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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 11:21 pm
Date of Entry: October 19th
I'm not ready for this.
No, really, I'm not.
I like to think I won the lottery the day I was born [I mean, come on. I'm rich, I'm attractive, and I have the brains. Okay, my social connections can be worked on, but who needs them when I have me?] , but the events of the last week has me questioning otherwise.
Actually, I don't really care about the last week. Sure, I met a demon, got sucked into a deadly book, survived being killed by little children and escaped being eaten by a witch. But hey, I can deal with that. That's all in the past, anyway. But this? Yeah, I can't ******** deal with this. This is now, and this is real. This isn't something I can just put aside; it's a long term commitment. Anyone who's ever interacted with me for any amount of time knows I can't take commitment-- or responsibilities. I don't know which is worse.
The problem? There's this kid in the house.
Well, as some god damn demon put it, it's my kid in the house.
... Wow, that actually hasn't sunken in until I wrote that.
My kid? Seriously?
I'm twenty four. I'm not old enough for this. For christ's sake, I'm still living with my parents. I don't even have a job or a life goal yet-- That's why I'm in university. It's where people go when they have no idea what the ******** they want to do, but they have the money to burn.
Okay, okay. Put that aside from a minute. Let's pretend that I am capable of being a parent. Fine. I wouldn't mind so much if this kid wasn't the same beast that tried to eat me when I was sucked into some god forsaken book. You can't honestly expect me to keep something like this around.
Sure, according to Rayne he doesn't remember what happened or who he is. But that doesn't change the nature of the thing. In fact, the moment I brought it home, it already tore up my room. The curtains are ripped [$3,450], my sofa's laying on one side with the stuffing pulled out [$5,000], and two of the windows are broken [$2,000]. Oh, my bed? I don't even know where he dragged the mattresses. [$2,400]
Add that up.
That's $12,850 in damages and it hasn't even been a day. I was told the kids who emerge from books are supposed to be docile. You know, quiet, unresponsive, maybe even tired? What the hell is up with this little twerp?
On that note, what's going to happen when he grows older? This isn't a normal kid we're talking about. We're talking about a fully developed, flesh rendering beast from hell. Yeah, this thing is a hellhound. And I'm stuck with it.
I'm not equipped for this. I don't understand why Rayne couldn't just take him. He's a demon, the kid is a demon. They'd get along perfectly fine. As far as I know, Rayne wouldn't be killed just because he pissed the little s**t off either, but I will.
I have to find a way to get rid of him before he eats me.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 2:01 am
Date of Entry: October 20th
I woke up today to the sound of hysterical screaming. At first I thought it was because K scared one of my servants shitless-- I really wished that was the case but no, it was my mother.
Apparently K had found it fit to drag all the curtains, blankets, mattresses, and sofa stuffings from my room into the antechamber. How he managed to do that, I don't know. My room is located in the North wing, the entrance hall is in the South. That would be past the middle garden and...- Well, anyway, it's far. Maybe he got tired?
Well, according to my servants, the kid is mine [I guess, technically... Alright, fine, so he's mine. No come backs there.]. My mother is going haywire at the thought that I'll have to marry the kid's mother, despite the fact that they haven't even met. She's really angry now.
I don't tell my parents I date. It's kind of a useless fact when I change girls as often as I change clothes. Like I said, I don't like commitment and responsibility so I don't keep a steady lover. It's easier for all of us like that, since most of the girls start to hate me after the second date regardless.
But I'm sure my father would be proud had he known. He himself has about thirty mistresses on the side, not that mom knows.
Back to the original topic. After my mom left in tears, I wanted to order some breakfast. I'm mainly a vegetarian by choice but today I was craving some homestyle, traditional breakfast. You know, eggs, bacon, all that good stuff. No luck there. Apparently someone had cleaned out all the meat during the night.
I have a good feeling I know who the culprit is. It's small, short, and sleeping by my door.
I tried to get it up a couple hours ago but he wouldn't budge.
After trying to lift him a couple of times, I tried to kick him out of the way-- I know, I know. Abusing kids and little animals is despicable but you gotta see it from my point of view. This thing is neither a 'little cute fluffy animal', nor really a kid or human, okay?
Anyway, some people would be happy to know that he bit my leg and shredded my pant legs in retaliation. That's another half a grand down the drain.
What am I going to do? He doesn't look like he's going to wake up soon and I'm starving. Not to mention I'm seriously in pain and these pain killers aren't going to do anything for my infections if my wounds get ******** my life.
Later:
I finally got the terror to move. I'm in the West wing at the moment and the doctor just left after he looked over my wounds. I'm drugged half way to Hell [Hahaha... No.] and I can barely feel my hand sliding over the paper. But hey, at least I'm alive. The kid has fangs like nothing else.
I tell you, I've never gone hungry before. Ever. I always had any kind of food when I wanted, if I wanted. It's a new experience for me, especially being locked up in my own room. It's not really something I care to repeat twice.
How'd I get out?
Thanks to these guys.
       
They're charms one of my ex girlfriends gave me. This is only half the set-- she probably has the rest, though they're probably broken and rotting in a city dump now. In any case, these little guys reminded me that I had some candy in the room that I could lure the stupid dog with. Those were given to me at the same time as these bears.
       
I kept them because they were cute. Now K's eaten them all and I hope the fact that they're five years old will give him a stomach ache.
Or better yet, food poisoning.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 8:44 pm
Date of Occurrence: October 23rd
The hound was watching-- Altar knew it.
K knew it too, but that was because he was the one doing the watching. Besides those two, the servants also knew it, but they were quick to scuttle off and become quite engrossed in whatever they did during their work hours.
This unwanted watchfulness had been going on for quite a while and it was beginning to grate on the young heir's nerves. He was well enough to walk freely about now, though there was still a rather unattractive wad of bandages around his left leg that kept his 'battle wounds' from reopening. Oh, and he wasn't allowed to roll down his pant leg either. That made for one really dorky Altar and the young man was very much resenting the entire situation.
"What do you want?"
The words came out in a hefty growl, though it was less of a challenge and more of a whine if translated into Hellhound terms. Dark grey wolf ears twitched in response, K's tail flicking to one side. It wasn't the first time he had been addressed in such a hostile manner, but it didn't matter to him any. This one-- Altar, was it?-- wasn't the alpha. From what K could figure out, he was something like the beta, which meant that there was no need to earn his respect.
K wasn't stupid, even if he didn't remember where he came from or what he was exactly. He knew he was different-- ears and tail could attest to that much, not to mention his strange outfit. He also knew he wasn't welcomed here, but there was no where else to go yet. He only knew through feeling that leaving the mansion grounds without the redhead-beta was dangerous and K trusted that gut instinct.
"Nothing."
K's lagged reply came only when Altar was halfway down the long, lavishly decorated corridor. The hellhound didn't very much like these halls, since one side was pretty much tinted glass that still let in too much sunlight for his liking. Grudgingly, the boy moved after his keeper [Not that K would ever call Altar such.], crawling on all fours. It was strange-- he preferred to move this way, but some faint memory told K that it was... Well, a lot easier before. Before what, though?
"Can you stop that?"
Altar frowned, coming to a stop at the end of the corridor. For a minute, the redhead looked at the small form reflected in the mirror before him. "Get up and walk or something. Watching you crawl is kind of pathetic. You're old enough to understand what I'm saying, right? Then you should be old enough to walk."
K frowned in turn, withdrawing his hand from taking the next 'step'. Slowly, the hound sat back on his heels and lifted his gaze. It certainly was much harder moving like this... Unnatural even, with all the long fabric getting in the way. Perhaps it'd be easier if he went about it naked?
"Maybe you don't understand what I'm saying. Are you dumb?"
Altar sighed, fighting the urge to roll his eyes as he backtracked to stand in front of the boy. Pushing away the initial reaction to kick it, the redhead held out his hand, though it was plain that he was ready to snatch it back the moment K opened his mouth. Which he did.
"I'm not dumb." K replied firmly, eyes narrowing as he glared at Altar. He could sense the other's fear even if the boy didn't understand the reason for such caution. Well, in any case, it was still good knowledge. It made him feel like he was worth something, despite the fact that there was nobody here for him. While his kind were solitary creatures, they also always had a master to follow and that need for one hadn't disappeared when he came through the book. This peculiar situation left K feeling as empty as his expressions.
Feeling decidedly unmanly at having snatched his hand back so quickly when all the boy did was stupidly refute his claim, Altar rolled his eyes and tried again.
"Alright, fine."
This time, with visible effort of punching down his wariness, the heir grabbed a hold of K's arm and hoisted him onto both feet. The boy didn't bite or even retaliate. Instead, he looked mildly surprised to find that he could stand upright.
The first few steps were unstable and tentative, but after a couple more paces, the hound ran ahead and jumped impossibly far, landing on both feet. This was a lot easier to move around in, even if he still preferred to be on all fours.
"There. Now stay like that and keep off the floor." Heaving a sigh, Altar stuffed his hands into his back pockets and headed off again, visibly agitated. It was enough that he didn't know what to do with his new guest, it was probably worse that he was beginning to adopt a parental instinct towards the boy-- even if he didn't show it in kindness.
Etiquette.
That had been drilled into Altar's head as a child and K wasn't going to be spared. So crawling was a no; he'd have to see about the other's table manners too.
Altar could already see it now. Everything about K so far had been beast-like. Sure, he looked quiet and well mannered, but that was only if he was sitting still as the hound tended to do. When K actually moved, that was an entirely different story. Human limbs weren't made to copy animals. The erratic movements of the boy made for a more embarrassing sight than anything.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Altar glanced behind him. To his surprise, K hadn't followed him up to his room. Should he be worried?
With another of his increasingly frequent frowns, the redhead merely shook his head and pushed open the white-gold doors into his study. It didn't matter. If something bad happened, he'd be sure to hear of it. He could only hope that K hurt himself in the process, just to teach the little s**t a lesson.
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