Dear Diary,
They (the non-humans I
surround myself with) figured out a plan to go after Mr. S. So I returned the
phones to the rugby team and Vincent came with. After we returned the phones,
the lights went out in the boy’s locker room, and we told Dean to get away from
it but he ran inside instead. I don’t know why, but I ran after him, and of
course Vincent came after me.
Then there was a scream,
the lights came back on, and Dean was on the ground dead. I tried doing CPR on
him, but he was creepily cold and seemed like he’d been dead for hours. I
couldn’t believe it. Vincent called 9-1-1 and they showed up, but I don’t know
what will happen. If Dean is what I think he is, I’m not sure he’ll stay dead,
or how he’ll explain that tomorrow.
I sent a message to Nate
anyways, telling him that Dean had died at school. And even though they were
friends, he didn’t say anything. Just a “Thanks for letting me know.” I mean,
how weird is that? Wouldn’t you normally ask how or what happened or something?
Then we went back to the
others who said they saw a darkness outside. Israel brought that kid Caleb with
him. Everyone seemed okay with this, even though we know nothing about him. I
guess it’s okay to just tell every human in sight what’s going on. I mean, I
found out, so everyone else should be okay, right? I don’t think it’s a good
idea. I think we should talk to as few people as possible, try to protect
everyone else from this mess.
Tobias had helped Chantel
break into Mr. S’ phone and found a bunch of creepy photos. I’m not sure what
they were expecting, but now they have the proof they need to bring him down.
And after all, if he’s another dark thing shouldn’t he be brought down? I don’t
know what to think anymore. There’s weird stuff everywhere, and I’m just as
tangled in it all, some how.
Vincent kept insisting he
could get us in anywhere, including Mr. S’ loft, but Israel and I tried to
convince him that constantly turning to Samael is a bad idea. Ardath said he
could get us in then, which I don’t trust but can’t argue with if it means leaving
Samael out of the picture. Then someone said they knew Mr. S was in a club. So
that’s where we went.
After changing we went to
the club and we knew Mr. S was upstairs in the VIP lounge. Vincent ordered us
some wine, but I kept feeling this tug, like something was pulling me up the
stairs. I excused myself to go to the bathroom but went up the staircase and
felt something grab hold of me instantly, something invisible and almost like a
weird power.
Then everyone was up there.
There was a weird cult that was chanting and my friends began to yell at them.
Something gripped us all, a spell I guess, and people began to change. Israel
became his angel of wraith. The new guy, Caleb, became a fucking wolf-man.
Vincent got that dark look in his eyes when he’s talking to Samael. Ardath
became a little more beautiful, a little darker, and had a strange look on his
face. But Chantel seemed to stay the same, seemed to hold on to something.
They were yelling, and I
tried to tell them to stop but then something snapped inside. I realized that
it didn’t matter what I did. That they were monsters and I wasn’t anything they
were ever going to listen to. It was fine to pretend to be human, but when ever
something wasn’t going their way, they were evil at the core and this was when
it was showing. I couldn’t be there anymore. I just… couldn’t watch them
destroy themselves and others again and again.
So I ran away. I was about
to call the cops when a woman in a red dress offered me a car ride in a limo. I
said yes, because fuck it, what difference did it make!? The woman then dropped
a bomb on me. She was Vincent’s mom. Vincent’s dead mother. I said that Vincent
said she had died. And then she smiled and showed me her fangs and said she
had. I just couldn’t keep doing this. So like an idiot I jumped from the car.
Finally I got hold of the
cops and they were on their way. Then I called the only person I knew could
help: Robin Red Cap. I asked him to make everyone normal. To make them stop
being monsters. I couldn’t watch them keep doing this! I just… can’t watch
Vincent keep selling himself or Israel keep doing things that make him hurt so
much later. He said he could. He said to meet him. And I’m going to.
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