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Dillon says I look amazing. I kind of have to take his word for it as I’m not really liking the image in the mirror these days. Apparently though I have a healthy glow about me. Of course the jackass didn’t just tell me that. He teased me first. Said something about me having eaten someone that agreed with me and he sure as **** wasn’t talking about me sinking my teeth into someone in the vampiric way. I slapped him across the face for being crude. Probably shouldn’t have done that. I’m a lot stronger now than I used to be and the poor ******** still has my handprint on him. I really need to remember to hit like a girl when messing around with him. He just knows how to rile me up though. I’m going to placate my conscience and say he deserved it. And then probably buy him dinner or something.

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Oh I met that Charlotte chick today too. That makes her like the third person in the fam I’ve met. I should probably make an effort to meet a few more. It certainly helps to know what people look like. I probably should have asked around at the auction. Had Ellie introduce me to people or something? Oh well. Maybe next time. I’d be interested to see what Doc looks like. Ellie seems threatened by him, so I bet he must be a looker.[/size][/color][/font]



((Also on this page: A couple are standing on the roadside and watching as their young child hold a car above their head.))

Okay so I’ve thought about this for a while now. Probably given it too much thought come to think of it but whatever. I finally figured out some ground rules for Dillon. First he has to keep vampires a secret. Like no real conversations about them. Movies, books, etc. are fine. He just can’t go around blabbing that we are real and correcting people on the lore and stuff. Secondly he has to keep my secrets. So he’s not allowed to open his big mouth and betray my confidence. I add in a clause of, it’s okay to tell certain people, certain things if the situation is pretty dire. So like. If I do something stupid. Like seriously stupid, he’s allowed to go get someone I trust. I made sure he had Ellie’s number just in case. Rule number three is that he has to get a life. I told him that before and he disappeared so now he has to check in at least once a night in case I need him. Oh and if I do need him for whatever reason he needs to do what I need done. I shouldn’t have to use that very often but it’s a handy clause to have. Lastly, he has to be himself, but a less pathetic, love sick puppy like version of himself. I told him it’s okay to have feelings for me but that he has to realise I’m never going to be his girl or anything. We’re friends. Good friends. Really ******* good friends. But that’s where it ends.



((Also on this page: A scroll containing the rules in a simplified version. 1 - Keep vamps secret. 2 - Keep my secrets. 3 - Be useful but get a life. Check in once in a day. 4 - Be yourself. Underneath the rules she’s signed and dated the document for both herself and Dillon.))

I went out for dinner with Charlie last night. It was kind of weird just hanging out with a girl. Good weird. Not bad weird. And she seemed happy today when I switched out the weapon I gave her the other day. I don’t mind doing that. I mean I have a fair few kicking about and if she or anyone else wants to upgrade I’m more than happy to help.

Spent a little time with Ric too. After he threatened to stab me. I had no idea if he was joking on that one or not, but I took my chances. I swear the more I know him, the less sense he makes. He doesn’t like birthdays. How can anyone not like birthdays and presents and stuff? We chatted about it because I finally found his gift. I think Dillon hid it truth be told. Might need to add a new rule to that list of his. He gets all weird if I even mention Ric’s name. It’s really childish but I probably shouldn’t go adding new rules and correcting every little thing I don’t like about him. Or should I? Nah. It’d be wrong on so many levels. He wouldn’t be Dillon if he didn’t bug me.



((Also on this page: A crying child is stomping on what looks to have once been a birthday present. In the background the remnants of a cake are smeared down the wall, and it’s only the squidgy mess with a few rouge candles around it that show what the mess actually was.))

Apparently my lack of fangs is interesting. I half expected Ric to start poking around in my mouth to see for himself if I was telling the truth. I guess a vamp without fangs isn't something you see every day. Makes feeding a *****. I gotta confess I'm half jealous of the ease with which others can feed. Though probably not in my best interest to feed of people anyway, what with the fact Dillon remembered me doing it the next day. Looks like I'm stuck drinking that packaged ****. Maybe I should go the way some others do and start drinking from my own kind. I mean it's forbidden or something but seems so much easier. I mean another vamp isn't gonna care if you sink their fangs into them. Or at least they shouldn't. I mean who cares if they remember. Right?



((Also on this page: A male vampire is inspecting his fangs in the mirror. Around him are two thought bubbles. In one he's imagining biting a person and in the other another vampire. Neither scenario seems to appeal to him, though the expression on his face is difficult to judge.))

It takes money to make money. That’s the saying right? It’s stupid how easy it is to make money these days. I mean making swords for me is a hobby and yet still, I managed to make a fair bit off it today and all I sold was two pieces. So I guess it comes as no surprise to anyone that knows me that I went on a bit of a splurge. I bought Ric some camping stuff, Ellie a designer t-shirt and the band some new equipment. They’ve been bugging me for like, forever, to dip into my trust fund money but I’ve always refused. Well today I managed to raise the money myself. So that’s that. They’re all happy and stuff. I think each and every one of them hugged and kissed me. Not that I minded. I love those guys. If they’re happy, I’m happy. I was half tempted to buy them stuff myself and just gift it to them, but it was definitely a better plan to have them join in on the process. They acted like kids in a candy store when they realised the real reason I’d dragged them to the music store. I’d told them we needed to replace an amp and that if they didn’t come with me I was going to buy the cheapest one. I bet they’re glad now that they came with. Good job too that I rented us a place to keep the equipment. Well, it’s more than that really, it’s a rehearsal space. It’s not soundproofed yet or anything, but it will be.



((Also on this page: The receipts to the items she bought.))

What is a friend? When does someone go past the acquaintance level and become a friend? Oh, and can you consider someone a friend if they don’t consider you one? Ric said a while back that we weren’t friends. I blew that off. I mean, he’s socially inept, so like he’d know, but it’s gotten me thinking. I mean. I think he’s a friend. And today he text me to say he’d be out of town. I mean. If you don’t consider someone a friend, then you don’t let them know that now do you? Or do you? I wouldn’t text someone and tell them I’d be out of town unless I had to. Hell I wouldn’t even tell my parents these days. Maybe I’m over thinking this. Yeah. Probably. Next time he says we aren’t friends, I’ll just tell him we are and that he has to suck it up and deal with it.. I think that might be the best way to go. I mean… If he still talks to me after that, he obviously agrees.



((Also on this page: Nothing interesting a few random doodles that are nothing more than shapes and lines. Signs that Sky spent more time thinking over what she’d written than she’d ever actually admit to.))

Ric’s home. I’m probably a little too happy about this but I’m not going to admit that to Dillon. I hope to god he doesn’t know where I keep this diary, else he’ll probably tease me for like a year for being such a girl. Newsflash moron. I am a girl! He says I’ve been grumping around for the last few days but I think he’s just jealous. I’ve never been overly dependent on a guy and my routine didn’t change one bit. I played music, made swords, sung, raided Ellie’s bar, etc. I mean the only real difference was that the stuff I made while he was gone was ****. But I blame Dillon for that. You can’t make pretty stuff, if all you have to work with is ugly ****. I mean I’m good, but I’m not that good. I don’t have a frickin’ magic wand I can wave to turn iron into gold. So yeah. Dillon’s talking out of his arse.



((Also on this page: An image of a young girl making a daisy chain while a pig with comically small wings flies over her head unnoticed.))

Made a kick arse hammer today. My best yet. Better than that. It’s totally sexy. It’s all shiny and stuff. Hmm… Should I have written that? That makes me sound like a freak. Weapons shouldn’t be sexy should they. You can call an instrument sexy though. Or I have. In the past. Meh. I’m not gonna dwell on it. Made a pretty little knife too. Might make a gift of that one, since I know at least one collector.

Gave Pi a couple of my best yesterday. That woman is scary as ****. She popped back later with some piece of paper. Not really sure how you use it. I think it’s that tome thing she’d been talking about. It’s going to help me get around the city. Might be better to give it to Dillon. He might get more use out of it and he can stop using that portal in the skater shop. I know he hates going in there. Says it’s not his style, but he does it for me. I think he does it to save his trainers. At least he’s learnt to put carrier bags over them on his way out now.



((Also on this page: A guitar has been personified and is walking down a runway. The audience is made up of instruments and weaponry.))

Okay. So. I’m not judging… but how the **** do you get to our age and not know what a Wii is? Hmm… wait. Maybe I am judging. But I mean… Wow. WTF Right? I’ve never had to explain to anyone what a Wii is before. On account of the fact he didn’t know what it was, I highly doubt he’ll show up tonight. Might be best if I call the guys. Was gonna invite them anyways.

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OMG. I had a blast. I forgot just how much fun the gang can be when you take away their instruments. That’s not to say they aren’t all good guys with them but we sure as hell argue a lot less. Well Dillon and I do. We’re still butting heads on musical style. He just needs a reminder that I own his arse. Always have. I think I may have reminded him a little by pretty much kicking his arse in every game we played against one another. He tried to claim I was cheating but couldn’t really elaborate as to the how with the guys sitting there. And yeah. Maybe I am cheating but it’s not like I can turn off what I am. Can I? I mean I can dumb myself down but how do you stop yourself reacting in the moment. I should probably try to be less competitive. Maybe throw a few games next time. I was good, but I was never this good.[/size][/color][/font]



((Also on this page: A person in a stall, pants down as they sit on the toilet. Another person is peering over the top of the stall and saying; “When you asked me round to watch you Wii, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”))

I’ll never get rich giving **** away. Well yeah. Guess I knew that already. But people are another kind of charity right? I probably should stop giving stuff away though. Not because it’s not a nice thing to do. Or the right thing even. But because I don’t want people to think I’m trying to buy their affection and make them like me. I like giving stuff away though so I’m not sure I can take my own advice on this. I guess I’ll just try and be more selective on who I give what to. I’ve sold a few pieces online. I can give that money to charity or something; balance my karma out.



((Also on this page: A shadowy outline of a person can be seen on top of a building throwing something over the edge of it. As the confetti comes down to street level the perspective is clearer and at the for-front of the picture is a hand grabbing a hold of a ten dollar bill.))