Kevin Anders Journal

[The Overseer]

Alright, you want my history, ok, I was born, and now here I am... ok, ok, ok I was born January 13th, 1975, yeah I know, creepy date, but I think it's fitting for me. I have two younger brothers and one older sister. We all keep in touch, even after all we have been through. Let's see here, it was maybe August of '79 when my real dad left, he was a drunk that worked at the grain plant down in Fairfax, a real bum, and I think I'm following in his footsteps, wait, I know, one thing at a time. Anyways, he left leaving my mom with two kids, a mortgage and bills neck high. Needless to say she got rid of the mortgage and a few of the bills by selling the house back to the bank, putting us in a two bedroom apartment off of 10th and Central. It was crap to say the least, but we made due and got by, as I am still here to tell the tale. Mom got two jobs, one at 'Deathany', or Bethany Medical Center working nights for the emergency room, she pretty much hands them a clipboard and talks to my aunt on the phone over at the police station. Yep, just a couple of night owls, hootin over the phone at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday morning. Mom's other job was at Paul's down on Osage in Armourdale, the best damn onion rings in the country if you ask me. Moving along here, things were pretty touch-and-go there for a while, until I got to middle school. It was Central Middle School, just down the street, well, a few blocks, but sixth grade was there, time to get my act together... yeah right, I think fights were booked in advance for me there. It didn't matter what I did, grabbed the last big cookie at lunch, tried to make my clothes look nice, which even reflects to this day, you will see everything in my place torn up and junked beyond, but I guarantee you there will not be one unfolded piece of clean clothing, and the dirty clothing will seem neat in the hamper, I would stake my life on it, no offence to you fangheads out there.

Being poor, and white than white at that school didn't seem to sit well with the other kids, in class, in the halls, bathrooms, lunch, gym, you name it, I faught there, I even faught a few times in the principal's office, but hey, what are you gonna do when an 8th grader comes at you with a stapler, sit there and ask him to not? Then you will be going to the nurse, or possibly hospital after that if you did. But I did have a way out, the old Merridome Theatre on 10th and Minnesota Ave. used to show the old creature features there on the weekends, even in the winter. And there I got away from it all, watching films like the original The Haunting, The House on Haunted Hill, Dracula, Nosferatu, I was a Teenage Werewolf and so on. Now High School was on me, and now it was time for me to straighten out my act, I think I spent two minutes in the drama club, before they kicked me out at laughing at the rather large MacBeth that was casted, I didn't know jack about it, but it was still funny, I'm still yet to read that, maybe I should... nah, so onto sports, nothing seemed appealing, but I was tall for my age, and basketball must have been my calling, or my curse, talk to my blown wrist about that one. But in High School I met Kenny Barksdale, his dad was in the HAV, or Humans Against Vampires for all you who don't know. Back then they were some kind of vigilante group, so I would joke with Kenny about the Pitchforks and Torches bit, I remember once I took a prop torch from the drama club when they were doing the hunchback of Notre Dame, Kenny didn't like it too well, but we laughed none-the-less.

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People say that High School is the best four years of your life, hell, that's all I remember about them to be honest. I graduated, but not top of my class, or any honors, in fact a teacher at the ceremony said she was shocked I would even show, well I scratched her car up in the parking lot right after that, serves the bitch right. Blown scholarships and grades that barely got me the diploma, in fact I think I had to pay for the paper and frame, anyway, so onto work, here comes the apron and strange paper hat, hell it was better than the streets, and all the damned onion rings I could eat, life was getting much better. But the papers kept flashing reports about Werewolves, or, creatures coming to the area, then the Vamps followed soon behind, but then it was said they were always there, just below the surface. Who knows, and I sure as hell didn't care, leave me to my deep fryer and the girls from the neighborhood that came around, maybe it's just me but there is something about a mexican chick in cut-offs during the summer that could turn a gay man straight. I know enough spanish to get a phone number or two, but when I call and their father's used to answer, everything was 'Si' and 'Como estas'. Now those were the days, taking my $235 dollar paycheck every two weeks and spending half on my 'car fund', then the other half on those 'senoritas'. Yes, I just winked with that, can't help it, I'm a guy reliving his puberty days, leave me alone.

Mom remarried, he seemed nice I guess, but too much of a fuckin hippie, she was happy, I was quiet about it. That lasted about three years, just enough time for two half brothers and more bills mounted. So instead of the sweet '89 Camaro I saw on the lot down off of 12th and State Ave. called Mid-West Autos, ok, they didn't exactly have BMWs and Mercedes', but I didn't exactly own my own company here, so I was shooting for the $4,000.00 Camaro. But the hippie wanted back to his commune or wherever he came from, leaving my sweet $3,876.47 to pay the bills he left for my mom. I almost caught him that night to beat that money out of him, but I didn't, and had to kiss my Camaro goodbye... excuse me, I need a tissue... ok, I'm better now. Giving mom the money wasn't the hardest part, it was not getting the car that was, but we live and learn, or just have to pay for other people, whatever the case was. Mom did make a deal with the debt collectors enough to give me back $795 of it back, and at that time bummin rides from friends and walking was getting old, fast, so I started looking in the Thrifty Nickel, well, past the females that would marry you if you were old, rich and near death there were the cars, thrown in there randomly along wih the refridgerators, video games and furniture. I laughed when I saw that Kenny's uncle Pete "The Pusher" Barksdale was selling a '69 Camaro in 'Good Condition'. Hell, good condition to Pete meant it would get you off his property, after that get ready to be 'pushing'. But when Kenny's dad said it was a good deal, I couldn't pass it up, not even for the $300 asked for it, so knowing Pete well I took $265 down there with my buddy Matt and his truck, as a just in case. The car started right up, and sounded damn good. What I didn't know was that Kenny and his family had all pitched in to make the car run, labor on the weekends and parts from their own pockets. I didn't learn this until last week I think, which made me kick myself for not lowering the offer to $250 for Pete.

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So with my damn nice car in place, enough money to get my little brothers nice school clothes and supplies, and some left over to burn the world was my oyster, and I wanted to live life to the fullest, or just go down to Argentine's pool hall to hang out and shoot some billards every friday and saturday night. Damn my boyish good looks, at least that's what my sister would tell you is the reason I get my ass into trouble, but on one warm saturday night I was just kickin back with the guys, havin a damn good time until she walked in, the sexiest chick I think I had ever seen, either that or she wanted me to believe she was, and had the power to back it up. I didn't know that she was Vamp, and neither did my friends, so I stroll on over there, with my pimp ass, thinkin I was the shit. I thought I was giving her all my best lines, even the one about me oweing her a compliment later on cause she was just too damn fine. She laughed at my jokes, or she was just laughing at me and hiding it well, yeah, I would bet on that, anyway, she said she was in town for a while, and wanted me and a friend to meet up with her at her hotel the next night, all sexy like too with pulling the address from between her breasts slowly, making me look at them, not that I wasn't mind you, but she made sure I would look just that much longer. When she said she had a friend Kenny was the only person I thought of, instantly and shit, cause Kenny is like my brother, in fact no, he is my brother, no like about it. So me and Kenny stroll up to the hotel, Run DMC blasting from the hand-me-down Nissan tapedeck and lookin like two wild and crazy guys. I still thank god that Kenny told his pops about this chick, cause when we got in there the only thing I saw was all that blood, I thought it was paint, or the color of the room, but when that blood smell hit me, you know, it smells like melted pennies mixed with rotten honey, I knew then that it was real.

She moved faster than I could blink, as the rest of that moment was really fuzzy for me, it was like my eyes got lost in the red, and I was drowning in it. The last few gunshots finally woke me up, and there stood Kenny's dad with the woman's head in his hand, another guy was cutting her chest open like a watermelon, the sound of the rhine being split with each slice of the blade as it mushed into the actual watermelon part, except it was in reverse. Thankfully she only cut my neck, and I didn't see Kenny's dad follow closely behind us on the way there, but I did learn that he was a Vampire slayer, and thinking back I am guessing the watermelon cutter, was Kenny, following in his dad's footsteps. Kenny's dad took me to the police Academy that next Monday, telling me I resisted the Vampire better than anyone he had ever seen. I looked at the bandage and said he was full of shit, but in a nice way, Kenny's dad is the best man I know, and after that night, it made him undisputed in my book. Training to be a cop was easy, just learn how to spell, know how to drive, and make sure you don't shoot yourself in the foot, got it, and I did. Graduating quickly as it seemed I was good at that, being a Cowboy as Kenny's dad would call it, but I guess he saw something in me that I didn't, at the time. Yes, now I was 18, legal to smoke and get into clubs, and I was a rookie cop to boot. Mom was proud, Denise, my sister didn't approve, only because her boyfriend and the father of my niece and nephew, was a drug dealer and thought I would bust him on my first arrest. I wouldn't, and haven't to this day cause he treats her good, gives her a better life then we had, even if it is dirty, bad money, it is good to her, and that's all that counts in my book. Stevie and Luke, my brothers, just wanted to ride in the squad cars, begging me to take them to school every morning with the sirens on, going about 60 miles per hour down the street. One morning I did, minus the 60 miles per hour of course, but the lights flashing and the sirens blazing none-the-less.

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Now we come to my 21st birthday, Westport it was, that was a definate as Kenny was buyin, and I was drinkin. I think that night I drank my weight in tequilla with rum chasers, but it was more like seven, eight shots with two, maybe three orders of rum to chase it. I was tore up, from the floor up. Kenny, and his great judge of character picked a fine ass chick from the crowd to come 'entertain' me, which she did, damn she had legs for days and a chest that would make a baby hungry. Ok, bad wording, but this chick was good god damned fine, make you want to thank the lord, as I will have to after this for taking his name in vain. But she was worth that, and only that as I stumbled to the cab with a motel room key, Kenny smiling like the pimp he is and the chick holding me up, this was looking to be the best birthday I ever had. Until the moment the cab pulled up to the dark house, the kind of house they can't even show you in horror movies and special Halloween shows on 'real haunted places'. It sobered me up real quick, but damn if the chick didn't make me want it in the worst way, and yes, that meant walking into the house without back-up. Stepping inside it smelled like dirt, but like out-of-town dirt, no soil in Kansas City ever smelled like that, and I knew something was not right. Oh great, yet another fuckin fanghead comes around the corner, this time for some reason I just knew, like looking at a Target employee and just knowing they do not want to answer your dumb question about where the bathroom scales, or silverware are, this time it was so clear to me the vamp might as well have had a big neon sigh flashing 'Bloodsucker' right over them like in a Roadrunner cartoon. Beep-beep, as it was off to the races, trying to catch the cab before it took off down the street, well there was the red again, like two glowing eyes all the way down the street, well unless I was Michael Johnson with rocket shoes, I was not catching that damn cab again, so to face the already dead, just my luck.

I drew my issue in just enough time to get one shot off, thankfully it was right between the eyes, buying me some time, how much time, well when the damn thing started moving just a split second after it hit the ground, that was the end of my little breather. At that moment I remembered the hotel room, and the blood, but at night, blood looks like motor oil, used, old, black oil on the pavement, nearly blending, but the road was cracked and riveted, like rice cakes, one big, black rice cake. Running down the street again as the footsteps were heard once again, this one was not as fast as the hotel biter, point goes to me. Turning around in midstride I fired off two more shots, hitting the fanghead in the shoulder, then the thigh, hell yes for training and those stupid wooden targets that looked like Kojack for some reason. Seeing the highway now as I knew I was deeper into Missouri, hopefully I was at least still in Jackson County, but I wouldn't bet on it. Turning to run across the field that seperated busy I-70 from me as my jacket got caught on the post of the fence, no time to pull myself free I fired off one more shot before my issue was thrown into the sea of black grass, it getting swallowed easily as I felt that cold hand wrap around my throat. For some reason I thought of watermelon, damn I could have used some right now, yeah, Kenny, cut me a big slice m'man. That wasn't going to happen, but what did I could not tell you, I guessed it was something involving that jagged fence post and the vamp cause the last thing I remember was walking along I-70, sliding into an older buick that belonged to a night janitor just getting off work. He was a damn nice man and I must have said thank you a hundred times, followed by 'I really appreciate this'. He was wise, and didn't take it the wrong way, in fact I will never forget his laugh, it belonged on a kid's show to announce the oddly colored big animal suit.

[The Overseer]

Ok, let's skip past my 'career' bullshit, I worked hard, and late, keeping that rundown apartment was much harder than the place was worth, but I still did it, day in and day out, night in, night out. Thank you mom, one important thing she did pass onto me, her work ethic. One night, I think it was Thanksgiving, my pager was going off like crazy, mom on the house phone, sis on her cell, this was about six years ago from today, and I could care less at that, but I went through to drop off my reports when I heard screaming. Right hand on my trusted .45, definately not police issue, but they didn't seem to mind, my issue was now my back-up. Walking into the Chief's office was something I don't know if I regret or not, but it was bad none-the-less, as I saw the fat bastard all over Jenny, the night receptionist. He was giving it all he had, and you could tell by her screams she was not pleased by his three-inch wonder. When I think back on it, he wet himself when I opened the door, literally throwing Jenny onto the floor, then kicking her as if to sweep her under an imaginary rug. I just shook my head, then heated words were exchanged, and damn my morals, cause I would not tell his wife, or anyone about this. So with my word of honor and silence, he made me hand over my badge and issue right there, Happy Thanksgiving Kevin, and have yourself a Merry Little Christmas. I put my issue on the desk, then held my badge in my hand as I punched him directly into his oily, fat nose, dropping the badge onto the desk as I just walked out, tossing the reports all over the squad room. 'And the Academy Award goes to...'

Well after my little temer-tantrum I made it home easily, yeah, the run down apartment. And the shower I took that night was the most refreshing one I had ever taken, the soap was newer than I had ever remember a bar, and it was half used. I think being fired from the force was the best thing that happened to me, cause that night I slept like I was back in the womb again. But Monday rolled around too quickly, the weekend was spent at mom's, well mom and Dave's, her husband even to this day. The food was wonderful, and I think I gained eight pounds, well, call it hopeful thinking that is. But that Monday morning I took one step out of my apartment, still just in boxers, freshly lit smoke hanging from my lips as the clouds from it moved over my right shoulder. I reached down to pick up the paper when a black, steel-toed cowboy boot stepped on it. I knew instantly that it was Kenny's dad, I think that cherry flavored thin cigar smell gave him away, Cherry Black and Milds to those who would know what he smokes. That partially gapped yellow smile seemed to deflect the morning, well soon to be afternoon light shining from the small window behind me as his gruff, grizzled laugh echoed easily in the hallway. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse, to kill murdering vampires for a living, the pay was three times as much as I had made, which would still be shit, but better shit pay. The hours were up my alley as well, whenever I was awake with a few nights off, to 'heal' as he would so colorfully point out.

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So now here I am, just a handful of years after the Addison vs. Clarke law was passed, but I have the training for this, Sims, Kenny's dad Simon, teaching me about 'shielding' myself from the vamp powers, all the nice little tricks and equipment of the trade, which would explain the rosary tattooed on my chest and collars, and this nice taste for vengence. Damn, I knew I would do this, time to back up a bit here. Six years ago, months before the Addison vs. Clarke case would go to be passed, we were on a routine 'check-up' on a nice little fanghead coven when Simon went to secure the basement by himself, mistake in any case, yet I was still young, and I trusted him. My gut screamed at me to go with him, in fact at that moment I ran to the bathroom to put my breakfast into the sink and stare at myself through a molded mirror. I didn't hear him scream, or any of his weapons go off, as the Master Fanghead he encountered down there was far too powerful to even think of defending yourself against. So after about ten minutes I decided to check this out, my gut screaming at me again so out comes the real rosary, blessed by Padre Gonzalez and Mother Katherine, as the more the merrier on that note in my book. I rounded the basement corner when I saw the fucker draining Sims like Sims was some sort of big ass slurpee. I got three shots into the bastard, oh the beauty in silver coating, before I grabbed him by his coarse, horse like hair and drug him up those stairs. I had 13 more shots left, and I was going to use them all in him, but this time my memory, or conscious held on longer, as the gap between the hallway to roasting marshmallows on the prick's corpse was less.

Now we are here, as I know the difference between a good vamp, and one gone bad. I could never kill a human, I know that, but put a vamp gone bad in my path, and I will run right the fuck over them, in fact I'll back up and go over them again, no, a few dozen more times, just to make sure. Whether you may have enjoyed the story this far, don't get your hopes up, because I will be dead before it is finished. But now that we have caught up, these paragraphs will mark each week that passes, or if it is a busy week, then each chapter will be a week, let's just pray that I don't have busy days that take up chapters... yes, let's pray on that.

[The Overseer]

My Gift:
Throughout my life alot of people have asked about my gift. Well it's simple, when it happens, I just see things, but not like you would think, it's kind of like looking at a photo album, and the images that I see there, tend to happen ten times out of ten. But I have no control over it, in fact it happens more than I would like it to. Someone's cheating on their wife, someone's about to steal a child, whatever it is, when I get close enough to them, I can see these pictures. When I shake hands with someone, or pick up something, their histories flash by me in quick images, this is like being in a movie theatre, the images are clear and big, but it still looks fake, that's why it's kind of hard to determine, but the images that are apparent would be things I was interested in, like you tell me about your friend dying, then you intorduce me to their wife/husband, the moment I shake their hand I will be able to see their memories and feelings on the person that passed away. Recently I have been able to determine the feelings by the colors behind the images, if there is anger, or hatred I see red as the screen, if there was love, or caring, it is more pink to white, if there was friendship, light yellows, guilt is green, and sadness would be blue. With the green I try to touch the person numerous times, because the only reason why they would feel guilt, would be due to them killing the person, if this is true, then I take it upon myself to apprehend them, my buddies down at the station don't mind that when I point out the evidence they will need. When encountering a Lycanthrope my skin become warm, and static electricity builds up, like small sparks dancing over the hair on my arms. Vamps are easy, when they get within five feet of me it's like my bones go cold, but I would like to think that I could spot the vamp coming well before it got that close. This gift amazes even the Vamps that I know, and yes, the guys down at the pool hall give me grief over putting a handful of Vamps on the 'Immunity' list, but we have to, cause we are not, and I repeat we are nothing like H.A.V., we take out the renegade Vamps who think they are Gods. I get along just fine with Lycanthrope, although I did have to put one down once, down, not out. I think it was a Weretiger, but I didn't study it that long. I was dating this chick who lived over off of Swope Parkway, well needless to say on a Saturday night, don't park there, cause just the few feet from your destination to your car could mean you are dinner. Anyway this guy was in the park screaming at the trees or whatever, so I just ignored him, that's the last time that will happen. I come out and the guy is on the ground, so I thought he was just taking a nap, but this weird, crackling sound came from him, like dry bubble wrap, then when I noticed the guy was getting too big for my comfort I paniced, again, bad idea. Dropping the keys on the ground caught the beast's attention, so after I crapped myself a few times I was finally able to open the driver's side door, oh how I love the door pockets, which held my baby, the .45 Kenny made, damn he is good with guns, but for some reason he prefers knives, talk about irony. Anyway, he got me with a nasty claw to my back, I got him with five rounds into his stomach. But of course, my damn morals would get in the way, so here I was, in my pride and joy, the Camaro, damn werebeast passed out bleeding all over my backseat and I was flying down I-70 tring to get to Central Ave. in order to save the creature. Pulling up to Deathany, or Bethany Medical Center, the east wing of course, the creature was taken away, but that was only a timy portion of my problem. There was my sister, fresh from nursing school taking the crap job of working on the preternaturals, and now her brother. The moment she saw the claw marks she began to cry, ok, so much for her helping me, but the doc that moved to me did. He had the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen, like they could glow on their own, without any light, and they could, cause the doctor was a Wererat. Even with the laws stating you can't be prejudice against preternaturals, people still were, so he worked at Deathany. There was this unspoken respect for one another, considering he gave me the anti-lycanthrope syrum, due to the fact I brought the Werekitty there, instead of letting it bleed to death on the street, or let it get other people, either one was not a good option. So he gave me his card, Dr. Glen Lennox is his name, and I get the anti-lycan shots by the caseloads from him, they say that KC has more of that then it does water, good news for me. But ever since then I have got the heated sparks, and the original vamp attack got me the cold bones and I like to call it, so if you ever want to find me, and you've heard of me, just go on the streets, and ask for UV, cause I'm just as deadly to the fuckin fangheads as sunlight.

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Let's see here, I believe we left off somewhere around Thanksgiving, so here we go. Thanksgiving day was pretty normal for the most part, dinner at mom's, trying to put up with Lamar, Kenny brought Meredith for a quick cameo, and my mom's world famous stuffing. Plus the potato salad that Denise will never give the recipe out for, even I think it's weird for potato salad to be served at Thanksgiving, but maybe that's just me. Later on that evening I had found out the strangest thing, the Lycans in KC celebrated Thanksgiving as well, but in their own odd, animalistic ways, whole cows, deer and sheep, talk about an fucked up buffet. One Lycan got out of hand, and in the middle of enjoying some pumpkin pie, Mickey got the call. People believe his first instinct would be to call Kenny, don't I wish. I was about to win the football game we all get together for down in Armourdale when Heather came running onto the field with my cell phone. Heather is a nice person, kind of on the 'I let myself go and do the natural thing' not really one to look at, but she's cool in my book. Somewhere I was drunk as hell, falling all over the place at a party and Heather was there to help me, well the next morning I woke up to her wearing one of my suit shirts, cooking me breakfast. Yeah, she got the wrong idea completely, and I guess I should have treated her better, but I didn't, hid behind my work, and left her there with alot of pancakes and eggs. Damn it smelled good, but the price was way too steep for me, and I don't want to string some poor chick along, I save that for the true monsters. Back to the now, she was wearing my jacket, going through my wallet and talking on my cell as she came to the field, I let all that go cause she's one of those people it's hard to be mad at, kind of like a cute little cousin. I took the call, Mickey was pissed, and happy all at the same time, seems when the rich get involved in our little matters, Mickey is all for the good coverage, so he calls in the best. With 12 legal vampire executions, 7 sanctioned Lycan captures and a few handfuls of off the record endeavors, I'm the best KC has to offer from it's human populace, well, at least to my knowledge.

So off to State Line Road I went, leaving those there that were good enough to hang out with, play some football, but nothing like this. So Kenny and I were headed southeast, the long goodbye that he and Meredith shared was bad luck, but I let it go, I had about fifteen minutes of praying to do in the car before we got there, and I milked every second of that. Even in the dark I can smell the rich, shit so fake makes you wanna gag, but for my bills and all that extra crap I need from Mickey's military connections, I play the good little hunter. Standing there with Mr. Allen I was trying to be professional, but his daughter seemed to be around twenty, and I wouldn't usually date that young, but damn, thank you god for good breeding cause the girl was more than fine, she looked so good that the only way she would be bad in bed, is if I had a horrible nightmare with her in it. Only in a nightmare could she be a dead lay, and don't take that one literally. She had this baby-T on, super short pajama shorts and a thin silk robe on in the cold, I think she was pointing at me. But the look in her eyes was showing she was into me too, and I know it was probably just to get back at her parents for something, to go slummin and all that. Stacie Allen, I won't forget that name for a long time to come, but ok, here we go focusing again, the Lycan was stuck in the Allen's basement, causing all kinds of hell on their foundation. Damnit, doesn't people watch the Discovery channel anymore? But time to earn the money, so out with the heavy machinery, completely for show as I had the samurai against my left leg, the M-16 held loosely in my right hand, and enough bullets over my right shoulder to take down Godzilla, problem with this was none of the bullets were in any of the guns. You see, if you ever get a Lycan trapped in their animal form, let them fight it out for a while, like ten minutes caged, then simply open the door, croutch down and the Lycan will run off. The Samurai was just incase the beast didn't follow the given animal code, Kenny had the gloc 9mm with silver rounds for the same reason, but he had nerve enough not to fire until the beast turned around. So the basement doors were opened, the Lycan shifted in the basement, expecting it to be a trap from the smell of silver, then darted out of the the outside access to the basement. It looked kind of like a werewolf, but the damn things move so fast it could have been a werebarney for all I knew. I will give KC credit on training their medical community on Preternaturals, if you send the top people of the medical fields on to lectures, then they can teach the rest while working, going to a gang shooting, or a vampire rampage, kind of like on the spot training to make sure the person learned everything they could at that moment. The EMTs checked out the Allens, I checked out Stacie again, got her number, but never used it, just a waste of time. On follow up the wolf in human form was a pudgy guy to put it nicely, like more round than he was supposed to be oval. With the war that took place not too long ago, the packs were scattered like roaches when the light turned on, here and there a few 'groups', but not enough for packs. This groups was young, and I don't mean age wise, but damn after shifting their biggest concern was their hair, curtains, not carpet. Well that is all it took, I was the hero of the Lycan community, their mortal poster boy. Great, and to boot it got me media coverage from channels 9 and 41 here, which moved to national airing really fast for those who want the world to be equal, you know, those fucking weak ass bitches who wouldn't walk through their backyard at night wanting peace. Ok, I'm calm now, Mickey got better business at the Surplus front, camping gear and whatnot, Christmas bonus for me meant nice gifts for the family, and yes, even Lamar.

Now to the present, it seems some fangfuck wants to go around and play God. Alot of the religious families in the metropolitan area have been wandering to the Church of Eternal Life, you know, the fucking deadhead factory. When questioned they continue to state they want this more than everything. I talked to Mikial, the Church's administrator, and for the most part he's clean about it, I checked him myself a few times. So we have if not more than, one fanger running around holding a bunch of families under his control. Then you look across the river and you have alot of younger, newer Lycans causing trouble in shopping malls and public places, the weirdest part about that is, no one has died yet, don't get me wrong, it's a blessing all on it's own, but they just scare the living hell out of people for no reason. Being cruel isn't against the law, I thank God on that one every chance I get and pray it stays that way. Oh, and to boot, I hear rumors that the Master of the City has gone missing mysteriously, no trace, no signal, nothing. So down at the Hall we are getting prepared for this, and guess who gets to go try and find the Master? You guessed right, I just wish for once we could all draw straws, it would make me feel better before I stepped in and made it clear I didn't trust anyone to go in there but myself, but at least I wouldn't be the first choice for once. So if all goes well I will try and find a New Year's Eve date, and maybe get lucky, if not, then Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and enjoy your life.

[The Overseer]

Ok, jumping the gun here, but I think it is just deserved, for the events have called for it, and I need to get them out of my head. As I get older, not really mature mind you, but age creeping up and all, my gifts are becoming more pronounced, and I mean in the bad way. It is harder now to not react with the strong feeling you get from someone, in my case, it is those closest to me. What others call a gift, is becoming my prison, it is becoming my torment. Things have been changing too quickly for me, hell I chalked it up to just experience, being conditioned with many variaties of people and well, beings, but it is not it, in fact when a client walks through the door I can tell what they want, not with my eyes, or even seeing it in my head, but some more quiet part of me shouting against everything. I didn't realize this until my last client said that since I offered her a seat she was pleased to know I would take her case. Once asking her, I wish I hadn't, due to my reputation was if you sat, the case was taken. Keep in mind I don't have clients lined around the block and booked for years, but there have been enough to spread the word. Plus my camera time on the local news for my after dark activities, but hey, I heard any publicity is good publicity, or something like that.

I'm still trying to get over myself on that, but I have found something I don't like. Normality is like a freakshow for me, I can't find it anywhere. My unicorn in metaphorical senses, I just want to feel normal, just some ignorant guy, walking around life oblivious to everything. Hell I was helping the squad with the Master of the City crap, then his body was found, or rather what was left of it. Standing there, looking over what everyone had said was the most gorgeous man they had ever seen, well, vamp junkies, but they had hyped him up to be this great and wonderful thing, a man that could turn straight men gay, and gay men into full fledged women groupies. I've seen better things come out of a vaccuum cleaner. Regardless, but there I was, in this chamber, trying for it to be stranger than my life, and guess what, it wasn't. Not by a longshot, hell I was the outsider on the situation and I was actually looking down on the Master of the City and his giant muscle. They could have ambushed me and I wouldn't realize it until I was dead, or holding the smoking gun with everyone dropped for the second time. But what happened after that shocked me, you know those times in your life when everything comes crashing down, then you move to pick up the pieces and you realize you had things that you never knew you had? Well that is what happened in that old refinery, my cell rang and it was one of the most beautiful voices I had ever heard on the other end. Quinn Alvarez had called, and come to think of it, she never said why she called. But I told her the situation and she got pissed at me for some reason. Well there it was, I blew up at her, and spilled my true feelings for her through my anger, yeah, for all you Oprah meet Dr. Ruth nuts, I was 'channeling'. Well she arrived, and I realized she was pissed at me because I didn't know she was a Necromancer, yeah, I knew her breasts are real, and that for some reason she can always smell like soft nutmeg and jasmine, but I had swept the Necromancy bit about her away. But then in that moment, I realized just how much she meant to me, even standing there, with her inbetween two vamps, well, one and a half with the Master of the City being down and all, but that was one and a half too many, I wanted to take out the vamps, just to be sure she was safe. Yes, I like her, at that moment I realized I care for her and maybe even, l..l...ll...lo....l-oh hell it's too complicated to even think about.

But with her I feel normal, like I can just be myself, even keep trying to get into her pants and know I won't get any further than accidental touches. Anyway, later that night I drove her back to her place, damn nice house at that, like you should throw quiet parties with cheese, wine and talk about art while laughing like your shit don't stink. And there I lost myself, she made me lose myself, she made me a better man. For that I owe her so much, but I couldn't tell her this, she would taunt me with it, and thus, just more torment, but don't tell her that either, she's mean as hell. So moving along here, after about six years I had finally earned a kiss, and let's just say it was the best kiss I had ever given, and more so, I am thinking it will be the best kiss I got in return, ever. She made me melt away and the gift/curse could not touch it, I sat there, looking at her with new eyes, a new glow around her, as if everything had changed her for me, she went from beautiful, to spectaculor. But don't go smiling and leaning on your fists while kicking your feet up, this is no fairytale, a couple nights after that I wanted to give her the gift I picked out for her, an emerald handled .32 pistol, slide action stock with grip-clips and cushioned buffer for less kick. It matches her favorite jacket and hair perfectly, but she'll see it eventually. So we raced, and I actually backed down, she weakens me, and I'm not scared of it, I'm no longer scared of her beauty. But, yes, many of those here, she has made it clear we are from different grains here, she's from wealth and intelligence, and I'm from action and lower-class. In fact she flaunts it infront of me every chance she gets, and if I were any worse that I was, I probably would have raped her by now, but I haven't, and won't. I think the last thing that was said was that if I ever wanted to think about her was for me to go to her father and ask permission. Hell, that was it right there, her nice way of proving that I was not good enough for her. I don't have the money to fly down to her father, then sit there for a few days to talk to her father, and show him the measure of this man. I've heard about all the pit talks, a patch of dirt, you against the strongest family member alone in there. And your drive would show, then if you were willing to go the distance with them, and not give up, then you wouldn't give up on the female. Oh I could handle it, hell I would let them beat me just to show what Quinn means to me, but that isn't going to happen this side of a miracle, and I know that the father and strongest family members are not going to come here, so do you think I should start hitchhiking? Nah, there would be another reason she would grind in my face, so I'll invite her out to Paul's, be nice and give her the best onion rings in the world, then admit defeat, and let her move on to a better man, one with money, intelligence and... class.

[The Overseer]

Damn, the new year is definately a good one, oh yeah, happy new year's and all that shit. But oh do I have news, I got my badge back, yep, I am on the force, KCPD officer, oh, excuse me, Commander. Life is very, very good, and to boot I get my own unit, the P.C.D.U., or, the Preternatural Crimes Division Unit, and I know it's probably just the dirt work, but hell it's what I have been doing, only now I get my badge back. Ok, ok, the pay is worse, but then again, they never said I couldn't take legal work on my time off, so all in all it evens out money wise, but being back with my own is that silver lining, pun intended. The guys on my squad, or excuse me, 'unit' are damn good, but underestimated due to their personalities. Vargas is quiet, that weird quiet that makes others nervous around him. I mean even his sheet is quiet, a few pages, neatly drawn out, he's what others would call an eerie ghost, someone you don't notice until you are close to him, then you wish you hadn't, then after that you totally forget him, I like that about him, plus when he does speak up, it's only when he has the answer to a problem. Sandoval seems timid, like he is constantly weak, but I have talked to his partners, and he has saved more lives on the force than anyone, he just stays quiet cause he has the ability to raise the dead, but it's not strong enough for it to be his profession, so he followed in his uncle's footsteps and became a damn good cop. Benson and I are gonna throw down by the end of the month, he spouts off any chance he can get, in fact the Chief told me that if he wasn't damn good at being a detective, and that his paperwork is some of the best seen in years, Benson would be in prison for assualting an officer. And finally there is Myers, if you read the papers he's the officer that saved that kid back around Thanksgiving. Myers took two shotgun blasts, one to his thigh, then the other to his back when he shielded that little girl. Did I mention he was a Werecougar? Oh, well now you know why he was transfered to my division. But he doesn't care too much, he is a beyond devout catholic, and he thinks the badge is some holy symbol for him to save the world, hell it's all the same to me just as long as he knows who's good from bad. So there you have it, we're one big happy family, I made the trade, that if the city pays for all insurance on all our vehicles as squad cars, then my office will be our command post. The offices will work out perfectly, I mean hell, we already have a mascott, although I think Stake would bite them before smiling at a camera in a group shot.

Ok, are you sitting down, oh, of course your are, nevermind that, but I have excellent news. I got a damn good christmas present, Quinn Alvares, yeah that freakin sexy little Anitmating mamacita. Oooo, just thinkin about her makes me jumpy, and I don't mean legs wise if you get my drift. But beyond that she is wonderful, take my word for it, she's fiery, tough, sexy, funny, interesting, hell just pick out alot of good words from my book and that is what she is. Anyway, a gentleman never tells. So there we were, I made chicken alfredo for her, got wine and flowers cause well, I stuck my foot in my mouth. Yeah, yeah, I know I'm a guy, I'm supposed to and all that jazz, but she was drinking like crazy, and I thought it was just the wine, but she assured me it wasn't. The next morning things were quiet, I mean, I could tell she was happy from across the room, but it was probably just lust. I even fucked up and told her I loved her after we, well, ya know. I wasn't lying, but then at the sametime I think she misunderstood me, cause after that morning we haven't talked, I called once or twice, but she's probably busy with the family and whatnot. I mean, when I told her that I loved her, I meant it in that caring sort of way, that I loved alot of things about her, there are many levels of love, and I think I'm on the like first few, when she's obviously no where near the scale if you know what I mean. But life goes on, I think I will drop by her place soon, just to say hi and see where she stands, of course the old fashioned way, by asking as I have still shielded her visions from me. It is easy with her, because I truely want to let this happen, even if it's bad I want to feel the emotion fresh, not well before hand, I want to be surprised by her, I want to genuinely laugh at her jokes I have never heard, I want to realize when she needs to be held by just me, no gifts. I want to want her, I think I need to need her, cue the Styx music now...

Well it was one of those nights, well, weeks at that from the last entry to this, things are getting heavy, I can feel it without the gift, which makes me wonder if it all has finally either gotten to me in this way, or if my gifts and abilities have become stronger than anything I could ever imagine. And in this case believe me my imagination of this goes well beyond anything you could wish to understand. I see myself doing odd things well before the event arrives, reflexes, it's an instant, like when you see a cat flinch, mine is coming faster, and not speed, but timing. I have read books and got an understanding of timing yourself, but this is just eerie, as if the gift has become another instinct, my only instinct. Earlier in the morning I was just going for the paint to put over the door to the new command center, and on my way I had pulled a little girl back, looked her in the eye without knowing why until a dark blue Buick flew by where the little girl would be in the street with two patrol cars behind it. I knew that if the Buick missed, one of the squad cars would have taken that little girl's life. I just had to look into her deep brown eyes, and make sure she would be alright, just to know she would live. But it wasn't me, hell I don't know me anymore. I felt relief for that, my humanity is still strong, in fact it might be taking over, and that I would submit to in a heartbeat. Moving from the hardware store I was turning into the 7-11 for some chips when I just turned around and put this guy on the ground with a hard right hook, one of those punches that you have too much time to react, but if you don't know it's coming, it will put you down. I just stood there feeling like shit, I had no idea why I hit him, that's until he got up and ran off, the clerk said the guy had robbed the place two weeks ago. Believe me I am still jumbling over this, it's no longer a gift, nor a curse, it's developing itself before my eyes. On a lighter note it seems this instinct of mine was driving me to move a bit too fast with Quinn, and I owe her too much to even think about, that shit that's well beyond money, hell if I could just rob a bank to repay her on this I would be at the First National with a clown suit and a cheesy smile with a barrel bigger then the teller's head up in their face, but I can't, so here's to getting my life in order, hopefully I can share with the instinct, but I have a feeling that it will take over, and I will be lost... forever.

[The Overseer]

How in the hell do I get myself into this shit? The fourth pit of hell is now in my lap, yes the team is situated, and guess what our first full out operation was? Taking on a coven of Vamps... no. Running up against a pack of Lycans... try again. Or hell, maybe even the Master of the City and his minions... not even. Something much closer to home, one night, that's all I got, one night for everything to go from uncomfortable to all fucked up. The PCDU went against some secret government funded shit, like the C.I.A.'s version of the PCDU, but instead of saving lives, their stealing them. Innocence, fucking children, and those that have gifts. It took all I had to not put a fucking bullet into the skull of that blonde Agent, I mean she was right there, one moment and she's be a redhead, cause blonde turns orange with a big enough head trauma, and yes, you can bleed to death by a head wound, you really don't need to hit the brain for the kill shot. Whatever, so that night I ran into somewhat of a new friend, the Natalia assassin chick, she's no longer an assassin, so I can mention her now without having to worry about anyone stumbling over this. I'll get to that later, but the new transfer, Lieutenant Lin Marshal comes in, and of couse the KCPD doesn't have her set up, or excuse me, did not give her the chance to get set up, so I have a new neighbor. But she's cool, a kindred soul I can talk to, easily at that, it's like I've known her for a long time, maybe it's the fact that she's a witch? Start laughing, cause that was a joke, I don't care if she were a lepare, inside she's easy to chat with. So that puts her across the hall from me in the same building as the PCDU headquarters, and yes, we are both married to the job, so it's more a convience to us than a burden. Hell I work in the shower and it looks like she works while sleeping, but I didn't look that far, I have my limits to what I see, and I keep it that way.

Ok, now onto this Natalia, assassin for this Psi-Tech shit, they sent Nat out to steal these kids, cause well let's just say Nat has the gifts to be that damned good, you want anything further, ask her. Her and I had a nice little run in at the schene when it was still a crime, and because of her 'gift', it threw mine off completely, I hate that, but the little girl involved at the time was more important than my feelings, yay, I saved the little girl, Nat got away, only to come back two fucking hours later to repeat her shit yet this time she actually got a police escort to freedom, or as a getaway. Yes, she is that fucking good that the cops actually drove her to the exchange. But luckily I still had her .22, and traced it back to the KC compound, just off of 4th and State, yeah, down there, makes sense, right? Anyway, gates, helicopter full of new kids and everything going on at once, Vargas got the warrant, but we didn't need to waste ourtime, but I will tell you what, my little car-cam caught the blonde Agent getting too big for her position, especially when she used her gift against me when I baited her the first time. What, is it that bad to say she sucked dick to get her badge? Ok, maybe so, but hey it worked, and I will be having a date with her coming soon. And no, not like Quinn date, but more like funeral date, bitch is gonna have an accident, she's gonna walk out into traffic, well the highway will be out in the middle of nowhere, and the cars will actually be bullets, but hey, I'm not being picky here. Anyway, this blonde idiot actually believed her operative Natalia would carry lead bullets, the one thing that can kill Nat. Damn was she stupid, if you are a Preternatural creature, you don't carry the one thing that can kill you, it's like a Lycan carrying silver, or a Vampire carrying a cross, and being faithful in a religion, it's just a fuck-up, and Nat's a professional. To make a long story short Nat got shot with her own gun, healed, pissed at the Psi-Tech people, ya know, being a professional the worst insult to them is to shoot them with their own gun. I won't even do that to a professional, unless they piss me off enough.

So Nat's not safe until we get the Psi building in KC closed, get them out of town to where Nat could go to the store if she needs to and not worry so much. Guess who gets to bunk with her? You got it, she's in the spare room across from my laundry room. But I think she understands how I feel about certain things, she's pro so I only needed to let her know one rule, if Stake is hurt, she spends the rest of her life as a cock-sucking vegetable. I didn't mean it to sound so nasty, just to let her know how I feel about it, she laughed off the vulgarity and shrugged, so either she got the message, or she doesn't like killing dogs, I'm hoping both are true to be honest. And yeah, I had a chat with Quinn, shit, speaking of, I know Quinn's not going to be happy with me being surrounded by two other females, and attractive at that. I mean, just drop the bullshit here about equality, my girl has the nicest breasts I have ever seen, and they're real to, so eat that, I know I did. But regardless, this would be alot easier if Lin and Nat were fat, wart infested, nasty-toothed, wooden-legged disease infested women, but they're not, believe me, I would definately not say no to a fourway with me being the only guy, yeah, they are that hot. Well it's like Lin is beautifully-attractive, Nat is just fucking hot as hell, I'm talkin butter-and-pepper hot in here, wooo, I might need to accidentally walk in on her in the shower, it would be worth ducking the bullet aimed for my shoulder, but she'll miss the mirror, so here's to planning. Yeah, I'm smiling like a kid gettin to the cookie jar, but damn her cookies I just can't resist to get a taste of. Hey, Quinn's the one that said we were moving too fast, so until she tells me we are an exclusive item kind of thing, then I'm gonna still have my fun, fuck I want to be solely for one another but not married yet, no kids in view, but living together kind of thing, sure I want that, but if the word's no, then I will still have my fun. Yeah, I had a chat with someone who helped me, so with Quinn being younger, no matter what you say about maturity, she's young, and if she wants to have fun with others, then so will I. My birthday's coming up, damn, 29, but hey, I'm only getting better, so if I can ever get a time machine I'll go back to kick my ass for thinking I would be weak at this age. So here's to dropping when I need to, keeping the instinct on my side, and dropping everything with a gun pointed at me, oh and Lin did shoot me on the first night, so my view on first impressions is out the window, I'd like to see someone top that, but on second thought, maybe I wouldn't...

[The Overseer]

Sombered, mournful, sadness, there are too many ways to describe how I'm feeling, everything bad, horrible that ever was, is filling me now. Kenny was murdered Wednesday night, and there was nothing I could do. I didn't see it until later, my visions, this clairvoyancy is becoming an instinct, and when I want to block visions it is going to the subconscious level. So when Kenny told me the moment I took my badge back to not look into his future, I did. It was the gravest mistake I had ever done, and sitting here with his would-be wife, or would have been, Meredith, she keeps reminding me of what I had failed Kenny on. Her voice keeps echoing in my head, "You should have been there for him..." everytime I close my eyes, or think I am getting some rest there is her voice again, "... this is your fault, you said you would protect him and you failed, you killed him" and no matter how strong my will, my 'spirit' is, I just can't handle that, so I have taken a little leave of absence from the unit, nothing long period or anything, just to get shit straightened out. The night it happened, I tried to be strong, but I couldn't, in fact I think Quinn almost shot me when I snuck into her place and curled up beside her. I guess burglars don't hug you and sob on your shoulder like a scared child.

I know, that shit needs to stop, but damn she just makes me weak in the good ways. I think I would be insane if it weren't for Quinn, and the hardest part of that, is I can't express this to her, so I guess I'll be looking for therapy. The best memory I have of Kenny, is when I first got the Camaro, and he wanted to go west to Shooters of KCK. It is the local hangout for the area community colleges. Well we were going around trying to get numbers from females we knew we weren't going to call, but the moment Kenny looked at Meredith, he paused, in the middle of the room. In fact it was obviously love at first sight, even to the people in the parking lot. But he didn't want to get her number, so guess what, I got it for him. But Meredith thought I was the one hitting on her, I mean for Kenny I would do anything... would have done anything for his happiness, so I used my gift to say all the right things, fuck I've never quoted Harring before, but if it got her number for Kenny, then I would have... I did do it. Just to see Kenny all nervous, and acting like a child was worth the invasion, but later on when Meredith found out what exactly I did, well she smacked me, then all was cool between her and I, until this. But everything else seems to be running alright, I mean, something doesn't feel right, as if everything is going to change because of my choices. I am now painfully aware I effect more lives then I thought, great, a blind saviour, sharpen the nails and make sure the thorn tiara fits...

[The Overseer]

Well shit, I think I should just start all this crap over, like erase all of it and start from here. But how about I try and pick it up from where I left off at... Quinn came with me to Kenny's wake on Friday the 9th, it was a late service and we stayed at the Funeral Home until everyone stopped crying, but my mom and Denise were still taking it hard by the time we left. And I think even at that moment they were taking Meredith's side on it, that because I chose to block certain visions that I let Kenny die. They have forgiven me, but forgetting it a whole different story. So I was with Quinn that night, just wanting a nice quiet night to fit my mood, just wanting to be held so badly, then to hold someone. So I go with the one person that out of all my life, she was the most comfortable one to be with, beyond the sex and caressing, that level of comfort that comes with just a perfectly matched pair, that's Quinn and me. So there I was, standing in the Circle K, getting a couple movies, some candy and that girly coffee shit for Quinn, the cappowhatthefuckever drink. Then behind me a nice little planned attack shifted into it's Lycan form. One damn big ass Werewolf shifted to attack me, so of course I pulled the 4-5 and turned, but if you've ever dealt with Lycans, especially wolves, you'll know that if you don't see it coming, they get you. But the strangest part of it all was that the Lycan didn't try to kill me, I mean going against it's own instincts of the throat shot was weird enough, although I wasn't thinking that at the time, considering I was pinned to a case of 2-liters by this 300 plus pound creature, so two to the chest, one to the head and you know they're dead. But oh no, I didn't get off that easily, cause here comes the second one, and this bitch actually got claws in me, a nice little gaping wound to my shoulder, left to be exact. So three under the chin, and no looking back, but my instinct told me to, and low and behold there was a third rushing through the door from the street, well that's when everything just started slowing down, adrenaline can do that to you every once in a while. And yeah, my kamakazie ass jumped over the little metal aisle thing and jumped at it, aiming for it's chest when the shotgun blast caught it in the ribs. It was my baby, Quinn holding the shotgun from the scared little bitch of a clerk and she pumped a powerful round into the Lycan. So she caught the Lycan, and I caught the window with my good shoulder, then I got the floor. But again it was instinct that I pumped the last three into the Werewolf and well that was all she wrote.

Rushing back to the command center, where I keep all my Anti-Lycanthropy juice, to where Quinn is an awesome driver, and no I don't mean for a woman, I mean even for like a guy, some Mario Andretti shit, anyways, so she got me there quickly. When I sat down to inject it the blood in the bone-deep would was already starting to close, so even pumping myself with a double dose it wasn't enough, I knew the moment I stood up and I couldn't feel the syrum working that low and behold I will be turning nice and furry on February 6th, 2004. But this is just weird, I mean my skin is hot as fuck, nothing scary or too much, but like I've been sitting out in the sun for too long, hell I wouldn't even call it feverish, or a spike in temperature as other Lycans would call it right before they shift, but just that sticky, almost sweaty heat. And damn me, damn me all to hell for this but the next day I was just losing control left and right, eating raw steaks, big ass hocks of ham and finished the day with enough bar-be-que from Gates to feed a family. Well to move this along, all it took was acupuncture, meat and a massage with some inscence, lotions and weird images and I cheated on Quinn. I mean it happened so fast, but the fucked up part about it, is that I actually wanted to, I wanted to have sex and at that moment, it didn't matter who it was. I didn't mean to take advantage of Lin like that, and now I... no we'll be paying for it because the next night I found out she's pregnant, with my son. Don't get me wrong here, I am as fuckin happy as hell about it, but damn, the whole family thing I had wanted with Quinn. So we are working it all out, hopefully.

But back to the more generalized problems, the killer is still out there, so far the fuck has killed, or better yet, sadistically assassinated four bounty hunters, six slayers and two collectors, the people that pay the hunters to get them heads, skins, teeth, skulls, just whatever of the preternatural creatures. The collectors I could give a shit less about, but whatever the killer is, they are good, and I mean damn good, they got the drop on Kenny, and had enough time to... but I want this killer, in the worst way, and something tells me that if it's not a wolf, then it has to be a Vamp that can call to the wolf, cause the ones that attacked me in the Circle K were not punks, or lessers, or sub... what the fuck ever you call the weak ones. They were some of the top, but not at the head table if you get my drift. and that puts me in the position that I have to apologize for defending myself, do you know how angering that is? Well you might have to one day, or you might not, if you're lucky. So I have been asking around to meet the Ulfuck, or whatever they call it of the wolves around here, and have found out that they like gifts and stuff to show you mean them no harm, so off to Petsmart I go, do you think they like Snausages or Milkbone? Regardless, I know I'm gonna have to either talk, or shoot my way out of becoming their lapdog, literally in the facts of their flea ridden pack. I have a feeling the Ulfeck is intelligent, cause the only thing I can do is put the word out with the other wolves, I have no clue about this headwolf. But yesterday was my birthday, I got myself a house finally, oh it's still close to the command center, got to talk to my mom, she had me over for lunch and dinner, she made me a kickass cake, and we celebrated, Lamar was there, surprisingly him and me talked for a long time, and we have come to a better understanding, he has offered his help and support if I ever need it, even that shit that the cops can't know about, and no I'm not talking about drugs or money, although I think he would loan me money if I asked, but the payback would be the problem with Lamar, so I think we will just keep this shit as firepower. Not guns, but able men behind the guns to cover my ass when the numbers are too much for the team. Yeah, me deputize a bunch of drug-dealers, ah hell stanger shit has happened. But lastnight I got the best birthday present I could have ever expected, Quinn took me back, yeah, imagine that shit. So when I thought I would be having to hand her back her key, I'm lifting her up and well, you know the rest, and if you don't, you really, really need to get laid. So got the new house, Quinn back, Lin to take care of, Nat to watch under, the team to return to, my mom to hold back from Quinn and the wedding plans, my sister to keep off my back, Lamar to hang out with and a whole city to keep safe, or make safer, yeah, I think I'll pick up some milk and a few chew toys on the way back home from doing all that, ahhhh, just another day in paradise...

[The Overseer]

Eight months, eight fucking months I've gone without needing to do this, but well it seems that I'm back on the Unit for the upteenth time. But I guess I have to catch up, here we go.

Not a Wolf. Thank God and sweet Jesus. Had a boy, Daniel, thank God he got some cute genes somewhere. Went to New Orleans for a while, nothing good came of it, except the little voodoo doll I have for Kenny G, just might use it someday. Came back, lost my mind, still haven't found it, so I got a new one. No longer with Lin, too conforming. Back with Quin, will be signing her up for therapy soon for taking me back. Blah, blah, blah ok, just want to get this over with.

The visions are blending and bending before me, getting closer to thirty is scaring the hell out of me from my Aunt Janice's predictions. She's a recluse cause she makes Nostradamus look like the person that guesses weight and height at the carnivals. But her rantings are so wide spread that she is only clear on those closest to her, and they only get one shot, like there will be a span of exactly fourty-two mintues straight to where she will see the major events in your life in specifics and you have to sit there and listen intently or else your shot is over. What scares me the most is that soon I will be getting the Persuasion. This means that I can enter into someone's mind, and change their free will for them to do what I want them to do. I don't want that, I hate that shit. And the only reason is because of my father, yes, the Joshua Fitzgearld Anders you might have read about twenty-five years ago on that whole freedom campaign where the president of the US came to KC and J.F. Anders as he likes to be called took the President under control and began giving orders. Living in that shadow is just horrible, but my father was released from prison ten years ago and is still being watched like a hawk. Here, I have a picture to remind myself of what I will die before I become:
I know it's old, but it was the only thing he left behind, and what keeps me up at night, worrying Quin and forcing me to hold her closely, is that soon I will have to face him and his little commune of minions. The fucked up part about it all is, he has named me his benefactor, yeah, I pop him off, I get his multi-million dollar company, you might have heard about it around KC, Mr. Goodcents Subs and Pasta... yeah, that's him. And you know what, I know I'm only supposed to put in here the shit that pisses me off, but Quin and I are getting married. Yes, I finally proposed, and to the right one, go figure. We went to Hawaii, and I just opened everything up to the island when it all became so very clear to me, and no, I did it all before knowing what her reaction was going to be... oh yeah, I loved that reaction, lasted about three hours, and only two breaks. Anyway, I am very proud of myself but this time I am keeping her. Back to the bullshit, now it's time for me to rant and rag on myself, the other night or so I had to see the shrink again, yeah you bastard I hope you read this cause you can just straight up kiss my ass. But this fuckwad decided to have me get everything off my chest, to give Quin my reasons so she could get closure, then for me to ask her the reasons for the things she did that get to me. The one being that fangfuck known as Sonya, or Sochachas or whatever, used to be the head leech of KCK, but is now something bigger, doesn't really matter to me, one in the head and that asswipe is gone. But she was like fascinated with him, and yes, I got a bit of a complex now, cause he did things to her I could never do, then she gave into him, and I mean really gave in to him, he even fucking fed off of her, and she loved it. Yes, this I know, brilliant fucking idea to take the block off of her, that shit gave me a nose bleed for a week and a half every time I woke up. Ha, now when I say I woke up thinking about her every morning, it won't be some Hallmark bullshit line. Anyway, so that bugged me, and since I have the visions, and they look unreal so I can handle them, I just wanted to hear it from her, see those gorgeous lips speak it so I could do the process of getting over it. Well needless to say she did not speak it and I walked out in a blind rage... very bad idea as I still need to apologize to her for that.

But back to the topic at hand, I'm back on the Unit because I have been the only one to get close to this Hybrid thing. The body count is up to fifteen now, and since it leeked out, that meaning my cousin Chris went to the Chief of Police and told him I was the one cracking the case and saved a few lives. Plus that whole Amber Alert thing for Casey Weiman in Shawnee, and now, I did not do it just because her family was wealthy with connections all throughout the media. I did it because that sick fuck that took her went to the gas station and bumped into me while I was trying to get my fuckin nachos and cigarettes. So I broke his wrist, went back to his place, got the little girl out and then my happy ass was in the papers again. But the Unit has grown greatly in my absense, makes me wonder about my popularity...................... ok, sorry, damn near wet myself on that thought, that shit is funny, me, being all popular. Whatever, as for the previous Commander, I have no idea, as I was told that her and I would be Co-Commanders cause Michaels wanted someone to make sure I stay in line, that asshole. But from what I heard she's just not there anymore, eh, so be it, her life, her choice, she didn't want the task of putting up with me, not being able to hack it, whatever, who cares. So I guess that is it for now, Quin should be getting up for her drink of water and poty time, yeah, it's six in the morning and the wine from lastnight is wanting out, so I'm going to close this damn laptop, and see if I can't get some half awake booty, and trust me, even her half awake is the better sex than from anyone else's I've... ok, yeah, she might actually read this, Quin, I love you baby, and using this to start a fight would be good, in the laundry room, on the washer while it's going, just put your hands on your hips and storm in there right now, I know you're reading this, so come on baby... your man is waiting for that mind-blowing fucking we're about to do.

[The Overseer]

No need in being exact on this, it's been a year and a half since I wrote in this... wow, 31 years old and I'm still alive. I guess you could say I've matured a bit, quite a bit, but then again no, fuck, shit, cunt, piss, bastard and son of a bitch. Good, we're on the same page here. I did not want to write in this for reason I don't care to say... but I have to. My family, my heart has been ripped away from me, and guess who did it? Come on, you know who... -Me-. Yes, it was me, I pulled the trigger, blew my mother's face off, turned my own sister, living or not, into a puddle and chalk-line. There's still some police tape over the house where I grew up at. I'm supposed to see all the good memories, Friday Night Pizzas, Saturday Morning Cartoons, my graduation, getting laid for the first time, first steps, the works, but all I can see is the blood, all I can hear is the gunblasts echoing out into the night. I keep praying for God to take those visions from me... I've even left messages... he'll get back to me.

As I think about it, too much has happened, yet nothing has really changed... and I hate that. No more Quinn, yeah, I ruined that one as well, no matter what I always find my way back here, back... home. All over the city I've lived, random houses, apartments, even a motel or two here and there... that's when I know I really fucked up is when I see the paint-by-numbers horses on the wall. It's cold out here, and even inside, yeah, me, 'The Judge' being all metaphorical and shit, but it is, I could have the heat all the way up, be under twenty blankets and I'm still freezing... but I guess that's what I get for selling my soul. Yes, I am bound to a Vampire, Sara Lee, and by all accounts she was a hot human, and if you're into Vampires many have said she is one of the hottest they've ever seen. As for me, she's still a walking corpse and all I see is her dead body so no, definately not a boner-popper on my end. Nothing really against her, she's tolerable, she leaves me alone, I leave her alone, and every once in a while we get together, go over some things, make sure neither one of us need anything.

As for now, just trying to live this thing called life, travelled a bit, did a few things here and there, nothing too big that I can comment on right now. Actually, yeah, there is alot, but it's all tied up in that emotional redtape I hate so much. I am a glutton for my own punishment, plain and simply, I put myself in situations that I know will backfire, all my fault too. I hurt people, it's like you can chart my life by the complete works of Johnny Cash, sick and twisted, yes, I know, but that's just me, I try to express it, but in the end I'm addicted to my own downfalls. Ha, have fun with that you Dr. Phils of the world.