Tuesday, October 25, 2011


I know I've been awfully scare and I'm sorry for it. Things have been...hectic. Bran and company left after Casey vanished and Ai and I had a rather terrifying encounter with you-know-who the other day. Chastin was there with Him and it dredged up some painful feelings, but I'm okay now. I'll go into greater detail later, right now I'm supposed to be helping Aiden prepare for his Samhein ritual. I probably won't be participating directly, but I still want to help out where I'm needed.

Guys...my arm...tried to strangle me last night. I woke up in the middle of the night to my own fingers crushing my windpipe. It took all I had in me to rip my hand away and hold it down until it stopped fighting me (I still have no idea how it managed to get such a tight hold on me when I've only got three fingers on that hand...). I haven't told Aiden this yet, he's got too much on his mind after Bran leaving, us being attacked, and the ritual. But, this is going too far, I need to do something soon if I'm to have any hope of surviving this. I hate to ask anyone to help me...but I sure as hell know that I can't do what needs to be done on my own.

I'll tell the whole story later. My arm is getting slender substance all over my desk and I need to change the wrappings. 


  1. And now, I know, dear.. What the hell? Seriously, Malkin! What the hell. Tell me about this shit, won't you? I'd think I'd at least deserve do know.

  2. I'm sorry...everything's just been so crazy lately and I didn't want to upset you. I'm just...dealing with it I suppose. I don't really know what we can do about it besides chop it clean off...

  3. Don't make me slap the shit out of you. I'll d it if I have to. We'll figure something out. There's got to be another way. A different. way to deal with this than chopping your fucking arm off. We'll figure something out. Just please, let me know about these things. I don't want to have to find out about them through your blog.