Grandfather felt that I needed to get away, that I needed to train with
someone he had known his whole life and that it was important that it
happen now. I don't know why this was important to him, I don't get what
is so important about right now, but who am I to question him?

I packed my things, seemingly preparing to go to Los Angeles to train with
a man named Wesley Wyndham Pryce. I didn't tell Grandfather that I wasn't
going to do this. I didn't tell him that I didn't want to be a bother to
anyone else like I had been to the clan here. He would of course deny
that I was anything more than a blessing to them, but I knew better.

I could tell as each day passed from the moment I came to live here, that
no one wanted me here. The elder woman constantly complained that I was
trouble, that I was going to bring nothing but disgrace to the clan simply
because I wasn't full blood navajo. I don't know what my heritage has to
do with me being useful, but apparently to them I wasn't good enough.

I had hoped as time passed, as the years passed they would get to know me
better, that they would see past what my father was and move on, but that
day didn't come and the celebration of my leaving the clan was
overwhelming, so was I to believe that Wesley and his team would think any
different of me?

My plan, though probably not the most brilliant mind you, was to go to Los
Angeles, but never arrive at the hotel. I was going to prove once and for
all that I didn't need anyone and that I could make it on my own. Little
did I know how stupid this plan really was.

I arrived in Los Angeles, immediatly ducking Wesley and his team and
headed to the only place I could afford, a cheap rat motel and attempted
to find work of any kind. It didn't seem that hard when I saw others look
for jobs, but when I got out and started turning in applications each
place would say that I seemed like someone they wanted then they would
look at my address and convienently have to go never calling me again.

Finally I gave and walked into this bar, I mean I didn't look like a kid
so I could pull off acting over 21 for sure. The owner explained that it
wasn't a simple serving job, that I would be dancing as well. I didn't see
many other options so I took the job, took a job that would lead me
further into hell.

I worked for a couple months dancing at the candy cane strip club and then
one day one of the girls approached me, said that she had a client that
wanted to meet me. I didn 't think it meant what it actually meant, I
mean I am not that pretty after all...but it did. She was a prostitute
and one of her men wanted to pay me to sleep with him. What the hell did
I know about sex? I was still a virgin after all. Again, not seeing an
option I accepted and did what I could to make it look like I had a
freaking clue and eventually he passed my name on to his friends and
after I got past the fact that I was getting paid to have sex I was able
to handle it better. I mean how could I say no to thousands of dollars
nightly?

Having started to make enough money to move on up I finally found a place
where the rats didn't share in the rent and moved in. Granted it still
wasn't the greatest of places, but I couldn't complain.

A few more months passed and I finally believed that Wesley had given up
on me, not that he really cared in the first place...atleast that is what
I wanted to believe, made it easier for me to just ignore the pit in my
stomach that told me I should call and let them know I was ok. Then one
night I just couldn't do it anymore...I couldn't ignore that feeling that
I was causing someone pain with what I was doing, the least I could do was
send him a letter, let him know I am not dead, its what he deserves.

I typed up a letter, made sure I made no mention of where I was then with
some of the talents I learned from grandfather I did a small incantation
that would cause the postage to seem as if I was elsewhere and sent it
off. I had done my duty, he now knew I was ok and he wouldn't have to
worry anymore...that is until the incident.

I was working, making every effort to please this gentleman that was ever
so demanding and finally he had enough of me not pleasing him the way he
wanted...little did I know he wasn't human. He pinned me down, took what
he wanted from me, took all his aggression out on me and when he was done
there, donned his true face, showing me that he was a vampire and sank
his fangs into my neck.

I thought for sure I was dead, that I wasn't going to see another day and
was suddenly regretting my choice to keep Wesley from finding me when the
door bust open and a group surrounded this thing and then he was dust. I
was shocked that he didn't put up more of a fight, that he just let them
stake him, but who was I to complain? I survived!

It wasn't until I looked up and pulled the covers over my battered and
broken and weak body that I realized who the group was. Wesley at the
head, a look of anger mixed with concern mixed with true heartfelt pain,
and the rest of the team to follow. Ok so I was all but screwed...but I
wouldn't give that impression just yet..maybe he didn't have a clue who I
was...Makayla Rosethorn?" Ok so he knew who I was...so officially
screwed.

Week: zero


Packing my things, I am to go to Los Angeles and stay with someone I have never met. I don't know how I feel about this. I don't know what feelings I am suppoed to have, but I do know that if Grandfather has decided to abandon me, then this man I am to go see in LA isn't going to want to keep me around. I decided that the best plan for me was to just disappear. I know it may not be the brightest of plans, but I wasn't going to let someone else in to reject me.

I allowed grandfather to believe that I was going with his plan and when he handed me money and the keys to my car which was packed for me I made my way to LA. The only difference is in a city this big it wasn't hard to disappear. I arrived in a couple days found a place to stay, sold my car and bought one that wasn't traceable, learned from reading many novels where people disappeared and what they did to make it happen.

Once I had everything the way I wanted it, once I had become a new person I started to look for a job. I couldn't live long off what grandfather gave me, it would truly only last me a month at most, and that is if I didn't get anything but the bare necessities. I went from business to business and no one would offer me a job, everyone looked at me like I was a nut case who had no business coming to them for a job. I finally gave up. what was I to do? I mean yeah I could go to Wesley and say how wrong I was to not show up, but I didn't want to do that, honestly because I didn't think I was wrong.

A few months past, me doing what I had to. I had actually spoken to a man about a job, when he told me it included dancing I didn't think it included me removing my clothes in the process. I couldn't really complain, it was a job and I was desperate and starving.

The first week wasn't so bad, I apparently had some natural talent, mind you that was according to the men oogling me, but I learned quickly to zone out as I danced, to forget where I was and focus on each move. That was the only way I could do this. It didn't get better though, instead it got worse. The men each night got bolder, touching nd fondling, and one even offered me 1000 dollars to sleep with him.

Ok, so a year ago I would have slapped him and gone about my way, but for some reason I nodded and now he is a regular. I find myself going home nightly, showering for an hour trying to wash myself clean, every two weeks I go to the local free clinic, get checked out and spend another two weeks doing things that I would forever be ashamed of.

I suppose I am the one that put myself in this place, that I should have just gone to Wesley like grandfather asked, but I couldn't. This way I wasn't required to get attached to anyone, the downside of that way of life is you die daily. Each day you die a little more, and a little deeper inside.

I guess if all of that is true then I shouldn't have been surprised when my own nightmare came to a climax so to speak one night. The regular that led me down this path to hell decided that he didn't want to wait one day. He found me, followed me home and once I was alone he forced his way into my apartment. I had never been taught to fight, never really had the strength, when he burst in demanding I give him some pleasure and I said no he didn't like than answer.

He started hitting me, his fists like fire each time they hit my body. I don't remember much, the next thing I remember is waking up alone in my apartment and what cash I had (not much) was gone. Thank the gods I decided to get a bank account and put all my money in there, otherwise I would have been screwed as the next few weeks I couldn't work. No one wants to watch a bruised girl dance, or hear her whimpering in pain as you are screwing her.

That should have been my wake up call, should have told me that I needed to find another job, any job, but I didn't. Maybe one day I will find a way out, a way to bring myself back to life, but for now this is what I have to do. Funny thing though, several weeks ago I started feeling stronger, and I have been having these dreams. I don't know what they mean, I wonder if this could be part of the "calling" that grandfather spoke of. If it is, I don't want it, it has to be a wrong number.

I couldn't believe this. $100,000 a year to work for them including houseing. After he handed me the envelope he told me where to go for my new apartment. I couldn't wait. No one has cared about me since grandfather and this man wanted me to work for him and seemed like he cared about my abilities.

I packed my things and cleaned out the apartment and gave my landlord my keys. I wasn't staying in this rat infested apartment another night. I made my way to the condos that Mr Hamilton specified and spoke with the land lady. She was so nice and after signing a few papers she had me set up.

( This Job Rocks )

I could not get enough money, everytime I got some it would inevitably be spent on something that I needed. My latest frivilous purchase was mac and cheese and a pint of milk to make said mac and cheese. I really have to find something more stable then conning innocent idiots by using my abilities or doing basic magicks to please the kiddies.

It had been two years since those people threw me out on the street, due to my uslessness to them and I had been living from job to job. I wanted more out of life then this. I wanted my grandfather back.

My normal nightly routine includes coming back to my one bed closet of an apartment and making either ramen noodles, or mac and cheese, then curling up on the broken down mattress I call a bed and wishing I could bring my grandfather back. I usually end the night with a dream of him telling me that I can do better things then this, but I don't ever listen to that one. It is only a dream after all and he can't walk my dreams since he is dead.

For once I actually slept in. By slept in I mean I got up at 8 am. Choosing my hottest outfit hopes to pull in more money today. Nothing like leather pants and a tight blouse and hair down to bring in the money. I needed to bring in atleast 300 dollars today. I was on a mission to have my bills paid by the end of the night. God this life sucks.

I couldn't take this anymore! I was the cause of something big and no one could figure out what it was. I had to get out of the house for a while and go for a simple walk. This is something I announced to the room and the only person who managed to try and stop me was Julie.

I told julie that I would be fine and that she needn't worry about me. She didn't agree, but she let me go. I grabbed a few stakes from the weapons chest and a cross and walked out the door.

I couldn't get over how dark it was outside. Grandfather used to always tell me that the one way to know that something bad was about to happen it would be darker then normal outside and if something good was about to happen it would be brighter. I never believed him until this moment. Well not so much this moment, but it was dawning on me that maybe he was right.

I decided to take a path that I had not taken before. I was hoping for added distraction and since the path I usually take is always dead vampire wise this new one had to hold more promise...it couldn't be worse.

I thought I heard yelling, or even a scream. I had to do something right tonight so I made my way towards the now dying scream. It seemed so close yet so far, not to mention the fact that as I walked it got darker. Grandfather was now making more sense as his ramblings played in my head.

Finally I was getting closer and what I saw was unnerving. It looked like Willow. Well Willow minus the bandages and sling. I just left her house, so there is no way that it could be her. I had to save