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Saturday, January 20th, 2007
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11:00 pm - Sometimes I like to make things a little... saucy....
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| Monday, January 8th, 2007
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6:37 pm - Living Nightmare
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He walks slowly away from the elf's room and sighs quietly to himself. It's all gone wrong again; and this time he can't see any clear way to put it right.
Christmas itself had seemed to go so wonderfully well - well, apart from the "accident" with the eggnog which resulted in his spending Christmas Day itself with a hangover. But even that hadn't managed to spoil the magic of the day.
No; it was afterwards that things had started to go wrong. Something happened Christmas night; something concerning Lucien and Trent. The police showed up, and there were a lot of serious looks. Vincent in particular seemed absolutely furious with them both, but even Marius seemed somehow to know something about it - though he reacted in typical Marius fashion, keeping out of the way and brooding in his room a lot.
Brooding - and fingering a certain stained white linen cloth. Something that Lucien's people were supposed to have "taken care of", though Lucien wasn't saying anything. But the 26th was the night that Marius vanished and the elf's nightmares had started. ( A Living Nightmare )
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| Sunday, November 12th, 2006
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11:41 pm - Eric's letter to Santa?
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| Tuesday, October 10th, 2006
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5:26 pm - What a mess
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That video hit me pretty hard. I could feel myself just... slipping away; the longer I lay there, staring at the wall, the harder it got to pull myself out. Didn't help when Lucien tried shouting at me to bring me out; I just kind of retreated further into myself. I'm not sure just how long I would have stayed like that if Vincent hadn't come.
He managed to pull me back into myself; we talked for a while, and then he took me out to dinner - a really nice Italian restaurant. I've never been to a restaurant before... it was nice. The food was amazing, and so much of it! I couldn't eat it all!
I'd forgotten to leave a note for Lucien though, so I got a kind of panicked phone call. He calmed down when I explained where we were though. He said he was going to bed, and made me promise to come wake him when we got back so he'd know I was home OK.
So when my phone rang again as we were on the main course was a bit of a surprise. Even more so when we found out the reason for the call; Marius had shown up.
Vincent didn't take the news too well. I don't know what went on between Vincent and my brother, but Vince really seems to have a hate-on for him, and hearing Marius was in town... well. It put a damper on our evening, but even in spite of that I really enjoyed our evening out.
I left Vincent in the hot tub and went to find Lucien, who was sleeping in Vincent's bed. He took me back through to see Marius... who is in a seriously bad way. Drugged up to the eyebrows (Lucien says it's laudenum), and he has these horrible livid bruises around his wrists and ankles. I couldn't figure out just how Marius was able to take a plane ride in that state - cue the next bombshell; he didn't come by any conventional means. Lucien says he somehow teleported himself here.
It's hard to get any sense out of Marius at present; Lucien says the Brythonic elves in London have something to do with it. Apparently they've been keeping him a prisoner and drugged up ever since I left; I guess that explains why he never called me or answered any of my emails. We still don't know why they'd do that - I thought the elves were our friends??
This complicates things so much. Lucien's scared of how Trent will react, Vincent's just really unhappy about the whole thing, Lucien is just one huge ball of stress, and Darith has apparently thrown a huge strop whilst I was sleeping and stormed off with the kids. Marius himself can't give us any answers, as sick as he is.
Why does life have to be so complicated??
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| Monday, October 9th, 2006
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12:20 am - Still down under
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Been spending the past few weeks in Brisbane with Lucien, keeping him company whilst he was effectively under "house arrest". Figured it was the least I could do, given the circumstances....
Well, "house arrest" turned into "jail break", of a sort; now I'm at Lucien's town house... as, it seems, is just about everyone else.
Vincent seems to be avoiding me. I think he's still mad at me for hacking his LJ. I didn't mean to! But computers just seem to... talk to me. I wish I hadn't, now, because he's said barely two words to me since I got here.
And right now I could do with a kind word from him....
Lucien showed me the preview of Visceral's latest DVD, and it's got that video. "Compulsive Disease". The video that Marius was in.
I had to ask him to turn it off. I thought I was going to throw up.
I wonder how Marius will react when he sees it....
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| Friday, August 4th, 2006
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11:17 pm
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It doesn't hurt tonight. I think I'd forgotten what it was like not to be in pain. But I'm so tired all the time. Things... confuse me.
Perce tells me to relax, not to worry, I'll be seeing Vincent again soon. I don't really understand all he told me. I don't think I was really with it. He said something about mirrors. I didn't quite follow.
Mirrors... something aout them scares me. I don't know why. I've been having these dreams... well, nightmares, really. I'm looking in a mirror, but I can't see myself; just people I love standing in flames. It always ends with Vincent, only... it's not Vincent.
I don't want these dreams. Don't want any of this. I'm tired of things not making sense.
Sometimes I wish I was back on the streets again. I understood the rules. It was my world. This... I don't understand any of it.
I want to go home, but I don't know where that is any more.
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| Saturday, July 22nd, 2006
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4:42 pm - In Paris
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Head hurts too much to stare long at the screen.
Can't remember much of what happened in Toronto.
No idea where Marius is.
Ugh. I feel sick. Gonna go lie down again.
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| Friday, July 21st, 2006
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9:49 am - Interview
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Please state your full Name.
"Aeric Asmodey"
And how old are you?
"I'm 16."
How tall are you?
"Uh.... 5' 6"."
Hair colour?
"Auburn with white streaks. They're, um, natural."
Eye colour?
"Green."
What is your Occupation?
"I... don't have one. I used to be a dancer."
What is your favorite colour?
"Blue. Electric blue. I quite like purple too."
Favorite food?
"Vanilla Custard pocky. And Saku Saku Panda."
Favorite band?
"Bloody Mary."
What is your most marked characteristic?
"Uh... my scars, I guess...."
What is the quality you most like in a man?
"Oh, that's a tough one... Honesty. I'd have to say honesty. Pretty eyes and long hair don't hurt either." *grins* "Someone I can talk to."
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
"Self-confidence. I like a girl who isn't afraid to take charge of her own life. I can't abide attention whores who think the whole world revolves around them. Uh, I'm rather partial to green eyes and long hair, too." *blushes*
What do you most value in your friends?
"That they're still there for me. They never turned away from me. They..." *blushes some more* "They've saved me from myself a few times."
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
"I hate being weak." *frowns at his crippled leg* "But..." *sighs* "I'm my own worst enemy really."
What is your favorite occupation?
"I..." *looks sad* "I loved dancing...."
What is your idea of perfect happiness?
"I'm not sure that's possible, but... Somewhere safe, with the ones I love, no-one ill or hurting or fighting but everyone getting along peacefully, I guess."
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
*hoarse whisper* "Being abandoned. Left behind. Alone."
In which country would you like to live?
"I don't know... I've not travelled much, just to Paris and Toronto. I like Toronto." *smiles*
What do you dislike most about your appearance?
"Oh god, my scars, definitely. And my eye."
On what occasion do you lie?
"I don't think I've ever really lied. I've omitted to tell the whole truth when I thought it would hurt someone though."
If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be?
"Cats seem to have a pretty good life."
What is your most treasured possession?
"Uh... I don't know. My dolls, I guess. Or my guitars. I'm not really much of a one for material things."
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
"Still being alive."
If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be?
"Oh god." *looks visibly distressed* "That- that we could be a real family.... I- I wish Mummy was still alive...." *starts to cry*
What is it that you most dislike?
*whispers* "Being alone."
Which talent would you most like to have?
"Uh... well... I wish I could dance again."
How would you like to die?
"God, what a morbid question. Um. Quickly and painlessly, with my eyes open. I don't want it to creep up on me; I want to see it coming and stare it in the face."
What is your current state of mind?
"Kind of confused. Life was so much simpler on the streets."
And lastly.. What is your motto?
"To thine own self be true."
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| Tuesday, June 13th, 2006
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8:21 pm
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We - Seraphina and I - spent ten hours queueing at the passport office today. I now have a nice shiny new passport - my first ever - in the name of Eric Asmoday. How on earth Sera managed to track down my birth certificate, I have no idea. It's a pretty damned good forgery, if that's what it is. I keep looking at my supposed father's name... it doesn't seem real, somehow. Not knowing who he really is....
Anyway, now I've got it. I have an appointment at the Canadian Embassy tomorrow to get my visa. Perseus has booked us out on the red-eye to Toronto tomorrow night.
Further news from the hospital; Marius has further surgery scheduled for this evening. Apparently the doctor who'll be operating is extremely good; she's highly recommended - a Dr Richards. I won't hear news of the outcome until tomorrow.
I don't know how I'll be able to sleep tonight.
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8:47 am
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Finally got through to the hospital. Marius is in a private room. Seems part of the set collapsed on him during filming. He's got a broken wrist and internal injuries that required 5 hours of surgery (ruptured spleen, perforated bowel - they're concerned about possible peritonitis); he had to have four pints of blood in a transfusion. They're also worried about injuries on his back - something about a couple of infected bite wounds, one of which was really serious; they reckon he could be inside for quite a while as he has a nasty case of septicaemia going on. They wouldn't let me talk to him; apparently he had a bad night and is delirious.
The nurse wanted to know how long he's been doing coke. I want to know that too.
Bite wounds? What the hell was happening on that set??
Seraphina is back, still no sign of the elves. Sera's taking me to the passport office today to make an emergency passport application, then we're off to the Canadian embrassy to get my visa. Perseus has booked our tickets already.
I'm coming, big brother. Hang in there.
Corpselight has some real explaining to do. Not least that gay-ass hairstyle Marius was wearing in the magazine photos....
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1:14 am
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Oh shit. I just got a phonecall from some woman claiming to be a reporter for Rock World magazine. She said Marius is in hospital in Toronto.
No-one at TGH is taking my call. I've called a couple of contacts; I don't have a passport, but I've got to get to Toronto somehow.
He's my brother.
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| Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
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4:33 am
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So much weird stuff has been going on. It's going to take me a while to get my thoughts in order over the whole thing. It's not easy; something happened to me the final night of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) violent_vincent and visceralc's visit. I don't know what it was; I just remember waking up on the floor in Vincent's arms, and Corpselight was lying next to us. Perseus and Marius were in the room too. Vincent left right after that, and Marius has been avoiding me ever since.
Perseus can't explain what happened to me; he apparently wasn't in the room at the time. I don't fully understand why Vincent left; I know it had something to do with Marius being in Corpselight's bedroom while V and I were together. But I've been having memory problems since that night, and it's hard to concentrate on things. I've been getting these terrible headaches, too.
Ive been having nightmares, too... about the night of the fire. I wake up screaming. I'm glad my room is away from everyone else's. I think Percy knows though... he doesn't say anything, but sometimes, he gets this look in his eye - a sort of knowing, sad look.
I can't talk to him though, because Xian and Victoria are always hanging round him. I wish theyd leave him alone. They did... things to him. Hurt him. I heard him screaming one night, and the next morning I had these wounds in my hands.... I wish they'd leave him alone. They're exhausting him. And....
And they scare me. Xian especially. He...I...did something stupid. And he took me up on it. It hurt so bad...worse than my first time. I think something tore. I'm scared he'll do it again. I'm scared of the hold he and Victoria have over Perseus.
I still don't know where the elves have gone.
I dreamed of Kyneston last night. He was screaming my name.
I'm afraid to sleep.
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| Monday, April 24th, 2006
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3:39 pm
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Finally found my phone, only to find a message on my voicemail from Vincent.
He's in Brisbane. With Corpselight.
He said he loved me, but... but he's not with me. He's with Corpselight. I don't understand. Why?
Oh god. Vincent.
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1:17 pm - Argh! I am an idiot
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I have been an utter, utter idiot. I should have trusted Vincent. I should have listened to Perseus. I just hope it's not too late to put everything right.
Damn it, where is my mobile phone??
Something's wrong with Perseus - well, more so than usual. There was blood round his mouth this morning and he looked like he'd slept even worse than me. Seraphina has sent him back to bed; he couldn't breathe properly.
Alaric is helping me look for my phone with Amethyst, Neph and Marius. He says Perseus thinks he's dying. He can't die! He saved my life; it would be just too unfair if he were to die as a result!
God. Too many things to worry about. Perseus. Vincent. What am I going to tell Ren? Never mind that now.
Where's my damned phone?
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1:14 am
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I was going to phone Vincent.
And then I saw this on DoA:
Vincent. With Darith.
I don't know what to think anymore....
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| Monday, April 17th, 2006
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12:51 am - Odd one out
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Ren and I had a long talk last night. Wasn't sure at first we were talking; she'd been pretty quiet and subdued since I got back. And then she kind of... well, went a bit ballistic at me over Vincent, Perseus, and Finrael, and the whole "dissappearance" thing. Uh, well, I didn't exactly choose to be kidnapped by a demon, but.... Anyway. It was only because she'd been worried about me.
I'm not sure she buys the whole "body-swap" thing between Perseus and I. She accused me of having "dalliances with vampires", and I don't think she understands about Vincent. But she couldn't explain where my scars have gone, so... I don't know.
I do care about her. I don't want her to be hurt by the things that happen to me. But ... shit just seems to happen to me, you know? It's not as though I seek this stuff out, either. I just seem to be a trouble magnet. I'm hoping we can move on past this. I'm also hoping this is the last of the drama, at least for now.
I'm just 16. Crap like this shouldn't be happening to a 16-year-old. But I feel so much older than my years. Other kids my age are facing their GCSEs, worrying about their zits, smoking behind the bike sheds and talking about the latest footie scores. And I have nothing in common with any of them.
current music: - angel on my shoulder - deathboy (made louder)
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| Saturday, April 15th, 2006
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12:40 pm - Reborn
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I was dying. Finrael came for me as I was slowly awakening; I'd barely opened my eyes when he choked me back into unconsciousness. When I awoke again, it was to his fists and blows.
I think he would have killed me in his eagerness to "possess" me. And I think part of me wanted to die, rather than carry on feeling that pain. But how could I die, not knowing if Vincent yet lives?
And then he came to me. Perseus. He spoke in my head even as I lay there dying; and he offered me a way out. A way back, but without pain. He led the way; and he possessed my body whilst I in turn attacked Finrael.
A body swap. I stole Finrael's body, even as Perseus inhabited mine.
This body feels... strange to me. Different. Stronger, healthier, yet... not quite human. It is so weird to look down at these arms - my arms, now - and to see the flesh smooth, unscarred. They seem strangely... naked. It's as though I have been reborn. I wonder what Ren will say.
And Vincent.
Oh god. Vincent. Don't be dead. Please... don't be dead....
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| Wednesday, March 29th, 2006
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1:07 pm - Update from Ren
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Hi folks; this is Ren here updating on Eric's behalf. He gave me his password in case anything ever happened to him.
Eric has been in a coma for nearly a week. He went to bed early last Thursday, and Marius went to check on him; he found him lying in a darkened room. He'd gone blind. Marius spent the night looking after him; Eric passed out asleep sometime in the early morning of Friday, and hasn't woken up properly since.
It's kind of weird; he just lies there so motionless, like he's dead or something. Sometimes his eyes open and he'll seem like he's looking right at you - but he's just staring into space and doesn't respond when you touch him or call his name.
I got mad at Marius because he wouldn't call a doctor or a healer or anything, but he says it's all quite normal and Eric is "transitioning", whatever that may mean. He's being all strange and mysterious and Marius. At least he's stopped drinking now though.
Must go, but I'll update again if there's been any change.
Love and Hugs,
Ren
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| Thursday, March 23rd, 2006
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1:06 pm - bLIND
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i CAN'T SEE THIS CLEARLY TO TYPE. tHEY WORDS ARE BLURRING. lOST ALL VISION IN r EYE, VERY BLURRED IN l.
sCARED.
aLONE.
sOMEONE HELP ME....
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10:45 am - Vincent
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violent_vincent came to me last night. I wasn't expecting it. He'd read my post on DoA. I didn't know what he was going to do.
He took my arm; the left one. The scarred one. I just froze. Would he strike me? My fear was needless; he started tracing each of my scars lightly with a finger, naming each one. I didn't trust myself. I sat there, frozen, eyes shut; unable to move.
Vincent then loosened his grip fully and let my arm lay in his palm after naming each and every one of the scars on my arm, allowing me to either retract or leave my arm there, as I wished. His heavy lashes swept up as his eyes glanced up to meet mine.
" If you ever need to talk.... Ummm...." Vincent's cheeks reddened slightly. "I've been told I'm a good listener...." He cleared his throat. "Or if you ever.. you know... wanna go bowling or play poker or something... toss back some beers... or merlot.. or something..." He bit his bottom lip slightly as he rambled, a habit I found instantly endearing as I watched him, silently. His voice trailed off as he sat there, watching me, uncertain as to my reaction.
I sat motionless apart from a faint tremble, eyes downcast, my arm lying limp in Vincent's palm. I tried to speak, but no sound would come. Hot tears ran down my cheeks as my body began to shudder from violently silent sobs too long held back; finally I reached out to Vincent with my free hand and managed to hoarsely whisper, "Don't leave me... please?"
Vincent's eyes widened, tears swelling in his own eyes. He ignored the outstretched arm and turned, quickly wrapping his arms around my trembling body pulling him close and holding me tightly "I... It's going to be ok... Don't you worry...." he whispered gently. Feeling my tears soaking into his shirt, he reached up to stroke my hair, the grip with his other arm around my body still tight and warm. " I wont leave you." He rocked me gently in my arms like a child, trying to calm the rage of tears that continued unabated. "I will do whater it takes... to make you happy... to see you smile, Eric...." He nuzzled his head against mine and just held me close while he cried, his grip never loosening, not once until finally I had cried myself dry and my trembling had stilled.
He led me gently to my bed and helped me in. I reached out to him and caught his hand in mine. "Vincent... I know you can't stay. Your gaurdian will be coming for you soon. But..." my eyes held his for a moment. "Thank you. This means more than the world to me."
He smiled down at me and lightly kissed my forehead, lingering for a moment. His long dark hair fell about my face, and I breathed in the scent of him....
And then he was gone.
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Dear Santa...