September 10, 2019—Later

I could barely drag myself out of bed this morning. I was so tired from last night, even more so because I couldn't sleep till around 5. Not to mention another dream that I had last night. Although I couldn't exactly remember all the details of this one. Or even the plot, really. And it felt way too much like being half-asleep than an actual dream.

Brr-ring! Brr—

"'Ello. What the—oh. Rupert."

A pause.

"A new Slayer? Where?"

Another pause.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

Silence.

"Some sodding system you wankers have set up. So the chain of communications has been severed and you have no bloody clue where either of them are…You don't even know who the new chit is?!"

Another pause.

"Alright, alright, Rupes. I'll continue patrolling until you find her."

Click.

School was Hell. Although according to my Watcher, that's not exactly much of an exaggeration. Right after last period, I called home and told Dad I was staying for school rehearsal until 5.

You would not believe what happened after school. I'd just walked into the band room and talked to Ms. Robson about what we were doing tonight, right? My Watcher mentions several new disappearances near Docktown. She hands me a crossbow and asks me to try it out, 'cause she's expecting to see a lot of vamps tonight and she says a crossbow is handier than a stake.

So I aim at the back corkboard, but totally miss when I heard this sudden noise from over by the timpani. So of course I jerk and accidentally impale the wall with a crossbow bolt.

Just missing one Jesse Harris, spying from behind the drums.

Ms. Robson was mad that our secrecy had been breached. I was ticked off that someone had managed to spy on me without my noticing, and that one of my close friends was now involved, of course. And Jesse was ticked that I didn't tell him about this.

After Ms. Robson's failed attempts to convince Jesse he hadn't really seen or heard what he had and my various apologies and excuses, we swore him to secrecy. Told him never to tell another soul.

Really, my life is just great. I mean, it's not like Jesse wants to tag along tonight, maybe get himself killed.

Ha. Of course he wants to. He insists. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Jesse is going to get hurt or something, and I will have to explain it to Aunt Willow and Uncle Xander. Just great.

It's only Tuesday.