11-11-2008:
We went to the docks first thing this morning. We found out we couldn't leave without the Village Lord's permission...guess who that is. Minoru. Turns out he's got a Medieval castle up on a mountain. He suddenly appeared out in the middle of the street (in daylight) and invited us to dinner. He wouldn't just talk to me.
We've all gotten our gear together, we're packed for Vampire, but unless he's got some incredible sun screen, I am more and more inclined to think that I was right and that he's not a Vampire like Grace had suggested. Really, I don't know what else to pack for, it's not like we're going up against industrial espionage, or are putting a hit on an executive. I'm totally out of my element. Truthfully, I hope it doesn't come to that. Weird stuff has been going on in my head, the dreams, but I still don't want to hurt him. Not again.
Later:
After this entry I took a nap, I've been avoiding the dreams, but I needed my
strength. This was the worst. Again, like normal, everything was Perfect in
Perfect land to a fault. Worse than those stupid Walgreen's commercials. What
really hurt was when I woke up and realized that I had no chance of seeing that
little baby in my arms. That little one that was supposed to be ours.
I just want this to be done. I can't handle much more of this toying with my emotions. We were supposed to be addressing wedding invitations this week.