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August 29th

This was strange.

Her gloved fingers pushed a way a bit of muck and lifted the bit of gleam up where she could see it better. The scant light shined off the golden edges of the ring she had found. With a practiced grace, she wiped it clean and dropped it into her pouch where she kept such items she discovered when her business took her below the streets of the town above. It was her third discovery of such a nature this evening. Either a lot of married women had come to their doom within these rank subterranean halls or a lot of relationships were falling on the rocks.



One would think such things would be pawned if the reasons behind them had evaporated. Seemed the best course of action to a logical mind, she supposed, but there was nothing logical about matters of the heart. What made sense one moment was total insanity the next. That could be considered part of the charm of it all to some the mystic imagined.

She continued her walk while absently pondering the point.

Relationships. Sometimes the word itself sounded like some curse and considering how some turn out, she might be onto something. Recently those that sought her out for her council and to explore the cards for them seemed to be focused on that particular point (and it was no where near the day of St Valentine the troublemaker and bringer of self loathing and doubt). Will I find love? Will I forget old love? Will I find new love? Will I find new love and have enough time to ditch old love to snag the new love or how can I keep both old and new love happy and ignorant of each other? Part of it amused her to the core. For creatures (since so many of her night brothers and sisters insisted they were miles beyond the basic living human, she decided to call them such) who felt they were beyond petty human frailties, a large number of them sure obsessed about one of the greatest human frailties of all. Love.

There was nothing loving about love itself if one thought about it. Love could be downright brutal at times. It could be like candy. Sweet, yet rotting the intellectual teeth if one dove in too deeply. It was a marketing ploy companies had made billions off of. Use this, look like this, dress this way, gain this, loose that, this color, that color, underwear, no underwear, skinny jeans, fat jeans, short skirts, smell like this, no that, maybe this, be a saint, be a sinner, drink this, don't eat that, be virtuous, be a slut, you never too old, old enough to know better, be anorexic, have curves, shaving, waxing, all natural, and all the catchy jingles to go with the problems real or imagined and medications to turn you from zero to hero, just ask Bob and his happy wife with the Long Island Iced Tea in her hand as she smiles when he comes home with a grin on his face the Joker would envy. Websites galore to help you find it, keep it, and loose it when you get bored with it. Simple to exotic. Pierce it, tattoo it, tan it, glitter it, be soft, be rugged. Dress it up, dress it down, don't dress it at all, leather, lace, latex, organic, steampunk, cosplay, and goddess, don't forget the shoes! (or boots. elf style to thigh high and all points in between)

So get that credit card out and don't be shy. It can all be yours for three easy payments of.......*toot toot!* as the people in the studio audience make the letter with their arms as the commercial in progress takes a break for more commercials.


Ironically, the sheep (both living and otherwise) too often focused on the superficial or a limited perception. Oh yes, the pretty flowers got the attention, but if the nectar and pollen they held was for crap, the bees were wasting their time. Perhaps the story behind the three rings that jingled softly within her pouch now. Symbols of a warped perception to what love truly was all about.

What WAS love all about? Even she didn't have the proper answer for that one that would fit everyone's need to know and she doubted anyone ever would. It was a flawed concept of something greater and grander. Even the gods were clueless about it in its entirety and all science has managed to come up with was to feed into what the marketing people were making millions on. Pushing answers that were all fluff-no substance.

Perhaps none of them were meant to truly 'get it' 100 percent right. And with all this talk of 'eternal' floating around now considering what they had become, the problem was even more off balanced and confusing.

A few more trinkets and goodies were collected along the way. She arrived at the ladder that would take her back to the world above and checked herself quickly. Like a ghost, she scaled and exited back onto the streets smoothly. A quick step into the grass as she wiped her shoes off of any much that may have grabbed on. A visual check of her clothes and a quick spritz of perfume to hide any scents from below till she got home to bathe and change clothes and she was off again.

"How much can we make off Love today?" she wondered. She never saw her situation like that at all, but she did turn a profit from things regarding the subject herself. How many of the still living bought bottles of her love potions? Asked for spells they could do or pay her to do to help anchor, ensnare, bind, or drive away another heart? Let alone the readings and idle chit chats she engaged in nightly. Love and money seemed to go hand in hand except where it mattered most. When all the smoke, emotions, testosterone, sweat, tears, gunshots, bloodshed, broken hearts, eaten candy, shattered dreams, and all the rest finally cleared away, what was left?

"Something most of us would not have any other way," she decided with a smile. Her step became lighter as she made her way home. The monetary value of love currently was 750 dollars at the pawn shop thanks to her 3 discoveries, but the real value of it defied marketing and cost.

"Where are you, my love?" her mindspeak called out to Tempy as she skipped along.

Volume 9. Pg 198
11/7/2014 10:07 PM

One of the most chaotic All Hallows' I have yet to endure is finally over. Did not help that it fell on a Friday. On the plus side, it could have been a hellava 3 day party! Add to that the auction, Sepsis' Freak Show, several other parties and the meeting of the Sisters on top of all of that. I'll be in my blanket fort with my crayons. Hold my calls. K?

I'm tired...

Now the bats and pumpkins give way to elves and snowmen and little fat guys dressed in red. I am leaving one wall in each of my shops decked out in Halloween. If Christmas can encroach on All Hallows, then All Hallows can crimp Christmas' style. Fair is fair and all that. Besides, according to some, it's always Halloween at my place.

And I like it that way, so nyahha!

But despite all of that, some good is showing its face now. Is so good to have Tempy around again. I know I tend to rant on this subject, but I can't help it. Seems to me she has finally found her balance again, and we are still a we. We been talking. Things we have needed to sort out and the like. To me, its almost like we picked up from where we left off now. Maybe it was me, but I still can't describe how empty I felt when she vanished like that. It hurt-badly, and I did some stupid **** to try and fix it. Some of it helped, for a time, but nothing stopped it cold except when I found myself in her arms again.

Okay, too tired for sappy stuffs as well now.

Some new apprentices signing on now. Free slave labor is always a plus. Speaking of 'slaves' I am going to tape in a photo at the end of this entry. My friend Mordie took the concept to a new level with Madison, who he won at the auction. Look at the picture well. This is why I do NOT offer myself, but my services as a seer in the auctions. I lost a couple 'dress up' bets in the past, but not like this. OH NO! Not on public display anyways.

Well, so much for my exhausted ramblings now. It's nighttime. I should be up and out doing all that uber cool vampire stuff, but instead I have the fire going in the fireplace and I am flopped out in my jammies in front of it under a blanket. The night calls, but I am not answering. My love will be home soon and just curling up by the fire beside her sounds like the best way to spend any night.

I am feeling whole again at last. Thank you, Goddess, for bringing us back as we should be.

Blessed be.

*taped in the space below is a downloaded picture of a blonde woman assembling a weapon while dressed in a revealing maid's outfit*

Volume 9. Pg 225
11/19/2014 11:47 PM

The room was quiet. Which was not a surprise in itself. The girl preferred the calm when she was working her craft, but the stillness surrounding her now was one of sadness. The gypsy did not like to admit defeat as a norm, but for over a month she had attacked the problem from every way she could think of and still, no solution could be found.

She sat on the floor with her back to the alter while going over the spell for the hundredth time. It should have worked.

'We may have to face facts here, Angela,' a voice touched her mind softly. Within the sound of the words was a note of pity.

"No. I did something wrong is all," the girl growled in reply.

'No you have not,' the voice persisted sadly. 'I helped you learn how to do this properly and I saw no errors.'

"So now what? Do I have to learn how to come to you and try from there?"

'NO' the voice suddenly holding a hint of panic now, only to relax again. 'You do not want to come where I am, Angela. I know you. Your sense of self would warp here, and I would worry what would return from here in your place.'

"So.....leave you there? No!" the girl shook her head as she got up and prepared to try again.

'Do not waste your time, child. For some reason the realm seems reluctant to let me free. This is something new to me. I do not understand it, but I have endured this place before. It will not be so hard.'

"Liar!"

'Maybe so,' the voice admitted. 'But I shall endure with fresh visions and take comfort in the fact I had one last student among our kind. You have learned what I taught you well, and what remains you are growing into perfectly now. There is little more that I could teach you, small one.' the voice paused for a moment. 'You know what you have to do now,'

"No!"

'Yes, but in this I can give you one final gift as it were. I told you a name once, did I not? One who I knew and trusted when I walked the world as you do now. There are new lessons to learn, Angela, and she can continue where I have ended for you.'

"It won't be you," her voice sobbed a bit.

'And what did I tell you about sentimentality? A bit of me will be with you. Trust me. Now, do you remember the name?'

"Yes," the girl admitted and whispered it.

'That's right. Call her forth when you have finished. I should warn you now, she is different than I am. More....direct in her ways. But, she will be able to help you with what comes next. Tell her I told you of her, and she will help you.'

"But..."

'Just do it, Angela. Please.'

The girl nodded sadly as she took her place and focused her mind. It was basically a smile spell one had to repeat several times in order to finally take hold. There was no flash of light or rumbling of distant thunder. Just a small yank within her as a connection was severed in her spirit. She stood there for a time, trying to 'speak' to her again, but only the silence of the room greeted her ears and thoughts.

After a few moments of reflection, she began again. She felt the energies pouring out of her as she dimly perceived the veil opening to allow a single escape as her thoughts called out the name Dahlia had told her. There was no sound but to an eye able to see such things the vortex swirled as the summoned spirit wove itself out of the realm and into this world to float in front of her while the gateway snapped shut. The only sound was Ginny as she let out a yowl of warning and hissed at the appearance of the new wraith.

"Who are you to summon me?" the female wraith demanded while looking at the mystic as if some bug was standing in front of her path. The girl puffed up and began to speak.

"Who am I? I am Mistress Zodiac of the mystic path and your master! Dahliamaethan didn't mention you'd be a full blown *****."

"Dahlia? Ahhhhhhh!" the wraith flowed around the girl as if looking her over. "So you were the one who freed her. Would take a strong mind to bring such as her to heel. And where is she now?"

"Trapped. In there." she admitted.

"Oh," the wraith turned and looked at the point in space it had emerged from as if it could see, then floated back. "A pity. I assume she taught you? And expects me to pick up where she left off?"

"No, where she finished."

"Really now?" an eyebrow arched in surprise. "That remains to be seen. You do not look like much."

"And all you are is something a half step above a ghost."

Claws lashed out and passed harmlessly through the girl as the wraith snarled in anger.

"Here we go again" Zodiac thought.