A/N: I've decided not to skip the arc that was supposed to come after this one, but I will postpone it.
So it will still happen, just later on.
Anyhow, cheers folks and good reading!
[Blood Diary Entry]
I woke up around 8 AM. Mom and Rebekah were already out and about.
I got up from the couch and went to the bathroom to wash my face, gathering my thoughts.
This world is stranger than I expected, that is for sure.
Never mind the different bloodlines and all that, spirits are new, that is for sure.
I have seen Sol'Vahr's memories, and I know for a fact he dealt with various kinds of horrors that make me shudder even now, but he rarely needed to deal with immaterial foes, and even then, they couldn't stay like that for long. But a spirit—or ghost, or whatever—is incorporeal by default.
I could turn it material, should I have enough time, but when the thing went through me, I noticed some disruptive qualities it had. Meaning, should it touch me, a spell or ritual would instantly go haywire…
Sigh…
At least this time, knowledge from my first life can come in a bind.
I find some papers and start organizing notes. I scribble every ghost weakness that I can come up to the top of my mind. Silver, pure iron, salt—either in lines to form a barrier, or stuff them in a 12 gauge and shoot the damn thing—there are also specter concoctions from witchers.
At the mention of witchers, my eyes narrow.
I did enjoy their stories; they were, in fact, a few of my favorites, and the games were simply gold. But when it came to reality? There is no way I'm going to that dreary world. However, there is valuable knowledge to be found if I am smart about it.
Their alchemical expertise, ranging from simple potions to complex elixirs, and the famed Trial of Grasses. Expertise in combat through systemic discipline. The way they track, study, and hunt their prey. But most importantly, their use of signs.
That can be the game changer…
I am honestly surprised Sol'Vahr never thought of this. However, I suppose that can very well be a downside of being born an apex predator; even if he had human memories, he may have seen using them as compromising and lowering himself to a lesser being.
But now, having grown up as one, I don't really have that mindset, small blessings.
Using knowledge from what I can remember from the Trial of Grasses and some stuff I can find in this world, I do think I can finish his research, the one he didn't manage to complete, even after hundreds of millions of years.
And that little spirit may even hold some precious information, hence why I was dead set on hunting it.
But to do so, I would have to use knowledge this world may not have, and even then, some unforeseen things may happen, and for that, I needed to fully trust Rebekah, hence the ritual.
I winced when I remembered what happened inside the car.
It was something the situation called for in a way, but it doesn't make me any more comfortable…
There is something in her that calls to me, something I don't quite understand. I don't really mind it, but there are so many complications to it that my head spins a bit.
The 'talk' we're going to have may be just what I need to put my thoughts in order.
As soon as I finished writing and musing about my terribly complicated life, I heard the door open and the sound of cheery laughter.
Rebekah and Mom came walking in, and Mom carried a brown bag that had a nice scent to it.
When they noticed me, they broke into sweet smiles. Rebekah rushed past Mother, startling the woman who raised me, and sat on the sofa, right beside me. She leaned her head on my shoulder—even if I was much smaller than her, she didn't really seem to mind it—her eyes sparkled in curiosity as she read my notes, a cute frown on her face as she read more of it. Her head snapped to mine, inquisitive as to how I managed to come up with the stuff she saw.
Mother sighed at the touchy blonde antics; she put the bag on the table beside my notes.
"Eat," she ordered me in that familiar motherly tone, "then the three of us are going to have a serious talk."
I shrugged my shoulders and opened the bag. A couple of muffins and a sandwich, an odd pairing, but I am not going to complain.
I wolfed down the food under the watching gazes of my companions.
After finishing, I straightened up and was about to grab a napkin, but a hand shot for it faster than mine. Next thing I know, my face is being cleaned by an enthusiastic Rebekah.
I blinked a couple of times, needing time to catch up to this ridiculous—though a bit cute, not gonna lie—situation.
A sigh, a bit, and grab her hands, I thank her for it, but decide it's time to be serious.
"Rebekah, please sit by my mother, we need to talk." She looked unwilling to go. I wager the closeness she feels to me due to the ritual feels comforting to her, but I need to set things straight lest a buttload of headache is going to come my way in the future. "Please, Rebekah, this is important."
She nodded her head and got up, finding her seat by my mother's side. The woman gave her a sour look, to which the blonde just answered by sticking out her tongue playfully.
I shook my head.
"Speak, now!" Mom understandably decided to ignore Rebekah.
I sighed again and spoke up. "What do you want to know first, Mom?"
She looked at my notes inquisitively, likely trying to understand what I wrote, even if it was upside down. She was failing miserably by the looks of it.
I chuckled a bit and turned the notes towards her direction.
She read them carefully, her gaze in equal measures curious and worried.
"Start with that."
I nodded.