Entry 6:
Some things are just not explainable. For example, no one could explain how or why I can transform into a wolf. Or, if animals have souls or not. Like I mentioned, some things are just not explainable. It's hard to explain. All I can do is wonder, think, and hope. And if I can really get an answer... will it be hard to believe?
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"What happened, are you okay?" I heard Zavier ask again. I looked up at him, barely breathing. I could see the worry in his eyes, and I tried to smile at him. I coughed and gasped for air. Zavier sat next to me, and leaned my back on his arm. After a couple of seconds, I was able to breathe. "I'm sorry... I thought you were right next to me... I felt someone next to me... with the same presence as you," he said.
"It's okay, let's keep moving," I said, trying to stand up. Zavier stood up and helped me. "Are you sure?" he asked me. "Yeah. I'm fine," I said. We walked down the hall again. I felt the same shiver go down my spine. I held on to Zavier's sleeve, and he stopped. "It's here somewhere," I whispered. He looked around, "Okay. Just calm down, and let's keep walking," he said.
Only after a couple of steps, I heard the screaming/growling. My eyes widened, and I looked at Zavier. He stopped walking, too. I looked at what he was looking at... it was... me...? It was like a reflection, exactly the same. She was smiling evilly, and walking closer. She walked up to Zavier, "How about leaving that... halfling of a partner, and go to me instead?" she asked.
The wolf in me growled loudly, shocking me. She smirked at me, "Hmmm.... Dusk Sinclaire, view on Zavier, tall, mysterious. Hasn't seen his power yet, so can't exactly figure him out. Hmmm... boring," she said laughing. Zavier wasn't moving... or could he not move...? I stepped forward.
"Oh? Brave all of a sudden?" she asked. "I know you. You are me," I said calmly. She lauged eavilly, "We'll see about that," she said, changing her form. She changed into Zavier. "Can you hurt your own partner?" he asked. "If it means rescuing him then yes," I said. A light came from my hand and magic filled whip appeared. Being a vampire halfling, means I get weapons that they can.
I swung back, and brought it forward, grabbing the fake Zavier by the wrists. "Fire Blaze," I muttered, and the whip became ablazed with a blue fire. The fake Zavier fell to the ground in pain, and got free. The fire didn't leave a burn mark. Zavier was released from his hold, and the fake Zavier spun him in a circle. They spun so fast, I lost track of which one was the real one.
My eyes bounced back and forth between them. "Dusk, I'm the real Zavier, come on, you know this," one Zavier said. "Dusk, don't listen to him. I'm the real Zavier," he said. I was confused. "Split," I said, and the whip became two. I swung both back, and swung them forward. I caught one around the neck, and the other caught it easily.
I tugged hard on the whip around Xavier's neck, and his face started to crack. A bright light came from him, and a ghost was standing there, still trapped by my whip. It was a girl with light blonde hair and purple eyes. She slumped to the floor and glared at me. Xavier walked over to me, "Thanks for not... killing me," he said awkwardly. I smiled, "No problem," I said.
"Don't look so happy, girly. You girls are all the same at this school," the girl on the floor said. I glared at her, "Did you just compare me to those dumb whores a this school?" I asked. Zavier looked at me, very confused. "Only a few people aren't sluts here, and I'm one of those few. I will send you back to where you came from if you say that again, " I said darkly.
The girl looked at me, shocked, "Please. Don't send me there," she mumbled. I looked at Zavier, "Do whatever you want. Throw her in a circle of salt for all I care," I said. Zavier thought, "I have an idea," he said looking at the girl, "We'll make a contract." She stood up, a faint smile on her face, "Thank you very much! My name's Carmen Monte," she said. "Let's go," Zavier said. He walked off, and Carmen immediately followed, like a lost little puppy. This was unbelievable! She just tried to kill me, and he invites her in?! He really is hard to believe!!!!!!!
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A Daywalker's Diary
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