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Stark's Diary 3: In which she becomes a pincushion

The repulsive demon looked out across the mirror at me and I marveled that Cecily had survived a one-on-one match with it. It spoke to me in raspy tones and bid me leave and that its quarrel wasn’t with me. I didn’t buy it, it had no quarrel with my cousins and they both lay dead. After a few moments of talking I decided it wasn’t worth wasting more time over. I wanted to break its visual contact with me, so I grabbed the closest thing at hand—a bottle of shaving cream—and tried to cover the mirror. This seemed to piss off the demon and the mirror shattered, spraying my face and torso with pieces of glass. I tried to haul it out of there, but the door wouldn’t open. I turned and faced the creature behind me. I yelled, but had no illusions about my upcoming death. I figured to go down fighting and grabbed the ceramic lid off the toilet tank and turned to face the demon. He looked like he was ready to pounce, but then sniffed the air and sheepishly apologized muttering, "Blood of Amber" before disappearing.

I tried the door again and it wouldn’t budge. After a few moments I heard yelling through the linen closet. I explained my situation and between all of us we got me through the wooden wall. Griffin was on the other side pulling wood away. The house went on red alert as everyone raced around to ensure the demon wasn’t in the house. The bathroom door was gone, thrust into some other dimension. I couldn’t quite grasp the concept of what this really meant, but at some point I heard Cecily and Harrison arguing about how dangerous it was for him to go in. I was amused to see later on in the evening that the door had been crudely boarded over. I limped over to the bed and Grayson came at me with a bottle of disinfectant and tweezers. I expected a man who uses rocket launchers as a weapon of choice to be crude in his medical attention, but he was curiously gentle and winced as he took out some of the larger pieces. I asked him about Amber, and he related it as a tale told of old about a mythical forgotten land. I puzzled over this, wondering how I could possibly be connected. It was then, that I thought I might be meant to be with this group. My life, extraordinary as it usually was, did not match this. Demon hunters, cat men, gun slinging fighters, all human and all odd. It seemed clear to me that we had been brought together and that perhaps if I stayed with these people my path would continue.

I went back to my room to try to fall asleep. I comforted Chami who chirruped concerned at my appearance and the smell of my blood. The dogs were also uneasy and I fell into a fitful sleep. The crack of thunder woke me and I sat up sleepily. The dogs whined to go out, I had forgotten them in the excitement of the evening. We padded down stairs. I love storms and decided to prepare myself some warm milk and go sit out on the porch. I carried my drink out and was startled to see the light of Grayson’s cigarette in the darkness. We did not speak of much, besides his odd lack of a need for sleep. We quietly watched the lightening flash across the sky and listened to the rain brushing up over the roof. Oddly comforted, I bid him a soft good night and went back to sleep.

The next day does not need much description. We sent way too many cramped hours sitting in the car driving around. Eventually, in heaven only knows where, we landed at Grayson’s apartment. In a world a little more advanced then ours it would seem. Now we wait for the others to come back..