July 3rd, 2008
I cleaned myself up. Wiped the war paint from myself. The blood of my enimies.
I also let Lauryn comb out my hair. It hurt as she took out tangles. I was thinking about Wesley. I am his slayer, yet I want more. He is cute and I see how unhappy he gets.
Lauryn has been trying to help me. Yes I still have all the memories but she is trying to help me focus. She thinks I am crushing on him. I am to slay vampires not be crushing on him. This has me concearned.
May 24th, 2008
The patrol was not very eventful. A few closers and those went down easily.
At least for her. Keep ghouls safe from things getting to close. It eased the boredom and was considerably more fun then watching public assess.
If she was going to have a show it would be all about ... Oh she did not know and nor did she care. So little to do. Things that go bump in the night did not seem to mess with slayers.
May 11th, 2008
Sharpen sharpen make better stakes. One bothers Wesley. I must kill him. Wolfram and Heart want him. Want Drucilla , Illyria and me. Stake stake them all. Make them dust. all of the them. I have dreams they grow worse. The two faced thing is there. It is the contents of two children. They rarely speak and they point. Killed before they could rise to power.
The path is blood, always blood nothing else will do. Vampires drink it , humans need it. Deities like it when placed on alters. Slayers shed it and make enimies dust. So many to kill, so many to be bleed. Where is Walter?
I may need him, he serves a function. The robot girl as well some how they all fit together. Lauryns is a good place to work.
I may need more wood soon.
April 4th, 2008
Wesly is missing, I must find him.
I have been having dreams again. So many memories rolled into my head.
How many fruit flavors does that make?
Tanaka show was interesting, I want nothing from it though.
I staked a few vampires that came in. Dusty I named them all.
In the end that is always their name. Girl boy they become Dusty.
Bored, now want to stake more.
February 29th, 2008
Vampires, zombies, armed men oh my.
Vampires zombies armed men oh my.
Watching waiting, we shall overcome.
No more tears, and no more being off guard.
I had fun at Wesly's party. I ate cake and it tasted good.
Took forever to get to that part though. I am liked here.
I finally have a home. I have friends, and I want to go
ice skating. I am not sure why.
February 3rd, 2008
I regret what I did to Spike. That was his name not the Walter who hurt me. I am sorry , he did not deserve what I did to him. Try to think and learn. Learn to focus, learn to think more clear headed.
To much blood on my hands, the doctors deserved it for what they had been doing. Spike did not, the man in the store did not deserve to die. This grey line is hard to walk.
PRIVATE TO WES
I need a watcher , I am a good slayer. Good with monsters and not so good with other things. I need to not be confused anymore. Be my Watcher please.
Dana will be a loyal Slayer , your slayer and listen. Watchers are to guide cause slayers get into trouble to easily.
February 2nd, 2008
Ask the wind. send a message to a Watcher, wind.
No wind tho just fog.
That stinky monster fought hard. Oh, I met a lady. Lady lady new?
too many voices. feel like Walter now.
Lady said church what church something about a church? Why???
I went to church when I was little they said we could draw and I would get a coloring book but instead I squirmed all the time uncomfortable chairs boring talk priest about God and I never got one. No ice cream either.
God, what God.
Your God can't protect me. Not from him, not from what he did in the basement in the dark when I was afraid.
Now I'm strong. Slayer strong. Strong hands.
That saves me.
January 31st, 2008
Awake looking for home. All dizzy but alive.
Wesly I should have talked first.
Dana tried to be brave.
Do her calling , bad slayer.
Was not smart enough to see trap, underestimated opponent.
See fenced building , going there.
Pete's Bowl O Rama.
Can I go bowling?
Not sure if I know how.
January 28th, 2008
We're not yours anymore. Can't keep us. Not pets, not projects. Commodities.
Try to reach in again but can't do damage. Drift through and you're nothing. Not even molecules, no cells left. All of yours are rotting.
Think blood on the walls scares, but it won't stay. Stop painting, put the pen back.
Not that room. He's sleeping. Won't pay attention anyway.
January 26th, 2008
I killed big monsters. Never scene there kind but I liked the challenge. The man who kept throwing me got away. I do feel more confident in my skills now.
Not sure where he went, I never got to finish with him. Found Wesly I think I like him.
Maybe I belong here.