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I got my soul back. it just came back one night when I was sitting wtih Izzy. I'm very happy that its back, I'm happy that I actually feel again. I'm not sure how it happened, but a lot of me doesn't really care as long as it back. Izzy though, seems a bit upset that she wasn't the one to bring it back. I don't really understand, I mean its back, thats what counts right? Why be upset because it didn't come back the way you wanted it to come back? I'm just glad I have it again, to be able to feel again.
Though Ingrid had gotten kidnapped eariler. It was while she was on a date, and her and her date Tristan got snatched out of the car and was missing for over a day. Everyone freaked out, and I still lacked a soul when it happened so I only looked a little and really didn't care. But she was found, she got shot but she was found. Apparently they were left in teh woods and got attacked by demons. What the hell is up with that? Though, Ingrid even managed to kill a demon all by herself, even behead it. Which while I don't like the idea of her out there fighting demons by herself, I am proud that she managed to behead a demon like that. Thats really good for a beginner, so I'm very pleased that she was able to do that.
Strangly though when I mentioned this to Izzy? She did not seem to agree with me on that point. She just gave me a look that said that she really hoped I did not just said that. Which I don't really understand. Though luckilly, besides the incident with Ingrid things have been calm. Patrolling tonight only had a couple vampires to fight. Maybe we'll have a long period of peace now, which would be nice. Though I noticed this one house on Charleston Street, that is on sale and seems abandoned. I'm tempted to check it out, because something seems weird about this house being here. I mean, the mere fact that I noticed it is one.
I walk into the house to see what is in it. I find that the entry hallway is very small and cramp. I feel the hairs rise on the back of my neck, I hate small areas like these, who would ever want it for their home? Then I hear the nosies, the noises of a family getting ready for a meal. I am about to turn around and walk out, embarrased that I walked into someone's home. But I stop dead in my tracks when I hear an all too familar voice. "Where is that boy Penny? Is he trying to piss off his uncle now?"
When I hear that, I can't help but to walk deeper into the house, to see if it was real. I walk into an all too familar dining area. I see my clan, rushing around to prepare for dinner. I can't help but glance in the mirror that is closest to me. In it, I see myself at ten years old, covered in mud and dirt along with a couple bruises hidden on there. In my arm, I'm clutching my raggeity stuffed animal. I'm scrawny, bony, and look to be seven instead of a ten. Just like i remember myself. And just like how the night progressed, my mother was the first to see me as i enter the room. "Penelope! Were you playing in the muddy fields again? You're a mess! Go clean yourself up before your uncle comes! And why are you holding that thing? You're too old for that!"
I can feel what the ten year old me wishes to say, how he wanted to say that he wasn't playing, but hiding from his cousins. They were trying to beat him up again and he was hiding. He also wanted to say that he wasn't too old for my stuffed animal, he needed it. Meanwhile the adult me, the one who knows how this exactly plays out, wants to scream that everyone has to get away. That the Dogwoods are coming in full force, that Randy figured out a way to penatrate their protection spells. I am filling up with fear as I know that they are coming at this very moment. Unfortunatly, neither versions of me say anything, neither of us can seem to form the words in our mouths. Instead, the stuffed animal who I had once affectionally called Braver gets clutched harder, refusing to be releashed.
I feel my mom grab my arm and drag me to the washing room. I see myself put down Braver gently only to start scrubbing my arms with the water from the washing bucket. I feel myself starting to choke, knowing whats going to come next in events. And just like always, I hear someone shout out and a window get smashed. My mother looks up in fear, and then grabs my arm and drags me away from the washroom and only by sheer luck is the ten year old able to snatch Braver. The ten year old me is confused and scared as to what is going on. The adult me is only afraid, knowing perfectly well what is happening and what is coming next. She leads me to her bedroom, grabs something from her dresser, and shoves a gun and a dagger both into my arms, pushing Braver out of them. Then, before i could pick my beloved animal up, she pushes me into the closet. She keeps telling me to stay quiet, and whatever I do I cannot be seen until she comes to get me. She gives me a quick hug and then shuts the closet door on me. I feel both sides of me scared and start to cry as the sounds of killing and mayhem come in from the other side. Finally, the adult me has enough and fights to change all of this. I pull out the gun from the holister and point it as I'm ready to kick my way out of the room.
Suddenly, the scene changes around me to an alleyway in Sunnydale. I suddenly find myself in yet another situation, nerves rattled from what i had just experienced. I'm holding the same gun, the one I had with me for years, and I shoot at someone who had just jumped me three times. I stop in fear, knowing exactly what is going on. I drop the gun as I feel myself realize that it wasn't a demon I had shot at, but a human. I go to see if he's still alive, getting his blood on my hands, but once again he's dead. But I find myself surprised to see that is not the kid that I had shot before. Its...Nick, I had shot and killed Izzy's youngest brother. I'm now shaking in fear, staring at the person I had just slain. Then, i look up to see that Izzy has walked upon this scene, and looks at me in complete horror. I start to get up and go to her to explain what happened, but she turns around and runs away from me. I call after her, and then run after her, but she stays ahead of me. I keep runnign until I run through the doors of the house and onto the sidewalk outside the house.
Yeah, that is kinda weird for a house like that to be. Seems very interesting though, maybe I should check it out sometime. If anything, it might be a good place to patrol for possible demon nests. Though maybe tomorrow night, I'm extremely exhausted for some reason. Guess i just forgot how much patrolling can take out of you.
Though Ingrid had gotten kidnapped eariler. It was while she was on a date, and her and her date Tristan got snatched out of the car and was missing for over a day. Everyone freaked out, and I still lacked a soul when it happened so I only looked a little and really didn't care. But she was found, she got shot but she was found. Apparently they were left in teh woods and got attacked by demons. What the hell is up with that? Though, Ingrid even managed to kill a demon all by herself, even behead it. Which while I don't like the idea of her out there fighting demons by herself, I am proud that she managed to behead a demon like that. Thats really good for a beginner, so I'm very pleased that she was able to do that.
Strangly though when I mentioned this to Izzy? She did not seem to agree with me on that point. She just gave me a look that said that she really hoped I did not just said that. Which I don't really understand. Though luckilly, besides the incident with Ingrid things have been calm. Patrolling tonight only had a couple vampires to fight. Maybe we'll have a long period of peace now, which would be nice. Though I noticed this one house on Charleston Street, that is on sale and seems abandoned. I'm tempted to check it out, because something seems weird about this house being here. I mean, the mere fact that I noticed it is one.
I walk into the house to see what is in it. I find that the entry hallway is very small and cramp. I feel the hairs rise on the back of my neck, I hate small areas like these, who would ever want it for their home? Then I hear the nosies, the noises of a family getting ready for a meal. I am about to turn around and walk out, embarrased that I walked into someone's home. But I stop dead in my tracks when I hear an all too familar voice. "Where is that boy Penny? Is he trying to piss off his uncle now?"
When I hear that, I can't help but to walk deeper into the house, to see if it was real. I walk into an all too familar dining area. I see my clan, rushing around to prepare for dinner. I can't help but glance in the mirror that is closest to me. In it, I see myself at ten years old, covered in mud and dirt along with a couple bruises hidden on there. In my arm, I'm clutching my raggeity stuffed animal. I'm scrawny, bony, and look to be seven instead of a ten. Just like i remember myself. And just like how the night progressed, my mother was the first to see me as i enter the room. "Penelope! Were you playing in the muddy fields again? You're a mess! Go clean yourself up before your uncle comes! And why are you holding that thing? You're too old for that!"
I can feel what the ten year old me wishes to say, how he wanted to say that he wasn't playing, but hiding from his cousins. They were trying to beat him up again and he was hiding. He also wanted to say that he wasn't too old for my stuffed animal, he needed it. Meanwhile the adult me, the one who knows how this exactly plays out, wants to scream that everyone has to get away. That the Dogwoods are coming in full force, that Randy figured out a way to penatrate their protection spells. I am filling up with fear as I know that they are coming at this very moment. Unfortunatly, neither versions of me say anything, neither of us can seem to form the words in our mouths. Instead, the stuffed animal who I had once affectionally called Braver gets clutched harder, refusing to be releashed.
I feel my mom grab my arm and drag me to the washing room. I see myself put down Braver gently only to start scrubbing my arms with the water from the washing bucket. I feel myself starting to choke, knowing whats going to come next in events. And just like always, I hear someone shout out and a window get smashed. My mother looks up in fear, and then grabs my arm and drags me away from the washroom and only by sheer luck is the ten year old able to snatch Braver. The ten year old me is confused and scared as to what is going on. The adult me is only afraid, knowing perfectly well what is happening and what is coming next. She leads me to her bedroom, grabs something from her dresser, and shoves a gun and a dagger both into my arms, pushing Braver out of them. Then, before i could pick my beloved animal up, she pushes me into the closet. She keeps telling me to stay quiet, and whatever I do I cannot be seen until she comes to get me. She gives me a quick hug and then shuts the closet door on me. I feel both sides of me scared and start to cry as the sounds of killing and mayhem come in from the other side. Finally, the adult me has enough and fights to change all of this. I pull out the gun from the holister and point it as I'm ready to kick my way out of the room.
Suddenly, the scene changes around me to an alleyway in Sunnydale. I suddenly find myself in yet another situation, nerves rattled from what i had just experienced. I'm holding the same gun, the one I had with me for years, and I shoot at someone who had just jumped me three times. I stop in fear, knowing exactly what is going on. I drop the gun as I feel myself realize that it wasn't a demon I had shot at, but a human. I go to see if he's still alive, getting his blood on my hands, but once again he's dead. But I find myself surprised to see that is not the kid that I had shot before. Its...Nick, I had shot and killed Izzy's youngest brother. I'm now shaking in fear, staring at the person I had just slain. Then, i look up to see that Izzy has walked upon this scene, and looks at me in complete horror. I start to get up and go to her to explain what happened, but she turns around and runs away from me. I call after her, and then run after her, but she stays ahead of me. I keep runnign until I run through the doors of the house and onto the sidewalk outside the house.
Yeah, that is kinda weird for a house like that to be. Seems very interesting though, maybe I should check it out sometime. If anything, it might be a good place to patrol for possible demon nests. Though maybe tomorrow night, I'm extremely exhausted for some reason. Guess i just forgot how much patrolling can take out of you.