Chronicle of a Slayer

Sun's Dusk 8, 3E433; Turdas

Today our illustrious leader, the Listener Duveney, announced (through Arquen) that she was going to go shopping and wanted accomplices. She grabbed Feichin by his arm and dragged him right out the door into Cheydinhal. Somehow, I wasn't jealous in the least.

I've been spending today catching up on some of my reading. It's actually been worth my time, I feel much more relaxed. I'm reading this very, very enticing play about this Argonian maid, who

Forget everything I said about relaxed. Now! Now, I am... worried. Our Listener has returned from her... shopping escapade, and the poor boy who went with her is covered in what looks like blood. I could have sworn while I was staring, someone whispered 'goat', someone female. ...I have this weird feeling she slipped skooma into my breakfast.

Thankfully, this time she decided to steal Bhradain away, thank Sithis, and not me. I will.. try to read again. It is relaxing. Yeah. Definitely. I am so relaxed right now. I am not annoyed and disturbed, at all. Peace. Ahhhh.

Scratch that again. Bhradain is back. Thankfully not covered in blood, he has something sticky-looking oozing out of his pockets. It smells vaguely of grapes. Jam? She took Orson this time, and I worry about what he will end up as, but I can't let that get to me. Reading. Reading is good. Yes, very good. Very, very good. Horny lizard women are very good.

She's back. Orson may be the worst of the three. He is barely, just barely clothed-- his underwear is on his head, you see, and the only clothing besides that is his hood wrapped around him like a baby's diaper. It looks heavy and smells terribly. I worry for my own safety, but it is getting late, and she seems to have gone back to misplacing various items around the sanctuary. I've decided not to eat tonight, as she was hanging around the kitchen while the cook was in there with her arms full of little white bottles. Skooma? At any rate, I am going to sleep.

Sun's Dusk 9, 3E433; Freedas

Today I have something a little different to tell of than the previous posts. Today, upon catching Duveney in her... pranks, would you call them? I decided not to just watch, but act like a bad-ass and lean up against the wall and shoot out some witty, snide comment. Instead I ended up watching her for a bit, wide-eyed, then suddenly asking, "Having fun?"

To my surprise, she actually answered. She whispered, though... very coldly, like a snake's hiss. "I quite am, thank you," she had breathed, before giving this very... dark chuckle and slipping away into the dark.

Creepiest moment of my life, I swear. But! Today is the very last day! She will be gone, and I can throw out that painting, and all my adoring fan letters, and she will be gone from my life! Oh, wait, there! Quick, she's leaving, I'll return in a moment to report.

... I have died, and gone to the deepest pergatory anyone could imagine. Remember how I said a few pages back that she would pick a bodyguard, a travelling companion, if she so pleased?

I bet you can guess who she picked. Yeah. I haven't the slightest clue why, but I'm to leave with her at dawn.

So, I'm packing my bag (and including you, diary), and being utterly miserable, as I write. I think my life could not get any, any worse than this. ... You know, every time someone says that, it gets much, much worse...

With that, I'm going to bed. On to tomorrow... I'm so very excited. Very. Very. Excited. To my core, man. Blah. Night.

Sun's Dusk 10, 3E433; Loredas

I didn't write about it last night because I didn't think about it, but when I got up in the middle of the night for a midnight apple, I noticed Duveney. She's been sleeping on a roll on the floor near the kitchens, despite having been offered any and all beds in the Sanctuary. But, she wasn't sleeping at all. She was breathing really fast, and flipping back and forth on the mat, groaning constantly. A nightmare? Or just anger? I disappeared before I could find out.

And now, as dawn approaches, I am suddenly seeing my life flash before my very eyes... as a child, wandering about town with a little dog in tow, can't even remember the poor thing's name... older, breaking into candy stashes... older still, stalking the handsome men around...

I must leave. I will write again when there is time.

Now there is time, as dusk grows near. I have noticed.. some odd things about our Listener. Besides that she never speaks expect to whisper a short, precise order, she also has these... manic moments. We will be wandering the forest towards a nearby city, and she will just run off in some direction, looking around wildly, but when she calms down, she acts like nothing has happened. It only happened three times, but three is an odd number of times to do that. Heck, once is odd.

Also, when she eats, she is very vicious. Like a wild animal, ripping meat from bone, she somehow manages to keep herself relatively clean. A mystery.

She still has not even asked my name. Does she know it already? Does she not care? I feel unwanted. I could cry. I am going to sleep. Good night.

She won't stop the groaning. I can. Not. Sleep. This. Way. AHHHHHHHHHHH.