This has been written because the idea interests me. I like Raven; I seriously do, so I had to bring her to life in a brand spanking new way! Here, you'll read a series of diary entries detailing her time with Victor as they work on an important mission together.
Warning: Corporal punishment will be mentioned, detailed and written about heavily. If you don't like the sound of this, please don't read. Other punishments will also be incorporated into the diary entries because Victor will be acting as her father during the mission.
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:.*.:*.: The Raven Diaries :.*:.*.:
Monday 3rd January
I hate my life! Really, I've never been THIS insulted in all the years I've been alive! Yes, I will be using enormous amounts of exclamation marks because I'm furious! How dare they do this to me! You see, Erik decided I needed to take part in a mission with Sabretooth. Myself and Victor, we don't get along at all. But I didn't ask for the details or anything like that because Erik had bought me a diamond necklace. Oh, it's beautiful! I'm in love with blue diamonds, I truly am. Anyway, it was a bribe! Okay, so I allowed myself to be bribed, but that's not the point. This is where my life becomes a mind field of difficult experiences and ridiculous rules. I have to stop writing now! I'm that angry my hand is shaking, and I have to find a vase to throw!
Tuesday 4th January
Victor doesn't like anybody throwing breakable objects at walls. He's been growling about it since last night. Apparently "throwing tantrums" at my age is "out of damn order" and "I should know better". He even told me if it happened again I'd be "sitting on a hard lesson" and I'd be "howling about it". I told him I didn't howl because I wasn't descended from wolves or any breed of dog. He snorted and replied with something along the lines of "Really? Could have fooled me because you've been acting like a bitch from day one". I think I hate him. No really, I do. You see, the problem is I'm supposed to be his daughter on this mission. Yes, his daughter! How could I even pretend to be related to a pig like him? I feel sick just thinking about it. I have to stop writing again, he's calling me. Even when he shouts my name up the stairs he sounds like he's snuffling and snorting like a pig with a wild mane of hair.
Wednesday 5th January
Today Victor had his hair cut. He almost looks normal now. It actually suits him better with shorter hair and slight stubble that sticks to his face like ticks to a dog. Oh, I don't know. He still needs to work on his people skills but he did pay for me to have my hair washed, cut and blow dried. I'm blonde again. I think I've really missed being blonde. I've even changed forms and look about sixteen. Well, I'm supposed to be seventeen and I can't say I'm pleased about that. Victor says I act like a teen, though, so I shouldn't have any trouble working on this mission with him. I'm still furious about the whole situation, don't forget that. I won't allow myself to be bribed again, either!
Thursday 6th January
I bought some beautiful clothes today. Victor gave me five hundred dollars and told me to "scram" for a while. I went to the local mall in a taxi cab. I can't actually remember a time I've felt this carefree, or even the last time I rode in a cab with a chatty driver. He told me all about his family and how they're settling into New York. They're from India, apparently. I've never been to India, but the way the man described it, it sounds like a beautiful place. After I'd bought clothes that fit my new, younger body, I returned to the house we're staying in. We no longer live at the Brotherhood base now and I don't even miss it. I like living in a proper house. If I could banish Victor to the depths of Hell I'd be even happier, though. I was bribed again, tricked, too. Erik had visited while I was out buying a whole wardrobe full of beautiful floaty dresses and slender, figure-hugging clothes. He left something behind that made me want to break everything in this house. In fact, I would have smashed everything in the street if Victor hadn't stopped me leaving. I have to wear the time lock bracelet now.
Friday 7th January
I should have explained what the bracelet does but I was so pissed I stopped writing and went to sit in the hot tub on the deck in the backyard. I also met our next door neighbour, Tommy. Oh, he's a fine specimen of a man and his arms look like they could bench press a Ferrari. Anyway, I've lost my way in this diary again. Where was I? Wait, I'll read back and see. That's it! I need to tell these pages all about the time lock bracelet. Erik had the bracelet made for me some years ago. Back then, I paid little attention to it, but now I curse it every second of the day, and I can't even take it off! It stops me from changing forms, so I'm stuck this way. Oh yes, just stuck as this seventeen-year-old girl by the name of Raven "you're in big trouble" Creed. I would take it off but the clasps are locked together and I don't have the code to break the seal. Victor and Erik have it, though. I wonder if I can talk them into giving me it? I've always been told I can talk a cock out of a man's pants within thirty miles of his wife's workplace. I have no idea if the last sentence makes sense, but I've thinking a lot about Tommy lately.
Saturday 8th January
I want to forget about today because I've never been so embarrassed in my life. This morning started okay, but as Victor was playing with his new truck in the garage, I showed Tommy my latest purchase: a blue, barely-there bikini. It's stunning, really. The scene was stunning, Tommy's dimpled, tanned face and sea-green eyes were more than stunning, and my equally stunning talk about how my hot tub was empty and I needed him there to hold my drink was the most stunning sentence I'd ever uttered. I didn't mind the frozen temperatures as I was parading about in front of a gleaming-eyed twenty-two-year-old, but Victor did. I've been working on calling him my father and I couldn't believe the way he behaved today. It was as if he was my father and he needed to protect me from horny men who thought I was their meal ticket for the aching pain in their underwear!
Oh, I need to begin a new paragraph because this has to be told in told in stages. So, there I was, guiding a shirtless Tommy towards the bubbling Jacuzzi. It was perfect and Tommy was grinning like a cat on heat. You know, if cats actually smiled like that. Then, Victor appeared and spoiled everything. I've seen him that angry before, but last time it was directed at a farmer who shot him on one of our first missions in the sticks. Anyway, so there we were, and Victor stalked over with a scowl. He grabbed Tommy's shirt off the side of the Jacuzzi and threw it in my crush's face, then ordered him off the property. Then I was told to "get in the damn house and put more clothes on! You're gonna catch your death out here, it's starting to snow!" He sounded that pissed at me, I almost did walk in the house, but I suddenly remembered I wasn't actually sixteen. My protests didn't meet Victor's approval, though. He took me by the arm and swatted me all the way from the deck into the kitchen. His hand hurts, you know! Really, it was slamming into my bottom and I was hissing and arguing all the way. He told me to "get changed or else", then went back outside. I gazed out the closed patio doors and do you know what I saw? Tommy flying through the air because Victor had thrown him over the fence!
Sunday 9th January
Finally, today was the moment I found out more about my part of the mission. I'm going to be attending school and I have to become friends with another young student named Marie. Apparently she's a year younger then I'm supposed to be. Her parents have just moved to New York and Erik's interested in her. I have a feeling she's going to become a mutant, she has to be, or he wouldn't care about a girl with spiking hormones and a tongue that likes to complain about life.
PS. I'm not speaking to Victor. Not only did he embarrass me in front of a man I'd love to spend time with, he also threw him like a Frisbee. I just wish he'd have thrown him like a boomerang, instead. I wanted Tommy to come back. And, as if by magic, Victor's calling me down for dinner. Why can't Tommy be the one calling me? I'd absolutely love that. Oh, Tommy is muscular and good-looking, whereas Victor is cantankerous, annoying and can spank faster then I can talk my way out of trouble. I know who I'd prefer to eat dinner with.