Read the intimate thoughts of a vampire huntress in Damali Richard's personal
journal. These three entries can only be found here!
Okay, Journal… it’s me again. Yeah, about the same old yang,
too. Something has got to be wrong with me! Every night—thinking
about this stuff? That’s not normal, is it? To be so fixated on
“one thing.” Marlene and the gang swear I’m some superhero—and
yet, I’m crazy about some guy from five years ago, who, I might
add, is hustling? That happens to everyday sisters. I’m not so special
in that regard...
I think I’m loosing my mind. I heard the man die. What am I saying?
Carlos Rivera was dead when I last saw him. Correction—I heard him
go down… heard them silence his voice. He’s extinct. And what
I’m feeling is beyond loss… it’s phantom memory, reflex…
agony. Forever is a very long time for somebody to be gone...
If I could scribble out these last few hours I would, but I can’t.
I need somewhere to quietly, privately bleed and wail… so this journal
entry is between me and you, God. I’ve been so far and so long away
from writing that, somehow I know I may never get back to what I used
to do. My life, everyone’s life, is so very different now, after
what just went down...
New! Volume Four
I still ain’t right about a LOT of stuff that went down. Lilith is out there, somewhere—I can feel that bitch in my skin. And, The Chairman… all of it makes me wanna puke just thinking about how badly I need to take both their heads... More »