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| September 4, 2003 The dreams have begun again. I'm not exactly sure what they mean, but they must mean something. I wake up and all I can remember are fires burning, almost eternally, and people screaming... Not that it matters. Dreams are just dreams; the first rule of dream magick is not to look directly at thei mages, but what they represent. I know why I've started having them again, though. At least I think so. Last night, I met this strange guy-- a werewolf, believe it or not. He had a voice like silk, and he seemed to have a lot of power in him, from what I could sense of his aura. Anyway, when I asked my dad about him, all he said was his name was ShadowDancer... A lot of help that is. I'll need to research him. I want to know why we met in that park... I know it wasn't just coincidence; he said that he knew my dad, and that he'd heard of Wolff. Then he went on to warn me- he told me to go to a church about a mile from the park, and I'm glad now that I trusted him. I found Wolff inside. I don't think I can really describe what happened... He was praying in front of the altar, bleeding; he'd been hurt badly, and he was upset. I've never seen Wolff like that; I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to help him... He's my only friend- unless you count Tara, I guess- and I don't know what I'd do if I lost him. He told me he'd taken a human life during a scrap-- I just don't think Wolff could have been at fault. He must have done it in defense; the Wolff I know doesn't kill. But what do you say to something like that? I tried to comfort him, but let's face it- I suck at things like that. I probably just embarassed myself and made him feel worse. I did heal him, though. Thank God mum tought me more advanced spells this year. You won't believe this, but... Somehow I ended up hugging him! It felt strange, like he was somewhere far away, but I was glad to finally get close to him. Not that I'm the type of girl to ruin a friendship over a few feelings; I'd never do that to poor Wolff... I don't know why, but I wish we could've hugged over brighter circumstances. Anyway, I ended up inviting him over to my house (my mum would flip if she knew), but he woke up from nightmares after about two hours on the couch-- the poor guy's really tormented by something, I can feel it. I wish that he would just let me in for a moment. I can't help but feel that I could help him, at least for a while... Or maybe it's my own selfish self-contentment I'm seeking. Who knows? I'll bet Wolff has hundreds of girls lined up, anyway. He is really good-looking, and I don't need to say it. We ended up going over to his house after that; I met April, his preverbial mother-figure. She's quite interesting. I think she helps Wolff a lot, being a nurturing parent and all that, so I like her. Unfortunately, I chickened out and ended up going home... And to think I passed up a night as Wolff's place. Not that that's what I mean, exactly. Maybe it is, I don't know. I just dont want him to have to deal with me hanging on him, along with everything else in his life. I want to be someone he can trust. He's the only person I've ever really cared about. I just don't know what to do about it. |
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| September 6, 2003 Things have been so slow around here since I last saw Wolff. For a werewolf and an earth guardian, I sure have a blank schedule. Oh, well... School's coming up again-- the great evil. What if something else happens while I'm trying to balance all the schoolwork? I don't think I can handle all this secrecy... It's keeping me from making any friends... I'm so afraid that they'll all run after me with pitchforks and torches if someone finds out. I'll just have to try to keep my magick stuff at a low, that's all... I wonder if I'll still get to see Wolff... Maybe I'll invite him to the first dance, when ever it is. I'm pretty sure he's still in school. Actually, better not... That would weird him out for sure. I'll bet he'll get a girlfriend-- it doesn't take long for guys to do that if you like them, for some reason. She'll be very lucky. |
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