A very strange night.

I said I had no news for you yesterday. Well, that's all about to change because I have BIG news today.
You would not believe who Kristy Helleughes really is. Or, should I say, what she is.
Maybe I should start from the beginning.
Last night, I was in my flat, rushing to finish up my half of the report draft for Euro History. And I realized that I couldn't finish it without comparing it to some of Kristy's stuff. And I couldn't call her either because she doesn't have a phone. Or so she said. She practically swore at me when I asked her for her number. At that time, I was like "she-esh. Talk about snappish. Talk about being an ultra loner." But that's Kristy, hey, and the less time I spent with her, in person or phone or whatever, the better.
So that left me with basically no choice but to head over to her house with my stuff. Believe me, I didn't want to do that. Why should I take a bus ride and walk through a crummy neighborhood just to see Kristy Helleughes in the middle of the night? But, trust me, I need that grade for Euro History. Badly. So, no choice, Kristy's house. I had her address - she gave it to me pretty grudgingly - but hell, it wasn't as if I was going to be stopping by all the time. I don't want anything happening to me the way whatever happened to Bryce Johnson when he went over to her place back then.
So it was me and my pile of notes and report drafts heading downtown on a smelly bus to Kristy's. She lives in this crappy neighborhood where there is a high possibility of you getting your neck slashed as you walk down the street. I think there's a crackhouse a street away from her street. Anyway, I don't have any qualms myself about walking the streets, not ever since I became a vampire.
So I finally arrive at her house - to find that no one is in. Actually, I wondered if she gave me the right address because the house looked as if it had been abandoned for ages. Dilapidated, broken down, sagging porch, the garden looks like a real jungle. But the place reeked, man it reeked of dog. There was that smell of dog everywhere - so much the stronger to me, thanks to my vampire senses, and I recognized that scent as the same one constantly floating about Kristy. So it must have been her home. I half-expected a pack of wild dogs to burst out from the garden and take me down.
Well, it pretty much pissed me off that she wasn't around when I had come all this way downtown to see her. So I walked around to the back to see if she was maybe there or something - I didn't want to come all this way for nothing. So I snuck around to the back of the house, hacking my way through all those weeds and crap and constantly getting hit by the worst animalistic stench ever. Like, it was bad. And it was getting stronger and stronger as I got closer - and then I realized someone was at the back of the house. And not just someone, it was something. I don't know if it was basic instincts or my vampire instincts but I just knew there was something at the back of the house in that massive jungly garden and I knew it wasn't human. And that it was ba-ad.
I should have just left right away, but as you know me, curiosity got the better of me and I went the way I shouldn't. I was going to take one peek, just one peek, and suddenly this thing came flying out of the dark and landing on me, scattering my papers and stuff. And suddenly I found myself on my back (and on some horrible, gooey mass of leaves and mud or whatever), fighting this huge, massive dog. It was actually going to kill me! And let me tell you, having this huge beast thing on top of you a la Ginger Snaps is never what it seems like in the movies. You can't see shit, there's fur and bad smells and saliva and claws everywhere and I just basically hit out blindly. I swear, it was a good thing I was a vamp, otherwise I would probably be dead by now. As it was, I was strong and fast enough to hit back at whatever it was. It didn't go flying off me, like how a vamp can throw a monster off it and send it flying against a wall in Buffy. I just managed to push it off and scramble to my feet and block it as it came at me again. My fangs had grown and I was in full vampire mode, but it was big and growling and a mass of dark fur and strong muscle and I just had enough time to think, "Fuck, I'm fighting a wolf? before we were wrestling with each other all over the place. I was just too busy getting away from the teeth, but those claws really ripped my stomach and arms. And ruined my second-favourite denim jacket. Thank goodness it was only my second-favourite.
Well, wolf or whatever, it was freaking strong and it was cunning too. But, finally, somehow, I don't know how, I bashed it against the wall of the house, like several times, and as it was lying dazed there, I grabbed this huge stone nearby and was about to bash its head in for good when I suddenly saw its eyes. They were yellow. And they were Kristy's eyes.
I think I just ended up shouting, "FUCK, what the HELL?!?" in disbelief. I wasn't even sure of what conclusion I had to come to in my mind, I mean, the connection hadn't even properly clicked yet, but I was just blown away by the implications. Jeez, listen to me, I sound like a lawyer or something. And then those yellow eyes rolled up to look at me, and the hatred and rage in those eyes just stunned me. I mean, Kristy couldn't hate me that much. The expression in those eyes just made my vampire instincts want to kill her good with that stone while she was down, spill her brains and all, but something held me back. Maybe my human side. And I just lowered my arms (but I still kept the stone in my hands, like, I wasn't going to kill her anymore but I didn't want to be defenseless if she springs at me again, I mean, the bitch hated me!)
And as I was just standing there, wondering what to do, her yellow eyes rolled back and closed. And for a moment, I thought, "Fuck, I just killed her." Because, you know, even if she was Kristy Helleughes, badass bitch of the year, even if she was some weird kind of beast, I had just killed. I mean, I had never killed anyone before. Not even as a vampire. Not even that time when I drank too much from that kid.
But then, suddenly, all that black fur started shrinking and pale flesh and brown hair emerged and suddenly she was Kristy again, naked and unconscious. And man that is one predicament in which I would never like to be stuck in.
I couldn't leave her there, obv. So I picked her up and took her into her house and found an old housecoat to get her into. She had a whole bunch of cuts and bruises from our fight so I found some yucky old antiseptic cream and stuff from the medicine cabinet (It's got a lot of sleeping pills in there, I guess that explains her crappy mood most if the time) and I cleaned her up. Her injuries were healing fast anyway - and mine even faster. This is a good thing, being a vampire.
Anyway, I didn't know what to do after that. Should I just go home? What would I do tomorrow when I see her? Would I even see her? What about our report?!??? We still had a bloody report to hand up for Euro History, even though we are, like, obviously two warring races or something, like Underworld or something!
I was just sitting there, thinking about it, and wondering if I should call Paul or something and ask for some advice, but then how would he react? when suddenly something made me look up and I saw that she was stirring. And then those yellow eyes opened and saw me.
Honestly, that was one tense situation. We were just staring at each other for like, the longest time, wondering what each other was going to do.
Finally she said, "Why didn't you kill me?"
"What do you think I am, a bad guy?" I said bluntly. "I'm not going to kill you. Even though you are one major hell of a bitch."
She smiled a little, faintly. It wasn't a nice kind of smile, just a smile of acknowledgement that she knew she was one of the hardest people in the world to get along with. "You're a vampire."
"Yeah, but I'm not a bad person." I shifted my weight, gave her a hard stare. "How do you know I'm a vampire anyway?"
She shrugged. "The fangs gave it away, I guess." Her eyes turned away from me, staring into the distant. "But I kind of always knew you were something else. I could never figure it out. My senses told me you were something inhuman. That's why I hated you so much. You were different, you weren't human."
"Yeah, well, neither are you," I retorted. "What the hell are you anyway? Some kind of werewolf?"
Her eyes returned to me, she smiled faintly again. "I prefer the term lycan."
"Yeah, whatever, Kristy. The fact remains is that you're something inhuman and so am I. You were the one who was striving to win Miss Queen Bitch of the Universe and not me. So what gives you the right to judge me for what I am?" I crossed my legs and returned her gaze challengingly.
She looked away again, but there was something else in her yellow eyes. "Because I know what I am isn't right," she said softly. "I know it's not human, it's not normal. It just isn't." Her gaze flickered back to mine. "And neither are you."
I heaved a sigh of exasperation. "Look, Kristy, I don't know what you're talking about. In fact, I'll be honest with you. I don't even know if you're right or wrong. In fact, I just became a vampire recently. Yeah, I was just bitten by this guy and he ran off and never told me shit about anything. I had to figure out for myself what I was, what had happened to me. And that sucked majorly, all right? And yes I had to wrestle with the question: am I evil? Believe me, I didn't have an easier time of it than you did. But I knew myself, the real me anyway, the person I was before I became a vampire. The person I still am. I'm not a bad person. I'm still an ordinary college kid under all that Anne Rice vampire changes that has happened to me. And I've met other vampires, a few of them. They're nice people. There may be other vampires who are evil-as-hell and all that, I'll give you that. I don't know, there probably are. After all, it's like people, there are the bad guys and there are the good guys. But the ones I met are the good guys. They're just like you and me. I'm just like anyone else, and so are you, under that werewolf Queen Bitch exterior. So why don't you quit all this posturing around and just come to terms with what you are and get over it? I've dealt with it, so can you."
She was staring at me then. There was a look in her face, as if she wanted to believe what I was saying, but couldn't bring herself to do it. "I've done too much," she said hollowly. "Too many evil things. Too many wrong things. I can't forgive myself."
"Yes, you can," I said. "If you give yourself a chance. Put the past behind you, Kristy. Whatever's happened has happened. You were just unlucky, maybe you just didn't understand what or who you are. But, hey, everyone's more than a little lost sometime in their lives. But you can't just hide yourself away from the world like this." Where was I getting all this psychotherapy stuff from anyway? But I suddenly found I really wanted to help her. Something about her told me she was like myself, she had been human and then something had happened to change her and then she was suddenly unsure and had lost her way too. I wanted to help her. "Listen, you've got me now. I can help you. I understand what you are going through. I know someone else who does too. Yu don't have to be alone. You have friends now."
She stared at me for a long time. Finally she said, "You'd help me?"
"Yeah, of course," I said.
"Even though I've been a total bitch to you and tried to kill you?"
I laughed. "Well, I almost killed you too. But you really do have to work on your people skills."
She laughed too, and suddenly, it was as if the tension between us had dissipated. It was almost as if we were friends now. We had a bond now between us, borne out of our shared pasts and confusions.
This isn't a happy ending, mind you. After the tension was over, we both suddenly remembered we had a report draft due tomorrow that accounted for a major part of our grade. We both suddenly remembered most of my stuff was lying about in her backyard, wet and gross and covered with dead leaves. We spent most of the night trying to piece together our draft and put it together again. It was a crappy draft. We'll probably get a crappy grade. But I think, who cares, we both have each found a new friend. A friend whom we can trust.

No news is pretty much indifferent news.

All right, I know what you're thinking, the fact is that I haven't been updating any news for quite a while. Well, I have no news. Basically, what I have been doing is working, drinking, sleeping, working, drinking, sleeping. That's it, folks. And the occasional beers n hash. Pot is so much better when you're a vampire. Solz is wondering why I'm constantly nicking so much of his supplies these days and he's not very happy with it either. Michael and I haven't seen each other in like, forever, even though we're in the same college, because he's so busy with this big economics project of his.
Why on earth am I in college? The amount of work they pile on you is so heavy, it should be illegal.
And on top of that, I have to deal with Kristy Helleughes as well. Man, that bich pisses me off.
So, right, like the last I mentioned, Kristy and I were working on a project together. Man, she was one hell of a nasty bitch to work with. She practically bites my head off at every suggestion I make, is completely uncooperative and doesn't do shit. And this is coming from yours truly, a major slacker of the most majorly slacker-ish kind.
Well, we finally decided to split up the work between the two of us and go our own ways, researching and working on our own bits. That suited me way fine, I'm telling you, the less time I spent with her, the better. But I still had to see her in class and talk to her every now and then to make sure our parts matched up. That was a major bitch.
Well, it's going to be over soon anyway. We just have the drafts due this week, and the final project the next week or so. I can see us rolling on our way to a big F right now. I haven't even done much of mine yet, so I have to be on my way to the library with Julie. She's got a major report for her business class due soon too and she's done shit nothing of it. We'll be doing our best to work, but knowing us, we'd be doing shit nothing, haha. But we gotta, our drafts are due the next day.
It's going to be a full moon tonight. Plenty of light for hunting. I would like a good meal for once; I've been so busy that I just run out and drink from just about anyone who comes along. I have no time to be picky. Sometimes, getting a meal as a vampire is so much more difficult than having to cook an ordinary meal. We actually have to get off our asses and out the door to hunt for our food. No Insta-Noodles for us.