Zodiac's Grimoire and Diary

[Zodiac]

Volume 11, Page 329
11/25/2016 11:39 PM

I seriously need to find a Staples store and see if they still have the 'Easy Button'. Was a gag gift a few years ago. Smack it, and it says the catch phrase 'That was easy!'

'Black Friday' is almost done, and it was a winner. As opposed to last year, we stocked a bit light and now some of mine are hitting the warehouse to get us ready for round 2 tomorrow. I guess since things are trying to calm down at home now (all that Prexy BS in the US) people relaxed and cracked open their wallets. Still tallying receipts, but looks like this year ranked 2nd in total sales so far.

That's all the holidays are anymore. A weird little wack job I met recently reminded me of that factoid. No matter how kind and caring business can be, the bottom line is always the dollar. Of course, we all know that kind and caring are matters of perspective. Jenn thought I had finally slipped into full tilt insanity when I said I was tempted to go join the protestors over the pipeline running through tribal land. I fail to see the problem (provided I can find some shade occasionally in the daytime) I could protest at night. Perhaps one of the real concepts the news should be focusing on instead of Hilly and Don or Kayne having a nervous breakdown on stage. (Guess the strain of being a genius finally got to him. WTF? Wile-E-Coyote never cracked under the pressure.) Or all the self important famous people suddenly back pedaling on their vows to leave America if Trump won. (Goddess, please- don't let them come here. Some dumb **** will turn one of them and we will have to hear their nonsense forever. Not good.)

The madness has arrived and, as always, promises to be a ride on a rocket sled till December 27th. I used to be happy this time of year, but like everything else a haze is settling in on some things. Not all, of course. Scored a few bargains and made some deals and poor Iris will have to make more than one trip this time delivering food baskets to the shelters and personal deliveries. The air of malaise and haze has not swallowed that joy from my life. Yet.

I'm a gypsy. What can I say? We like seeing people eating good. (I do anyways) Sometimes a full belly makes a world of difference.

But other things that used to perk me up are drifting to the blah side of things. Actually it shouldn't and my issues with my new kinda/sorta life should not even be part of it. I was lucky. Frozen in time in the prime of youth. All kinds of energy and ideas and nothing to stop me. The world should be just one big party boat for me to run crazy in, but it's not. I still can't put a finger to it all exactly. This time of year I loose myself in the mad quest to get more dollars than the other businesses around me. It's easier that way. No thinking or pondering other things. Just focus on the beautiful money. It usually works till after New Years and we settled down into the dull, endless drudge till Spring again. Icy days and nights with nothing to do gives you all kinds of time to think on things.

[Zodiac]

Mid February. 2017

What is it that they say?

It's just like riding a bike.

As she approached the front window of the clothing store, she timed her steps so the man coming from her right was just passing her when he was in reach. Her left hand moved with the speed of a snake, yet tempered with the touch of a butterfly landing as she made contact. As both parties continued to move in their chosen directions, her left hand returned and pressed itself tight against her breast as she continued to advance. The man continued his journey in blissful oblivion as she stopped in front of the window and pretended to be interested in the display. Her left hand still tight to her bosom as she allowed time to pass and when she was sure, both her hand returned and sought refuge from the cold within the sleeves of the hooded cloak she wore. Her arms lifted as the sleeves joined in the middle, making her look like some monk adorned in a bright purple robe with white fur trims.

She turned to the right and blended in with the flow of people. After a few blocks she paused just within the mouth of an alley and pulled her left hand into view. She studied the wallet for a few moments and examined its contents. ID, credit cards, photos, cash, a spare condom, a key- the usual fare found in a man's back pocket. Her right hand appeared with a handkerchief and gently wiped the wallet down to remove any stray fingerprints she might have left on it then wrapped it around the hunk of mock leather, then held it around her prize. She continued on down the street till she found a mail box and dropped the wallet into it. The handkerchief returned into the depths of her sleeve and was followed by matching gloves being pulled onto her hands.

"Still got it," she thought. It was a type of survivor skill she had nearly perfected when she was still alive. That skill was honed and refined even more when she joined the ranks of the vampires. When you spent the larger part of your life as a wanderer, money was hard to get and when situations did not allow you to earn it properly, you had to resort to less than lawful means. A girl had to eat and live. Once she was turned, 'eating' was not so major a problem, but living was the same. A place to stay safe = money. Clothing = money. And so on.

The mystic adjusted her hood to block the chill of the winds a bit better as she kept a slow, unhurried pace. The shops were closing now and drifting along in the groups of people making their own ways home was a calming thing for her. No questions to answer, no insights to offer, no potions to brew or spells to cast. This was her time to run in a low mental gear and let the stress be purged from her mind. Later she'd finally aim herself at home or perhaps stop and check in on CC. Her business kept way different hours than hers so when she would be done was anyone's guess. The money was out there, begging to be taken. It was one of the things what some said was a unlikely couple agreed upon. They just went about collecting it differently.

TBC

[Zodiac]

Mid February 2017

A gypsy and a pole dancer walk into a bar.

It always sounded like the start of a bad joke to her, and the corners of her violet tinted lips lifted a touch as she continued. Reflex. Many had raised their eyebrows and shook their heads when word finally began to get around. It made no sense to most and those that felt they had it figured out were so far off the mark she had to laugh. She never elaborated why. Why should she? She had grown tired of explaining herself to everyone about things she would do. How many accepted her input on matters? Precious few.

If she did decide to actually explain the matter, it would be an answer most would not be able to accept. They were very much alike but not in the obvious ways. Oh, there were a few of those as well, but the sameness went deeper. Both of them had their origins in old European traditions and because of that, both of them were always met with skepticism and mistrust. Both of them worked in worlds most would ignore with contempt or consider a joke at best. When considering their relationship in that light, the two of them could identify easy with the issues both of them have with the end result being intelligent conversations on how each could improve and do better in their chosen fields. Neither encroached on what the other did or tried to immerse themselves into each others business dealings. Such a thing would not work. Both women were too competitive by nature and such a thing would create more issues rather than solving them. By staying in their own 'worlds' they were able to help each other make those 'worlds' better.

A noise to her left broke her train of thought. A set of amber eyes peered at her from the darkness surrounding the trash cans. She was tempted to try and rescue the cat from the cold, but not all of them seemed comforted by her attentions anymore. She would probably adopt them all if she could. A little wave of her hand and silent prayers of protection before she continued on.

Cats was another common thing between them. She had been surprised when CC was practically first in line when she announced Ginny was expecting and when she inspected the litter for the first time, CC managed to pick the rowdiest one of the bunch. Czesław, as she called him, enjoyed terrorizing his siblings. Even had the kitten stones to challenge Ginny herself once. That ended quite badly for the kitten, but the dancer had zero problems with him. It was almost like her own experience back in the day. Ginny picked her. Czeslaw picked CC. The same could be said in other things. When Zodiac learned how to morph her shape into an animal form she surprised herself, and a ton of others, by turning into a snow owl instead of the expected cat. It would have been fun to explore the world in the way Ginny did, but something inside said she should fly instead. The first time she mentioned the fact to CC, lo and behold, she was taking a bird form as well. It wasn't something you copied. It just happened. The amusing part was when they changed.

TBC

[Zodiac]

Mid February 2017

Normally, if it was a matter of a physical confrontation CC insisted she was the 'protector'. It was something Zodiac could not argue. When it came to physical strength the dancer was far stronger than she was. How had the gypsy put it to a friend once? She was a brain in a glass jar. All mental powers but no real muscle.

However, in animal form, fate had played an odd jest on the pair. CC transformed into a breed of bee eater. A tiny little thing that could nest easy in the palm of your hand while the gypsy turned into a flying tank. The wingspan alone was larger than she was tall as a human and certainly dwarfed CC when they were both changed. CC was quicker, but the snow owl was made for the long haul and could defend itself easy against other hunting birds. Once when they went out to fly, she turned into the protector when a hawk saw CC as a tasty treat.

So interesting how these things ended up being.

It wasn't always a smooth flight. Again, the corners of her mouth rose up a bit as she laughed inwardly at her own bad pun. There were times they argued. Sometimes to the point of violence. Some would be shocked by such behavior (at least among the majority of the living) but at least as far as the gypsy had been raised such behavior between couples was actually quite normal. It was like a purging of spirit. Getting all the cobwebs and shadows out of your system, and once that was finally done they could talk as rational people again, as well as the apologies and the making up. She smiled at that thought.

"Excuse me?" a voice broke her thoughts. She looked up at a group of three people with luggage in hand. Tourists. Or perhaps more hunters of the supernatural come to town hoping to find evidence or just see (or perhaps- even to hunt) a vampire and more.

They were lost and she considered for a moment. People like these at times like this were the easiest of prey to had. Point them down a wrong street or dead end and they were yours to enjoy. If she had not fed earlier she may have done it. Instead she quickly wrote down the directions that would lead them to their goal. They thanked her while she inclined her head in acknowledgement and handed each of them a card advertising her shop. Once all the chattering was done (on their part) they headed North while the gypsy continued West.

to be concluded.

[Zodiac]

Mid February 2017

"What the hell is the connection?"

She'd been asked that before several times. How could she have bound herself to such a person? They simply could not see the answers in front of them. Too many people placed the gypsy in molds or views that they could understand and cope with, but in truth she never 'fit in' to the average molds at all. She was born different, raised differently, and continued to walk and grow in that difference. Some parts of the molds fit very nicely but too many spots in them were too large for her to fill or bit into her spiritual flesh because of how they were shaped or dictated they had to be. Every person in the history of people had this problem, but the majority sought to conform. Forcing themselves to grow, shrink, or change just to 'fit in' to the world's view or that of a particular person or group. The time to learn how to do that was long past. "Live free." her grandmother had always told her.

"Do what you must. Survive."

CC understood this. She lived it and was smart enough not to try and force Zo into any kind of mold. They were what they were and both reveled in that fact.

Was it love?

Zodiac had witnessed a parade of souls come into her shop seeking answers to that question as far as themselves were concerned over time. If she was a total cynic she would tell them that love was a marketable commodity at best. How much of the world's economy was geared around the idea of buying this or that will lead you to true love and how many of them tossed their hard earned dollars out for answer after answer that always fell woefully short? CC's club thrived on this logic. People paying for an illusion of being loved, if only for a few moments. People paid Zodiac to read the cards, sell them candles and potions and charms in hopes of finding that elusive 'forever and ever'.

If love was like war, both CC and herself would be considered profiteers. Criminals in the game of love counting their money. She tried. Oh so many times she tried to advise those that came to her what to do, but no one wanted to change a bit. Everyone wants the quick fix, the magic bandage, or whatever to solve the problem now.

More often than not, when the sessions was finished, the gypsy would give a percentage of her clients one of CC's business cards with their change. Getting laid did not cure her client's problems, but it made most feel better for a time.

Sometimes that was best anyone could hope for. Love was not eternal and it never lasted. Zodiac knew this. When she loved, it was fierce and deep but fate always seemed to conspire against her. Love died, or love took some time for itself and never returned. Love was sometimes lust in disguise or once it had gained what it wanted, Love suddenly something else. She made no illusions on her feelings for CC. Yes, she loved her but how long would fate smile on them she did not venture to guess.

Love was not eternal. All one could do was hold on to it as long as they could and see where the winds of fate took them. So far, all was well, and she was happy in that. CC was happy. It all clicked together. Why did everyone have an issue with that?

"What the hell is it with you two? I don't see it." She had been asked this many times. Zo simply smiled in reply when asked. She just didn't have the desire to explain herself anymore to anyone. Let them think what they will. Odds are, they would anyway and nothing she could say would make them think otherwise, so let them wonder.

It made this illusion of existence far easier to cope with.

END

[Zodiac]

Volume 12, Page 104
5/14/2017 9:26 PM

It has been a while since I simply ranted or talked to you, dear one. Much of the writings I have done in you have either been business statistics or progress in spell works. But hey- be fair. That 'summoning up the tentacles' deal was pretty damn awesome. (Note: apologize to Jennifer for the 300th time and swear yet again no one will see the video footage we took when I tried it. Personally I was jealous in spots. Hentai got nothing on this.)

Nothing really new to discuss outside of almost every shop in HR had a major system glitch that caused us to be closed down for three days. (Damn hackers.) but all is going normal now again. Lost three days of income and so did my emps. (Note: make that up to them ASAP)

That's it. Winter has finally given into Spring and Summer is on the horizon (can finally go barefoot again) but things are continuing to change now. Where are my bitches and witches at? Beltane was actually a disappointment. I was all alone out there except for Ginny. If any are still honoring the old ways they are doing it in private or I am not getting clued in to where the rites are being held. Or worse. No one cares anymore. That surprises me. There used to be so many of us, but now? Perhaps the old is giving way to the new status quo now. A unforgivable sin, as Nanna would say. Some parts of the past are eternal and do not change. That was drilled into my head since I was 5 years old. I simply cannot fathom how people (alive or otherwise) can't have a sense of wonder anymore and dare to reach beyond what the false god Science says is so. Science has it's place- don't get me wrong- but it can't explain everything. There is simply too much out there to be broken down into a math problem and considered solved.

Or maybe people are tired now of exploring the infinite and want an easy answer? Perhaps so. All those science types still trying to figure out why some of us drink blood and do all the things we can do has not stopped I am sure. Yeah, the world knows we exist now and it will not be happy till they can give out our powers in a daily vitamin pill for all to take. Everything comes back to money with the priests of Science. Nanna said that too and she wasn't wrong. Take the joy and wonder out of simply being a part of the cosmos itself and boil it down to a simple thing they can sell like crazy. How do things like this enrich the spirit or inspire the soul?

They don't, but it helps with someone's profit margin. Best believe that. I hear rumor the other day that some have come to our little hamlet in Canada and (supposedly) are willing to pay to be turned. Mother of us all- what insanity is that? I have made 'children' before with mainly sad results. To think I would even consider turning one just so they could go out into the rest of world? Clueless? With no guidance or education on what they are becoming? And do what?

My mind is locked into fizzle-fry mode considering that.

So I stay on the path my Nanna set me on and weep for the world around me. There is still a remnant. The faithful still come to me and the cards are rarely still, but they are the small seekers and not the ones who strove to understand. Where are the priests? The witches? Hell, I'd settle for a Diabolic to walk in the door if for no other reason to show me I am not alone in all of this.

Well, enough rambling for now, old friend. Perhaps I should see if Jennifer is willing to help me with a new conjuration I have been working on.

Or maybe not. Notes and details to follow.

*Smoochies*

[Zodiac]

Volume 12, Page 238
9/13/2017 11:46 PM

Ah, my favorite time of the year. The changes are in the air now. That crispness in the night air that persists till almost mid morning. The tiny traces in the trees and the ever growing hours of darkness vs the daylight.

Thank the goddess for something to get excited about.

Is a sad statement when the changing of the seasons brings out more of a response from me than current events. Yes, blessed autumn– only to be followed by suck *** winter with snow and ice and cold and more cold and more ice and more snow and cold.

Did I mention the cold?

One of my quirks despite being one of the night feeder crowd. I have seen vamps run around in nothing but a bikini in the dead of winter, but me? Four layers of clothes, coat, scarf, mittens, boots, a cloak with hood and my apartment is a blast furnace with a fire going 24/7. Never did figure that one out why I was still so cold in such weather. I always was when I was alive, but I got cheated when I died. I got cheated in other ways too, but you have heard all about that before, old friend so I won’t go into that.

But back to fall. I always loved pumpkin time. My birthday had nothing to do it. It was a fun time. A time of change, and yes, it holds the time when the veil grows quite thin between this world and the next. Science, of course, says this is a load of crap, but until science can manage to do something useful– like say, cure the common cold, I ignore science as much as possible. I have to trust what I have experienced and seen/felt rather than a calculation. I spoke to a couple of my ‘sisters in the craft’ one eve and suggested we try to contact the spirit of a dead scientist. Carl Sagan was my choice (no real reason, but I always liked the tone of his voice) After much debate we decided against it. Besides, if Sagan was a true science only guy, he would not answer us. ‘What? Do something in the afterlife that would tell the world Science is WRONG?’

Pity.

Speaking of science, I encountered the good Doctor again recently. Man, that boy is falling apart for some reason. Is hard to say why exactly. Something is off inside him. His usual cool/suave ‘Nothing bothers me’ attitude is malfunctioning a bit. It was the eyes. They always give things like that away along with half a hundred other tiny clues no one is aware they are sending out. It was during that ‘frenzy’ that we all fell into. Kill anything that wasn’t one of us. There he was. All dressed to the nines in one of those 300 dollar plus suits (to be fair, he does cut a good look in them) being all cool and calm. Gun in one hand and the usual falling out of his mouth.

But it didn’t fit the norm. People of fact and logic are so much easier to read when something tips their bunson burner as opposed to people who live by their hearts. My best guess is the poor guy went and got himself a case of emotions. Who in the hell managed to give him some feel cooties? Wasn’t me. I fell into the ‘out of sight– out of mind’ pile. ********! He will never know how much that comment hurt.

Anyways, time for me to get busy. A few late night clients are due in soon. I will discuss more of the misadventures of the Doctor next entry.

Toodles. *big kisses*

[Zodiac]

Volume 12, Page 241
9/20/2017 6:00 PM

Well, I must say this was rather disappointing.
All of us gearing up for the battle of the century and now *Poof!* all over?
Somewhere in this city an individual is holding the keys of deliverance and damnation in their hands. And I missed it, or at least the finale of it. I don’t think I did a lot either way in this matter beyond feeding information I uncovered in hacks and a bit of recon. That’s me. Just walking along. Hello, don’t mind me, it’s just that crazy fortune teller some of you may have heard of. Nothing special here. Ignore me and maybe I will just go away. Get distracted by shiny things or a stray cat.

Well, someone didn’t buy the ********.

I, of all people. Me, yes me. ME! Me? Who me? WHO ME? YES, ME!

Was attacked.

Who the hell was this *****? I had no clue. One second I am strolling along looking for a cat that wasn’t even in the building, the next I am in a brawl. I know I can piss people off without trying hard, but this was ridiculous! The fact she was a slice and dice type of attack spoke volumes. But, as I would say to my childers– ‘Never bring a knife to a magick fight!’

I suddenly found myself elsewhere. (Stupid Buckle!) That was crazy. Standing there huffing and puffing in the back room of some store one second after I was brawling for my life. (note: send whoever owns that place some money. I think my last Shide I summoned blew a hole in his/her wall) What happened? What happened? I was literally running in a circle– ready to zap anything that moved.

Then a I had a feeling as if something swept over me. A name, a challenge they made and lost. I imagine I could go to the hospital, see if they were registered, bring flowers, go to their room and say ‘Bet ya won’t try that again, huh?’

I could but I won’t. Yeah, I am a smart *** but not a total asshole. I knew there would be fighting in this but I did not expect anyone to directly challenge me. Hell, I never thought I’d survive one of these deals. Every time I tried to play in the Arena I always had my *** handed to me in Round One. I should be floating in the Nexus now. My first thought was to try and make nice with this ‘Gretchen’ person. Show her I am not the demon some think all of my kind are.

Perhaps one day, but not today. Too much to think about now since the ‘prize’ I sought now has found an owner and his or her intentions are unknown.

Time to drag Nanna’s deck out and have a serious talk with the beyond.

Also, I need to find that walking brick wall 'brother' of mine. I tell Mordie what happened, he might actually smile! Seriously!

[Zodiac]

Volume 12, Page 269
10/13/2017 9:51 PM

Well, I expected something to happen on this day of the fate of the Templars. A quick FYI (not sure I wrote this down elsewhere) on October 13th, 1307 (was a Friday as well) King Philip of France decided to worm his way out of the debts he owed The Order of the Knights Templar by getting permission from Pope Clement the fifth to accuse them (falsely) of heresy against the church. (Nice ******* guy so far, right?)

In the end, the knights they caught was tortured into confessing to something that probably didn’t do, got burnt at the stake and Philip never had to pay a dime. I imagine he was sore regardless. Most common scenario? The church impounded and claimed all Templar holdings, so odds are Philip did not gain a dime either in the deal. Leave it to the church. All in the name of God, who happens to be know by the names Gold, Profit, and folding Money.

Oh, I could ramble all night on that subject, but that’s not why I am writing. I was thinking dear old Friday the 13th would have been a beautiful and symbolic day for whoever has the (so called) cure to start victimizing vamps. Bad luck for blood suckers Day.

So far, nothing’s happened, but the longer this goes on, the more I am convinced whoever has it (vamp or human) does not mean any of us night types any good. Anyone who was for developing this little gem to help vamps might have been looking for subjects to help the process. No one in my web of contacts has vanished or heard anything, and it is a pretty large web I have woven here. It only does NOT extend into the ‘meta human’ groups out there. Silence means 1 of 2 things. Either whoever has it is not in my web or being very tight lipped, or those who have it I cannot see. Either answer equals no good for vamps. If either side meant well by this, some type of rumors would be being whispered out there.

But as for now? Crickets.

I really should bet a face to face going with Alexandrea. She was the only one who reached out to me when all this was going down. I imagine everyone else was wrapped up in their own investigations (that’s the answer I choose to go with. If I had been cut out of the loop on purpose by others? Well, **** them too when the **** finally hits the fan. Survival of the fastest and smartest– meaning me.) See if she learned anything new since this all went down.

So yes, I thought this day would be quite symbolic to launch an attack against the night crowd. Obvious whoever is doing this is just gonna hit when they feel they are ready, but I am basically disappointed. No flash or pizzaz. No sense of style like a classic villain at all. It will be some boring day no one cares about at all. Fudgesticks!

All Hallows would be the next logical target day, but I have my doubts. If it’s the zealots, it will be a day with meaning to them. Makes me wish I had snagged a copy of their history the one time I was in St James. I have known Paladins, of course. Even been on friendly terms. Hell, 3 of them worked in my shops for me on the day shifts. But there was an understanding there. I never pried into their dealings and they left mine alone as well. I never tried to learn the secrets of the Order from them. I tried my best to show them that not all of us were bad. The whole deal did not end well, but not by my hand. One got themselves turned, the other two vanished without a clue.

I actually miss them sometimes.

Anyways, enough of this. Getting too into the Halloween groove to let this get me down now. Lots to do yet before the big party.

Later, skater.

[Zodiac]

Volume 12, Page 281
10/28/2017 11:34 PM

This is Halloween!

Well, almost. All things are going right on schedule, and at my private party I do have a ton of delights in store for those blessed with an invitation. The grand finale should be all and more-except for those with a weak stomach. I can hear them now. ‘Oh, I can’t believe this! You are such a nice person– how could you?’

Desperate times requires desperate measures and a healthy dose of ‘old time religion’ is sadly called for now. The so called Lords and Ladies of the night aren’t doing anything to solve our current problem. Hell, half of them are too stupid to see there is a problem. Slowly, public opinion is turning now and eventually it will begin to bite us all. I can only hope the ones that thought it was such a clever idea to ‘come out of the coffin’ is getting the worst of it all. They are beyond my help or concern. I will not help them even if I could.

However, there are a few– precious few– who I will seek to aid in all of this. Call a blanket of protection down through blood and souls. I do not do this lightly. I have thought about this for months now. Weighing the balance of the pros and cons of it all. I have enough crimes against my souls to be judged for one day to be doing such a thing, but I can only hope when that day comes She will understand why I did this.

Someone has to do something. And throwing meet and greets and bake sales and having Q and A sessions with the living is not going to help.

Anyway, to more easier problems, I had to have a firm discussion with several of my ‘human’ workers in the shops. I walked into the Eye this night and saw Christmas themed displays being sat in place. ‘It’s the thing to do to make sure you are making money!’ they argued as I made my wishes clear that the displays come down now.

Outside of Rule #1: Zodiac is Goddess and Rule #2: Don’t argue with the Goddess there is only a few verbatim rules in place beyond no stealing, cheating on the time cards, etc.

One of them is ‘Each season of faith will have its proper time and place to be catered to.’ I am not thinking Christmas now, Samhain has not even come to pass yet nor has the Day of the Dead. Items and displays of these seasons come down November 4th and not before. Christmas begins to appear starting November 5th, and all the true big sale items go up when we close mid day the 23rd to prepare for Black Friday the 24th.

End of discussion.

I can’t be too mad at them. They are only mortal. Seeking out the almighty dollar has been pounded into their heads all their lives. Plus, the living workers tended to come and go. Seasonal. Unlike my ‘night shift’, many of whom have been with me for years and some since the very beginning. Those who can follow the rules of working for me reap the benefits of doing so. Their paychecks grow, gifts, bonuses. I prosper and so do they. Pity they all cannot be like Jennifer, but she is a very special case. She knew me when I was still alive and decided to stay with me when she puzzled out the truth of things. She has reaped the benefits of standing by me in all of this. I practically paid for her entire college education plus a place to live, a car. I trust her to be the balance in the decisions I make business wise and she is, perhaps, the only one who can look me in the eye and tell me how stupid an idea I may have actually is because she can show my why it is so.

I know one day she will grow beyond me. Her sole ambition can’t be helping me run my little empire. It’s a 24/7 job sometimes. I wonder what ambitions she has and how will those interact with mine.

Note to self: Make an evening free to have a long talk with her.

Jennifer of course will be kept oblivious to what I am planning for All Hallows. There are a few lines I have not crossed with her and I cannot help but feel a human sacrifice would be crossing some very large lines with her. I could explain it all for days, I am sure, but I doubt she would truly understand nor accept it. I’d be lost without her. I admit. Too often vampire business takes me away from normal business and she is the one who keeps the Good Ship Lollypop on course for me.

Who knows? If our little vampire playground is crushed, I may end up working for her elsewhere.

Anyway, lots to do. The site has been chosen. Preparations to be made. Invocations, the ground needs to be blessed, etc, etc. Our ‘lamb’ has been chosen and is being watched. Being kept safe till they are required.

More when it happens.