Lavannah has TB.

That demon starved her and he kept her in a freezing cell, and he terrified her, and now this. She caught it from that damn place and now she's really sick and can't leave the hospital and I'm pissed off.

Lavannah's gone. She left a note, but it hardly says anything. Mostly about needing space and to be with herself. She's just gone.

I failed her.

It's my birthday. I'm 20.

Your daughter wants me to knock her up.

Help!!!

Peter!

Holy shit, did your dreams involve an awful lot of people being burned, not to mention what they did to Spectre and Anna...? Because if they did, I fucking dreamed them too. Just a second ago. And if they didn't, I need to talk to you.

God dammit. They were leading me to be burned. And I knew Lavannah was watching. Fuck. Fuck those ( Read more... )

Fucking Rome.

No way in hell am I not going though. I know the layout of that place. And they have Kay.

This is not going to be easy.

David. I'm not supposed to tell anyone.

They sent me her hair. A lock of Lavannah's hair.

I'm supposed to meet them tonight.

If they hurt her, I'll kill them.

Lavannah and I are here in Wales, though she's asked me not to say specifically where... We're in a little holiday house and we brought her laptop and we bought one of those blahblah hours of internet usage things. So we're still contactable and I'm carrying Lavannah's mobile around because I honestly think she'd forget to ( Read more... )

In Rome now. Everything is fine. In a little while I'm going to meet some of Rolf's people.

I love you, Lavannah.

I spend all day hiding from her or out so I don't have to see her. Something about her scares me. I can't even explain why or how.

And the dreaming is getting worse. Someone is coming here. Someone bad.