Just a quick note that the blog is on hold until after the first of the year…with the holidays and my health, things have spiraled a little and time has passed too fast. So, a little break and we will return again after the first of the year. I wish all of you many happy wishes during the holidays.
Cherry
I sent Rita home. With Dominick and Dad gone, and not knowing when they will be coming back home…and how bad I was sorta panicking last night…and the night before…I thought it best if I try to conquer this. After all…If I am to be truly immortal--well, as immortal as a vampire can really be, that is--I have to conquer it. After all, I image this won't be the last time Dominick will leave me…and dad and Rita will not live forever. Oh, and did I mention Sam had to leave too? He had to return to work. So…tonight, at least, it is just me and Galen. We will see how things go.
Rita spent the night last night…and yes she told me about her job before I read about it…otherwise I would have been a wee bite upset with her. We did spend a while speculating about what dad and Dom could possible be up to. At the top of the list was getting the yacht ready for the trip to Ireland…but that wouldn't be a surprise since we all discussed that. That pretty much left our idea bag empty. Either we were being very unimaginative…or we don't know those two well at all…it could be the latter…I still have problems with the amnesia occasionally. It comes back to haunt me like a bad dinner. I figure it is because it was magically induced.
It's not like I have anyone that I can ask about it…Marv, the family doctor--and friend--is out of the question, and I am not going to go to Neit's realm to ask Hildy the particulars of her spell. Nu uh. No way. I am not opening that kettle of fish.
Anyway…I should be interesting to see how I will manage to keep myself entertained…
~Missy
I don't know what to do. I am bored, and kinda anxious. He left last night with dad. Rita stayed the night with me, and she is downstairs again tonight…I slept alone in the cave. It was the first time since being turned…I did not like it. I was so nervous. Of course, Galen stayed in there with me--but that actually made me more nervous since he was above ground and I was below the surface. What if something had happened to him. Dad and Dom refused to tell me what they were doing and they said it would be a surprise…that the odds are, I would not find out what they are up to for some time to come. I don't know when they are coming home…I hope tomorrow night, but they wouldn't say…and each time I open the telepathy with Dom, he stays pretty vague and mysterious. I better get back down to Rita…
Hey! I just thought of something…With the big fuss he made about the last time he let the two of us girls be alone together…I'm surprised he left us voluntarily this time…especially for an extended trip! Teehee!
~Missy
As usual, it's the same problem. Rita and I had fun, and she's right, we didn't summon anything. Normally I don't go against Dominick, but in this, I have to take Rita side. He's overreacting,*laugh*at the risk of him getting angry, he's kinda cute -- in an obsessive way -- about it. It would be nice if he laid off, though.
The other thing I'm torn about, is Rita's attitude towards Dominick. Most of the days I privately laugh -- which was, is now not private since I just admitted to it! -- but there are times that it pisses me off. I mean, come on. If I didn't have to constantly referee them, it would be funnier. I have to admit Dominick tries hard… *laugh*granted he does have the advantage over her, with the telepathy, and all.
But... you know what, it really doesn't matter. Things are changing, and soon, I don't know what it's bringing, but at least I do have my loved ones -- even if they do annoy me at times.*Wink* *laugh*
I was told, yet again, to watch what I say on here, that I might be saying too much and not just because the book -- rather books -- that I put too much on here, and you'll not have any reason to read the books.*Laugh* but I don't think they'll be any worry about that. I think between what Rita, Dominick and I say it is only a small portion of what is in the book about us -- Into the Forest (coming soon) and Underhill (work-in-progress) -- (like my plug?) so I think I'll continue talking, it's not like I say that much.
Anyway, I'm just rambling night. So I think I'll go find something to do -- maybe I'll harass Dominick or dad or somebody.
I think tonight's going to be a long night...
~Missy
How do you chose? I sure can’t
Rita is always ripping on Dom. She has no problem with her topics.
Dominick usually varies his topics by either answering Rita, or he ignores her and he talks about me, or his past, or a combination of the two.
But how the hell am I to choose?
If I choose Rita, I have to ignore Dom. Then I run the risk of hurting his feelings, though he claims it doesn’t bother him. If I choose Dom, then I have to ignore Rita and that *does* hurt her feelings.
If I choose neither and I choose something else entirely, then I ignore both and I hurt them both. But then I run into the problem…what do I talk about then?
Something in my life? But there are things going on—I have mentioned this before—that I don’t dare talk about…not yet. Not for some time. Not until the book is out and my story is told. Then *some* of my story can be talked about.
So, then do I talk about something lame and boring? I don’t think so! Shit! *laugh*
Ummm…
Rita?
Dom?
What about you readers…? What would *you* do? ;) Especially about your love and your best friend…who happen to be a vampire/fae and a witch respectively…
I have been teasing Dom that we need to decorate our cave. since we sleep there every night, we need to decorate it to make it feel “oh so homey!” –make sure you say that with special inflection in your voice, because I sure did! Of course, he just laughed at me. I seem to get that reaction out of him a lot. I seem to be spending a lot of time there, resting. I have been fatigued a lot. feverish. I don’t know what is going on. Dominick has been quite concerned. I don’t think he knows what is going on either. Something is definitely wrong. I do know he is putting his foot down about how much time I spend working, or even on the computer. He is making me rest more. I think we are going to be pushing our trip to Ireland forward. I don’t know how soon, or any of the details, but I do know he is thinking about it. He and dad have been tucked away talking. I seem to be too tired to join in too much. of course, I also have been wandering a lot. no need to go into my wanderings though. they are mostly just walks in the forest. When we move, I will miss our forest here…but I look forward to seeing the woods of Ireland. the green here is beautiful, but I can’t wait to see the greens of Ireland. I have been wanting this trip for so long. But, you know what? I have digressed, I wanted to talk about our cave. So, back to the initial topic. see? I can’t even stay on topic anymore. If I remember right, I drifted last time too. So, our cage…oops. I mean cave. cave. not cage. cave. we sleep below the ground most of the time. that part of the legends are true. we don’t have to, but it does help up, tremendously, both for rejuvenation, and for safety. the walls have some natural shelves and also have some beautiful—though small—crystal formations. I used to come hunting crystals here when I was a child. they are not anything valuable. just enough to make the occasional sparkle now and then. the ground is nice and dark, though also pretty rocky. that took some getting used to. I have been teasing Dom that he needs to find us some caves like those described in those Carpathian novels..oh I can’t remember who they are by, but those caves would be something to see. I also have been teasing him that he needs to make me a proper bedroom in our cave. of course he says that would defeat the purpose of hiding beneath the surface for if someone comes by. I told him he is a kill-joy on the romantic mood. Of course, then he points out I have a perfectly good bedroom for that in the house…but I, of course, countered that with who wants to be romantic with my dad in the house! He saw my point in that, but did he want to do anything about it? ohhhh noooo. men.
~MissyWhat is going on in Ocean View? Dom didn’t get back until the wee hours of the morning. By the time he got back, I was a nervous wreck. I swear my imagination is a burden at times…especially since Hildy. I was imagining all sorts of horrors happening to him. Luckily he came home before I got to him actually dying. I was about ready to storm through town hunting him down. Ok, not really. I am not quite that melodramatic. I hate women who do that. “Oh! I can’t live without my ma-y-an!” But, I was getting really worried. Not knowing what was going on really was preying on my mind. Luckily he did come home safe and I was able to go to sleep in his arms.
I can’t believe that Rita is actually considering investigating him. of course, she is also considering being nice to him, but I am more inclined to believe that she is going to investigate him…probably going to look into the most effective way to kill him. After all, his Fae blood probably makes him harder to kill than your average vampire.
You know, come to think of it…I wonder…Dom says that there are other vampires out there. I wonder what they are really like. I would like to meet one. Maybe he can arrange that. It would be cool to meet others like us…even though they wouldn’t be like Dom. No, I have a feeling Dom would be one-of-a-kind.
Dad should be home soon. I worry when he goes out of town. especially now. And since the Hildy-incident, he has been going out of town more often. Maybe I can get Sam to come visit sooner than planned.
~MissyDominick had to leave for the evening. he heard rumors of some murders going on that are suspiciously like what had been happening when Hildy was around. Hopefully they pan out to be nothing. But, I am bored. Dad is not here. Sam is gone. Rita is working…not that I want to talk to her right now after her blog last yesterday and today. I need to think of what to say to her. She and I need to have a little talk…and it is not going to be a fun one. But…I am all alone tonight.
excuse me while I break out in song…
I promised everyone I would stay put. See…since the battle and my change, I have not been seen, and we need to figure out what needs to be done. I think we all know, but, well, we are all avoiding the subject. At least, I am avoiding them around the subject. I am playing dumb. Of course, I don’t think I can play dumb now! Me and my stupid mouth. Of course, there is the handy thing called the backspace key…
Why, oh why, can’t I go out? I would even love to go to the river…but Dom says there have been people down there. It is private property, but the middle of the river can’t be controlled. It is partly my fault. I started it with the canoeing. That’s the other thing. I need to decide what to do about the canoe camp I was building.
Oh well. Not today’s problem…or rather, not tonight’s. I think I am going to go curl up with a good book. There is one that I haven’t read for a while, but that I have enjoyed…Cherry Dumas’s Judgment at Witches Court…a cute little thing. I hope one day she makes a sequel to it and fleshes it out a little more…but, it is a cure story.
So, off I take my bored self while I wait for Dom to come back. Who knows how long he will take. I doubt he will be making his blog appearance tonight. The brat that he is.
Toodles!
~Missy
Sorry I was MIA last night. It was unavoidable. I was not feeling too well. I can’t go into the details. It would just worry Dominick.
I am afraid that he is going to start trying to force me to tell him what is going on. and I am not ready to. It would be different if it were simple…but it is not. And i refuse to talk about it…at least right now. So…I guess I had better change the subject before I accidently blab it here, or in my head.
He respects me enough that he knows when to not listen in…but it would be my luck that he would pop in right when something…dropped when I wasn’t planning on it, so…enough for now. soon. I promise I will tell him, and you, soon. But…yeah.
I hear he was on here last night, and tonight…and Rita was on here tonight. I don’t have the energy to read what they said. especially as I know Rita was probably harping on him. I’m right, aren’t I? Picture me heaving a deep sigh.
I’m not going into it. I am not. I cannot deal with this tonight. Not tonight. Tomorrow will be soon enough. I will catch up on what they said and then I will probably rip them both a new one. They will probably deserve it. God. The dra-a-ammma.
So, onto something safe. When I woke this evening in the cave, I woke to Galen breathing his hot doggy breath into my face. is there nothing worse than hot dog breath? I swear there is not.
Oh yeah, that’s right. you haven’t met Galen yet. Or did you? Has Dominick brought him up yet? Well, he will be a familiar name. He is such a sweat dog. A beautiful golden retriever. Though, I swear he is far more intelligent than a dog deserves to be. Or, did I bring him up? I can’t remember. I told you I wasn’t feeling well.
I will have to read back in all the blogs now. What did I say, what did they say…that sort of thing. Maybe I should go back to sleep. Sleep is good. but then…naaaw. I will just go be with Dominick. We need to start our plans. He mentioned something about planning our trip to Ireland soon. Dad did too. I am nerovus about that. Do they speak English there? I don’t know much Irish…or do they still speak Gaelic…mom and dad taught me some when I was a child, but, it has been quite some time since we have spoken more than a word here or there. As you will be able to tell from my mish-mashed words in the book…and I probably put words in there that are probably very wrong. I will have to find out. And that nervousness to the upcoming book release in a few months…this is going to be fun…and I am not sure if it will be in a good way or not! Wink wink.
~Missy
I have to. You read his blog. I have to meet his blog with this one. He deserves it. picture me sticking my tongue out at him, even though he is downstairs visiting with my father. He has to know that I am doing this. In fact…yup. There he is, he just laughed in my head. He knows. I will talk about this mental link we have another night, first, I have to meet his blog with this one.
So, meeting him. He went into this poetic blog about seeing me on the river bank. well, picture this. I am in a mental turmoil about my father. worrying about what is going on, not knowing exactly what it is, but knowing something is wrong. and I am walking through the trees, through the forest, down to the river. there is a strange fog rolling through the trees, unlike any fog I have seen in the area. Yet, the fog is not at the river itself. Now how is that possible?
So I am at the river, and I look up and there is this man who is very pale…and frankly frightening. It was a little too dark, even with the moon…though at this point, I do not recall if there was moonlight or not. I wrote that detail in my journal and the book, but I am too lazy to go check, and it is too long since writing in them to remember. I do remember, though, that I was scared.
I remember him coming toward me, me backing up and my back hitting the tree and him leaning toward me. At the time I thought I saw fangs, but then at another point convinced myself I hadn’t…but you know the outcome of that. there were fangs. And there he goes. He just showed a mental picture at me of him flashing his fangs at me and laughing. Picture me rolling my eyes back at him. He thinks he is being particularly amusing tonight.
I was terrified though. He claims that he was just leaning in to whisper to me. But I don’t think so. I will let you make up your mind when you read the story. You may believe him, or you may think like I do.
Regardless, my first impressions? I was scared witless—I would use a different word, but, I am trying not to be too vulgar tonight. Trying. Needless to say, that is when I ran and when I found Hildy and the whole tangled mess got even worse. *sigh.* I am still not sure if I am mad at him or not over scaring me like that. I mean, come on, he could have approached me better. Don’t you agree?
~MissyI’m not mad. Why would I be mad that he would sneak off while I was still asleep and voice his concerns about me. He was there when I woke. That was all that mattered.
I’m *not* going to tell him what’s wrong though. Not yet. Not for some time. Maybe *after* my book comes out. Then again, maybe not. I might make him wait. of course, by then he will know the answer, and you will know some of it. You, of course, will have to wait until my next book comes out. Aren’t I evil?
Yup, I decided that I am going to make you wait. Of course, *I* am not the one writing the books. No, of course not. My good friend, Cherry Dumas is. I am just telling her what is going on, and she is writing it. Of course, she is taking some liberties. Maybe making things sound a little more dramatic. And leaving some things out. The juicy steamy bits. One day maybe i can get her to put those in. I can always hope…I am turning into a little voyeur. I like he knowing every little bit of my privacy. But is she telling you. No. She says she wants the younger ones to still be able to read it, including her nieces. well, I don’t blame her. But, as my life gets a little rougher, she may have to chose. I will let her tame it down only to a certain point.
Back to Dom. I like that he likes me waking in his arms. I like waking there too. one day, maybe we will have some place other than the cave to wake in. At least it is not the same cave that “the battle” originated in. I can’t say that it took place there, no…no. Because it didn’t. I was just held captive there and dragged to the scene of the battle. But some torture took place there. Some of my blood was spilled there. I would not feel comfortable sleeping there. Especially so close to where dear faithful Galen was almost lost to us. I think I took that harder than me losing my life and being transformed. Such a sweet dog to be tossed away like that by Hildy…
Anyway, topic change. that is too sad. I won’t tell Dom yet. I can’t. Maybe soon. Oh wait. I already said that. Where was I? I upset myself. With the way my mood is, right now, that is not a smart move. I think I had better seek out Dom…first, I had better seek out a snack. something to tide me over until we eat dinner…
Goodnight mortals. Ohhh I like saying that. Shall I flash my fangs for you too? Hmmm, Maybe I should get a cape. Not a red one, definitely not a red one. That would be too much like Hildy’s, but I can’t go for the traditional black vampire cape…I will have to think on this. This is too much fun. Dom would say I need to keep a low profile, especially right now…he can be too…old…at times. I like the rush. I like the thrill. I wonder if I can get him to come sky-diving with me. I wonder how that would be with this new form?
~Missy
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