Moira: I had a dream that Erik was a zombie.
Hartsdale: Your dreams usually do come true. That Erik seemed like a decent lad. Too bad.
--1.9 Road Trip
11/03/91
Elizabeth Bathory said "Thank you."
Bitch! Can't you just be DEAD, finally!?!?!
I dreamed I killed her, just like I did. Knife in the belly, pushing up towards her heart. She gasped, and looked at me, and said "Thank you, my child." Blood bubbled up between her lips. She smiled. And I twisted the knife up into her ribcage, and blood poured out all over me. I was drowning in that monster's blood. All the blood she'd taken and bathed in for four hundred years. Ildiko's, and that girl in the tower, and two middle schoolers from St. Germain who "ran away from home" last week. And all the ones from St. Germain earlier this century, and all the ones from before that, in Europe... She was trying to drown me in blood, and I just about did, and then I woke up.
I'm NOT a child, especially not her child. She could even bathe in my blood, for all the good it'd do her. (evil smiley) I gotta get a glass of water... bad taste in my mouth.
11/08/91
Dear Diary,
Ildiko Galert (spotted fritillary) no longer comes to visit, which is a good thing -- I think. I lit another candle for her this morning at Mass. Father Davidson (carpenter ant) is wondering that I've lit so many candles, lately. But I can't tell him why.
I also lit a candle for Elizabeth Bathory (black widow spider), although I can't tell anyone why I did that, either. The same reason, I guess, I could not taunt her before I stuck the knife in her. Although I'd planned to. I wanted to throw Ildiko's death in her face, and all the other children she'd slaughtered. I wanted her to know that her time had finally come, and God's justice was waiting for her. I wanted to shame her. Maybe I hoped that she was capable of shame, but no. She was evil, right through to the core. I just knew, when I looked into her eyes, that no amount of taunting on my part would make her feel bad about the horrible things she'd done. So, I just said that Ildiko wanted her blood back, and twisted the knife, and she died. Four hundred years late, but hey, better than never.
Now, I have a new "nighttime friend" -- her name is Wing Chun (leafhopper), a Chinese Slayer who invented the Wing Chun style of Kung Fu. She seems to approve of my enthusiasm for staking the undead, but she thinks that I go about it all wrong. So, she's showing me, as best she can, how to be more... graceful... in my fighting. I don't know if I like it, but she won't leave me alone. Three nights running, she's shown up in my dreams, always doing these incredibly acrobatic maneuvers that look so cool, and still get the job done. Maybe I'll give some of them a try. Hey, they might help, AND hurt -- hurt the vampires, anyway. That's all the news, for now.
Samantha, the current V.S. (praying mantis)