The Necromancer's Journal

[Hariasa]

((A plain, leather-bound book lies on a nondescript desk inside a nondescript crypt. The handwriting upon its pages is equally unremarkable.))

April 5, 2012

It appears that the lost Stella Blake will soon be meeting her first true brush with death. In case I do not find my way back (though I have no doubt in my mind that I will), I hope that my sister will find this book before any others do. She has understood me more than the others have, which, unfortunately, isn't saying much.

I will preface this volume by saying outright that my loyalty to our sire, my savior, was never a question. Because of what I was as a human, I am immune to some of her charms, like I would be to any other's. She alone kept me from a far worse fate, the one that was waiting for me that very night when my body was about to give out. I did not join Habren and Mircea in their hunt out of any sort of misplaced loyalty. I aided them because it was the quickest way to ensure a hand in avenging the death of Vivianna. It is unfortunate that the one target I was able to inflict damage upon was one who did not participate in hunting my childe down.

So, where did this story begin? Tristan, my brother, if you can call him that (and I am sure he feels just as warmly about me) was killed at the club. Further casualties were Oria's leg and Sundial's guts. All for a bounty posted by an entity no one really knows anything about. Well, Tristan's death was for the bounty. Oria and Sundial? Apparently being in the wrong place at the wrong time, when a brat who apparently was never disciplined enough decided she has no reason to obey the same rules set forth for everyone else.

I will come out and say for the record here that Amaranthia shows no favoritism. My sister had her ribs broken by her then-boyfriend, who showed up for his shift as though nothing happened. When I shot him at point-blank range and left, Asmodeus was bewitched to attack me back, right on the streets. Amusingly, it is always those who act as if the rules are above them who complain about the "unfairness."

Let me apologize, by the way, for my less-than-stellar grasp of grammar. It seems that the head wound Phoenix inflicted upon me has left me a mere mediocre genius. Thankfully, I was able to heal the brunt of it.

Yes, anyway. Tristan was killed, and the lovely Phoenix posted his obituary. They have been at each others' throats since before even I took issue with her. I'm sure it was quite the victory, to kill off the Telepath. I still have the hope that I will take her down with me. The little voyeur will regret the night she crossed me.

Which was not tonight, when she struck back, by the way. Nor was it yesterday, after her puppet tried to strike me in the catacombs. (As an aside, it took the two of them double-teaming me before I took any damage. Two strong young people to strike a little old lady, and even then, left me with two gashes in my left thigh. I would have expected more, to be honest).

No, that night was late last spring. I had spent most of the night with Chad, and invited him to my apartment for a bit. Nothing like that happened. He's a gentleman. We were talking and I noticed a figure in the shadows. I do not know if Chad saw her, but I was able to smack Phoenix's hand away before she could pick my pockets.

Who does that? Who sneaks into people's homes, especially when they are entertaining, just for pocket change?

Did I use the Necropolis as an excuse to hit Phoenix? Of course I did. She had it coming for almost a year.

[Hariasa]

April 5, 2012

How could I have made such a gross error? I had every last detail plotted, until I forgot to cast one stupid spell. I've been using the shadows to cover my tracks, but I forgot at sundown and they found my crypt. Not only did they find me, they found Vivi.

And now she's dead again.

It was personal already. But to kill my childe while I regain my strength in the Realm was too far.

Yes, I still have the wound, and it looks horrible. It's like I'm some sort of accident victim. But I've healed my mind. Unluckily for Phoenix and Caine, I have mastered life almost as well as I have mastered death. The critical wound is not so critical; my blood has been refilled; my spiritual energy has returned.

I will bide my time and hide. I can get into any building and duck into the shadows while they search the streets for a sighting.

It is almost a shame that my conscience has not been around to stop me. I asked his brother if he knew, so I could say goodbye, but Silver said he was going to ask me the same thing. He is probably the only one that can keep me from acting on my baser instincts, for a while, at least.

No, it's better off that Chad is not around to see me kill Phoenix.

[Hariasa]

April 6, 2012

Some idiot decided to curse me. I'm pretty sure I know who it is. I just can't prove it. It's sad, really, he had such promise.

I've hidden well, at least, and I have discovered something very interesting as others are coming out of the woodwork.

I am not the only one with a grudge, it seems. I am no social butterfly, by any means, but it turns out that the populace's indifferent attitude toward me is a blessing in disguise. No one loves me, but no one hates me, either.

I think I will play this to my advantage. Perhaps I will not need to try so hard, after all. If we combine our forces, we can all leave this episode behind us.

[Hariasa]

April 8, 2012

Today started well, at least. No additional wounds, no pathetic attempts at curse, and Amaranthia came to my aid. I started the night feeling as though I could take on the world.

But, then the proverbial **** hit the fan. Instead of dealing with Phoenix, there was drama at Amaranthia's club.

I swear, the hardest thing I have ever had to do might have been trying to block either telepath from finding out my intentions. I just can not understand why Tristan and Leiren bother having verbal arguments. Then, they can keep the rest of the world out of their fights.

I have no idea what went down earlier, but something prompted my sister to attack my savior. I put on a neutral front, and am almost certain Leiren didn't figure me out and Tristan didn't pay me any attention. I am confident that Tristan didn't see me heal Amaranthia, so Leiren can't read his memories and see what I did.

She fired everyone, but it really doesn't matter to me. I was only there for an excuse to let off a couple of rounds without participating in one of those idiotic turf wars. Besides, I shot Phoenix.

I would come back if Amaranthia ever asks. Clubs are not really my thing, but she saved my life, so I owe her at least that much.