♪ Skyler's Diary ♪

[Skylar]

♪ A Freak Like Me ♪
21 / 05 / 2015

You may have guessed this by now diary but damn if I ain’t a freak. I really love being bitten. But not just bitten. Fed from. I ******* love it. I still giggle like a ******* school girl the entire time his fangs are in me and stuff but damn. Talk about a turn on. I thought I’d be getting used to this by now. That maybe the novelty might wear off. But no. I think I kinda love it more. I’m like seriously addicted to him feeding on me.




((Also on this page: A woman is entering a door in a dim alley. A small sign over the door reads; Residents bite.))

[Skylar]

♪ Yeah, I’m in Trouble ♪
22 / 05 / 2015

Get ready for another schoolgirl entry diary, cos my guy is HOT! At least I think he is. Watching him fight is like… wow. Hot. Beyond hot. And I got to watch him in action today. He said he didn’t want them bothering us. Which yeah, I get. Those psychos in the sewers are a menace. And while I’m all for just running away, I can’t blame Ric for being a bit more proactive. But anyways. So he does his thing and I tell him he’s hot and he bolts. So apparently we aren’t past that yet. Which is kinda funny. I compliment my husband and he runs away. He’s really not used to someone loving him. It’s kinda sad really. But he’ll get used to it. I emailed him. Like always. He didn’t reply. Well. Not exactly. He just summoned me to him (which I adored) and then he kissed me and told me I type and talk too much. He’s got me there. Can’t really argue that. I told him he loves me anyways. Which he does. He agreed but he didn’t say the words. He hasn’t said the words since the night Dillon died. I’m not sure if I should worry about that or not. For now I’m gonna go with not. I guess we’ll see how much it bugs me when I next get drunk cos my subconscious won’t allow him to get away with it then. Poor Ricky. I kinda feel for him having to deal with me on a daily basis. Hahaha. Oh and he’s been messing up my hair a lot recently. It’s his go to move. Like me kicking him in the shins when he pisses me off. I think he messes my hair when he’s not sure what else to do. Like he wants to be affectionate but doesn’t know how. That’s just a theory though. Anyways… I’m gonna go get some work done. I’ve been a bit distracted recently. Need to make some weapons.




((Also on this page: A cute, little cartoon sun looking all happy.))

[Skylar]

♪ Running Shoes ♪
23 / 05 / 2015

Pyper is definitely a battle babe. If I was in any doubt before, I’m not now. She decided to warn me that one of those beast things was on the loose in the sewers again. She said she tried to kill it. Well rather her than me. If I see that thing I’m gonna throw my high heels at it and run. lol. I know. You don’t have to say it. I’m such a girl. I should probably be ashamed of myself but I’m not. It’s self-preservation. Fight or flight. I can’t fight. Don’t wanna fight. So flight is kinda my only option. Nothing wrong with knowing my limitations.




((Also on this page: A random non-descript monster getting hit in the head by a stiletto. The monster looks confused.))

[Skylar]

♪ Colour Me Happy ♪
25 / 05 / 2015

I love that Ric is pretty much, what you see is what you get. Well maybe not. But I mean like, he is who he is. He’s pretty straight forward, so there are no games to be played. Unless we’re actually playing games. Yeah. I probably should think before I write this stuff. So… Anyways… Ric fed from me leaving me all hot and bothered, so I kinda offhandedly said we either needed to go get busy, or else I was gonna have to take a cold shower. And well, his reply, “Why not both?” Damn. Right? I mean yeah I don’t need a cold shower if he’s gonna take care of my needs but if he wants to take me in the shower, ain’t no way in hell I’m turning that down. Oddly. I think that might be the place we go at most. I call it multitasking. And he’s damn good at that. And this is where I sign off before I start going into detail and winding myself up.




((Also on this page: A sketch of a couple in a steam filled shower. Off to the right a shadowy shape is writing “Get a room” on the mirror.))

[Skylar]

♪ Business As Usual ♪
27 / 05 / 2015

My swords still sell pretty regularly. Sold another today. I’m considering putting some of my better blades up for auction but well, I still wanna keep my top thirty for family. I guess if anyone emails me and asks if I make better stuff I’ll send over some pics, but until then I’m probably just gonna stock pile them. It honestly still surprises me that my stuff sells. I mean I know I rock with jewellery but this was kinda unexpected as far as products go. It’s a range I never thought I’d offer.




((Also on this page: A woman is chained to a forge, churning out swords via some sort of conveyer belt.))

[Skylar]

♪ Smith For Hire ♪
28 / 05 / 2015

Okay. So I was approached by someone. Talk about coincidences right? Only they didn’t want to buy my best. They wanted to give me a couple of dozen quality parts and let me play with them. So basically they’re gonna pay me for my skills and I’ll give them what I make. Should be interesting. The woman is kinda family I think. Sorta. She’s seeing Doc. Which is kind of a shocker, cos I I’ve never seen her at any of the parties I’ve seen him at. In fact he’s kinda always surrounded by different women. The guy must be a bit of a player. You’d of thought at his age he wouldn’t wanna be playing the field but power to him I guess. I mean that’s not for me. It was once. But not anymore. Ain’t no way in hell any guy out there is gonna ever top my Ricky and even if such a guy exists he could stand under a neon ******* sign and I still wouldn’t notice. Well… maybe I’d notice but I’d never do anything about it. I’m not that kinda girl.




((Also on this page: A few sketches of some of the melee weapons Sky could make from the parts she was given.))

[Skylar]

♪ My Guy ♪
29 / 05 / 2015

By now I think it’s pretty damn obvious how I feel about my guy. The pages here are full of it but still, he surprises me. And well, I think he’s still coming to terms with how he feels about me. So I’m gonna tell you what happened today cos it’s a cute lil’ story that shows just how adorable he can be when no-one’s looking and I kinda don’t wanna forget it. So... He summons my arse to the dank, dark sewers – which he loves to do – and just stares at me. I kid you not. He doesn’t say a ******* word. Just looks at me. So I tell him to spit it out, cos he obviously has something to say. And well, in his own bashful, round the houses kind of way, he tells me he loves me. So ******* adorable. And he doesn’t say it all that often. It’s like he’s still tasting the word to see if he likes it. So I love it when he says it. Yeah. I know. I’ve got it bad.




((Also on this page: Several hearts all in different shapes, sizes and colours.))

[Skylar]

♪ My Guy: Part 2 (More Like 200. Right?) ♪
30 / 05 / 2015

I love the way his mid works and the question he asks. Yes, he sounds like a bit of a dork at times but that’s what I love about him. He’s a real sweetie in some ways and he doesn’t mind making a prat out of himself. That’s my kinda man. So his question today was about love and if you have to say it all the time. Like every time we part and stuff. I could have said yes. I could get him to tell me every day. He’d believe me if I told him he was supposed to, but I wouldn’t do that to him. I told him to say it when he feels like it, or more accurately when he feels it. He seemed okay with that. He did say it though, before he went to go kill some critters. He told me he loved me and to be careful. How cute is that. He cares about me. I mean I knew/know he does but I kinda love hearing it. He was pretty charged up when he got home too, which again, is amazing. He more or less cut my scrubs off me. I must be as twisted as he is cos as much as he likes using his blade, I love him using it. I know. I know. Enough said. I’ll leave it there.




((Also on this page: A daisy-like flower fills the page and each petal either says; he loves me, or he loves me not.))

[Skylar]

♪ Spit It Out ♪
31 / 05 / 2015

Urgh. Why are guys so weird? I’m considering buying that book, you know the one ‘Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus’ or whatever. It might give me some insight into the male psyche. Not that I really need it. The guys – meaning the band (as if you didn’t know) – would probably tell you I’m more masculine than feminine anyways. It’s just first Pat says he needs to talk. Not sure what about. He didn’t say. I’d kinda like to know if I’m walking into a **** storm but I guess I’ll find out later. And then Ric’s all “Why’s she in our space?” cos I let Sapphire come over. She had some stuff I needed and I got why Dillon wasn’t allowed in our apartment but well, I’ve never slept with Sapphire. At least not that I know of and I’m pretty sure that’s the kind of thing I’d remember drunk or not. Plus the guys would have told me if I was so shitfaced that I didn’t remember. As far as I – and they – know, I’ve never gone home with a woman. I think that would scare me you know, if I had, cos that’s really not my thing. Thankfully I don’t think Ric’s the sort that’s gonna wanna be with two women at once. So yeah… I don’t see myself ever going there.




((Also on this page: A rolled up newspaper for which only they heading is readable. It reads; Guys Suck!))

[Skylar]

♪ Go Me! ♪
01 / 06 / 2015

I don’t know about you diary but I’m pretty god damned tired of my prattle. At least I get to get my thoughts down and walk away. You have to live with it. Sorry about that. And now I’ve apologised. Here we go again…

So I finished working the metal that Mortll gave me and **** me if I didn’t just happen to pull a wicked ******* sword out of my arse. Well. Not literally but you get the point. I can work my arse off for months and produce nothing but ****. This woman gives me some semi-decent pieces to play with and boom. Perfection. Thing looked decent too. If I was the dishonest type I’d of kept that and not told her ****. I’m too nice for my own good. Well that and I kinda respect Doc. Oh… and more importantly, my name is my brand. I can’t go ******* myself over. If that **** gets out, you’re ruined. So yeah. Regardless to say she was pleased with the results. I made several weapons. We worked out a deal for the best of the bunch and then I flogged the rest at this dodgy little shop I use. I make peanuts but well… the swords were not worth my time to put them up at auction.

Oh… addendum. Ric’s a prick. Okay he’s not. Well, he is. But I kinda ******* love it. Anyways, point being he likes his space. Still. I try not to go near his desk if I can help it. Okay that’s about my only complaint. I take it all back. He’s a sweetie. And he’s not reading this while I write it or anything. He knows you exists diary, he’s just not nosey enough to read through you. Which is probably a good thing, cos he already thinks I’m weird. If he read half the **** in here I’m sure I’d get a spanking or something. Hmm… Might leave you out where he can find you… Open at a carefully selected entry. Haha. That could be fun. **** I derailed myself. The reason for writing this. He wouldn’t sleep with me on his damned desk. But he did sleep with me. On the couch… So… What the **** am I bitching about?!




((Also on this page: A few random doodles. Nothing noteworthy.))