw a lot of skulls hanging along with pelts. (PIX ALSO ON FOLLOWING PAGES. PIX 2A-G) and I climbed up to get better shots (much to Allie's dismay) when I found the 'claw' for lack of a better term. (PIX 3A-C) The whole thing would kinda fit over your wrist and leave the business end extended above the back of the hand. It had been forged, so that kinda takes away the idea it is actually from space (but then again, maybe it lost its real one? Or had this made as a back up?) I told Allie I should have gotten her one of these for Xmas, but she insisted I put it back. I never saw her nervous before, but the air of the entire scene was getting to us both. Whoever this was was going all out on this Predator kick and we silently agreed whoever it was would not be happy finding us here going thru his Predator toys, so we calmly (screw that, we was both running by the time we got to the entrance again) went back home where I downloaded the pictures.

That was last night. This evening I returned to gather more goods when I heard the clicking again and could swear someone was very close-watching me. I thought the creeps were a thing of the past now, but I waited till the feeling went away and began to look around. I found a few bits of grass pressed down and followed them, camera in hand, for awhile, but came up empty. I heard later some gangsters in the Coastside area of town had been pretty torn up more so than usual, but as usual-the cops are saying nothing to confirm. Perhaps the fan boy is starting to try his hand at more dangerous prey now?

More laters-

[Zodiac]

Volume 7 Page 17
1/20/12. 4:19 AM

Now it's personal.

Durning my nighty rounds, I was getting used to ignoring 'the thing' that stalks the hunting grounds. Ocassionally I would try and get a couple more snaps of it, but for the most part it was leaving me alone, so I tried to do the same. Until tonight.

It must be growing careless or that confident in itself, cause I saw it resting on a tree limb in the grove. Head back , arms hanging, not a care in the world. I took my time and used the zoom and got a few clear shots of it (PIX 9 A-F) and slipped my camera back into its case and went about my own business. After a few choice kills and stopping to chat with friends along the way, I took a break and dozed under one of the trees.

One thing I dislike about my new state of existance is I seem to have lost the skill for sleeping light. When I got out, I am out like the proverbial light bulb now, otherwise I would have heard it coming. I was jarred awake as I felt my camera bag pulled suddenly off my waist belt and looked just in time to see the entire package bashed to pieces against a tree by invisible hands. When that 'click,click,click' noise faded, I crawled over and began to gather the pieces. Now I was pissed. It took me a long while to finally steal one of this quality, and it would not be easy to replace. The good news was when I opened the port for the memory card, it emerged undamaged.

Bite me, ya clicking hump!

So I'm sitting here jotting this down and I add the remains of my Nikon to my growing shoebox of evidence. The twin cut marks that sliced clean thru the bag and the camera itself just more proof some wack job is living out there now. I'll start looking for a replacement tomorrow. (Maybe a Canon this time, but I do love that Nikon) A few I know think I am silly for playing with such things, but what they don't understand is I never had access to such things until now. I still get that 'wow!' feeling when I use a cell, or log into my own comp and not be sitting in a library somewhere hoping no one saw thru my fake library card. I had a long chat with Tempy the other night on this subject actually. How many more doors have opened up for me since I became one of the damned, and how some of what was considered the simple pleasures most humans take for granted are now finally mine as well.

Except pizza. I don't care if I manage one year to become queen of the mo-fo undead itself, will never make up for the loss of pizza.

Back to fanboy- so far I have kept my interactions with him just visual. Never touched it. A twist of the wrist could have had those claws into me up to his wrist if he wanted. He made it physical now and basically tried to show me he could screw me up with ease. Perhaps I should just stay away from the grounds alltogether now, but he don't own the place. Took some time to bone up on a few spells this evening for tomorrow. I wonder if a burning touch will get thru that body armor he insists on wearing.

He touches me again, I will find out.

Later, masturbator~

[Zodiac]

Volume 7 Page 20
1/28/12. 3:24 AM

War sucks.

Nanna always told me 'War doesn't prove who is right, only who is left'. And I have seen people get into fights over the most stupid of reasons time and time again, so it should not be a surprise to me at all that vampires do it.

Religion and politics? Sex and blood? Birds do it, bees do it?

Yeesh!

Now in my new state of existance, I am seeing a new type of 'war'. 'Bloodline wars'. A bunch of vamps hooked together over who bit who arguing with another group. Kinda the Hatfields and McCoys with fangs I guess. Of course these situations are faring no better than kin or clan or mob wars humans have either. The answers are guns blazing, knifes cutting and trash talk from dusk till dawn. (Sound familiar?)

Oh well, nothing I will ever say will change anything on that. All I know is someone very dear to me is out in the middle of this this right now and I miss them lots. Been in my garden praying away for their saftey every night now.

Stupid war!

In other things, I have begun to think out some things I have been avoiding as of late. Need to round up the kids and let them know what I am thinking first before I do anything. There has to be a better way.

Nothing more to say-for now.

[Zodiac]

Volume 7 Page 21
1/28/12. 12:16 AM


Oh my Goddess! I never dreamed it would be like this!

I am jotting this down quickly while the image is fresh in my mind. I never saw anything like this before and it is a sight I hope I don't see too often in my time here. Next to my journal my gun is sitting and I imagine I still feel the heat in the barrel from the shot when I touch it. I am sounding like a bad crime novel now, but I am ahead of myself now.

Mort called me. 2 Masq violators had been found in the QZ. I just grabbed my stuff and ran. It was good to put in appearences to these things I imagine. The group effort, the bonding, all of that stuff. The first was hiding inside the old supermarket and as usual, my skill with dealing death was running at 100%. I barley hit the guy. Typical Zo in action. Between Allie and others trying to teach me, you think I'd get it right for once.

After annoying the first with a little scratch, I ran outside to where the second was standing. I didn't even think, I just made sure I wasn't aiming at Mort and pulled the trigger.

I HIT HIM! I hit him good too! When I saw him go backwards I wanted to dance. I finally got it right!

Then he began to fall apart.

I damn near dropped my gun as I watched the man began to break apart and turn into dust the way Christopher Lee did in all those Hammer Films when Peter Cushing got him (till the next movie anyways). He just kinda went poof like a dirt balloon that had all the air left out of it. It was the damndest thing I had ever seen. Mort had moved to try and help the others in the market, so I stood there-dumbfounded-at the sight.

I had heard about this, of course, from others. And how it was all good and they would be back soon enough. Rise stronger and wiser and all the other sappy comments along the way, but this was personal. I had done this. Not alone, of course, but it was my shot that turned a vampire into a pile of dust in a show that reminded me of an over filled vaccumn cleaner bag suddenly popping.

When there was finally nothing left to fall apart, I opened my purse and took out one of my sample jars and very carefully filled it with a bit of the slain vampire. Not for any potion making, but I wanted something to remind me what happens. I put the vial on my private altar in respect and to keep it safe. He will be in prayers tonight when I reflect to the Goddess later this night as usual.

And others I know do this all the time? I have had to get used to alot of things since I was turned, but what I saw tonight may be among the hardest to accept and get used to.

So yay! I did my part to make the city a better place.

So why do I feel so weird inside?

More later-

[Zodiac]

Volume 7 Page 22
1/29/12. 1:26 AM


8:38 PM

I knew. I knew. 8:38 PM. Ginny sat up and let out a yowl that set my teeth on edge. I had already been feeling something wrong in the air, but she confirmed it. I got……

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8:38 PM

I knew it could happen. We spent the last couple of hours before she left talking about things. Just hanging out. Trying to ignore what was coming. She had her mind made up and as much as I was tempted to beg her to do anything else but, I couldn't. In my family we call it 'Sangue Pride' and she was full of it now. I could not have done any different.

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When she left, I found the cup of tea I had made for her that she never got the chance to drink. I was preparing to pray for her when I found it. As I have done in the rites, I took a large swallow of it and held it down as I focused my thoughts and began to pray. Mind over matter as I kept focused on my prayers. She knows we are weak, yet we fight to show our strength when we are bowed before Her.

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…ucking bastards!

8:38 PM

Right before I looked at the clock, I felt her words across my mind. An alluring telepath-what a combo. Was like a soft breeze across my mind.

"Take good care of Ann and Andy until I return, love. I put up a good fight like you said to. Be strong."

8:39 PM. I began to trash my apartment. I couldn't help it. I upchucked the tea and began to lash out at everything I could reach…

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…and the pathetic excuse I have for a voice screamed out loud as I tried to cope. I promised to be strong as well. Be brave. Keep going, and less than a minute in I was failing miserably at it all.

8:39 PM. The bottom dropped out of my little world and once again I was falling down the rabbit hole again. The first time was when Scorp bit me, now this.

8:52 PM I arrived at the Met and walked in. I did not have to know where she fell. I just knew. I saw the ashes laying on the floor and I fought back more tears as I bent down and put some of them in a jar as I had from the kill I did the night before. I asked her if I…
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…so there was no issues with this.

There was nothing else left. Her weapon was gone and opportunists had snagged anything of value she had. A bit of looking and I found her keys and phone. Both had ended up under a table…

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9:10 PM Scorpia called. Said someone had attacked one of the family. I tore out of the apartment in anger. Despite my misgivings of last night, I wanted this. I wanted to…

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…and this worked. My shots knocked him around and sat him up for another to finish the deed. I don't even know who was there actually or who managed to kill. I was running on automatic now. I recall asking Scorp if there was more, but when she said no, (I think she laughed?) I wandered home.

11:15 PM I began to hex up a storm. I knew who they all were and I begged the Goddess on bended knees for vengeance. Anything she wanted, just don't let those bastards get away with it. Godforsaken ANIMALS, I…..

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…I'd show that so-called witch!!!! ***** is more like it! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu…

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She was gone. My soulmate. My 'BFF' as some call it. Despite all the assurances she would come back, it didn't matter. She was gone. She'd be back, oh yes….

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…the band Cinderella sang it once. "Don't Know What You Got Till It's Gone."

She was gone and everything came into focus in that moment of clarity. Every single thing and I knew.

Everything. And I knew now…

(text unreadable here till)...love you more.

(entry ends)


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