Fourth entry: Marquette is a strange town....

Music: Operation Ivy, Bombshell
5:49AM, August 17, 2007

I'm starting to think I may have to stay in Marquette longer than it might take to find out what was going on with the cats-- and who knows how long that is going to take, anyway, because that is getting weirder by the night. But everything else about Marquette is unusual, it seems like.

My list of weird things so far: girls who move water, or who water moves for. Other vampires, or at least one. Cougars who act like people and understand me without my even trying to be understood. Other people who see spirits-- or hear spirits, anyway-- and visit people's dreams. And identical gray tabbies, bigger than anything but the biggest Maine Coone, that attacked people and all died at the same time. And half-dead boys laying on the lakeshore, bleeding all over the sand.

That mental image should not be as distracting as it is. But I'm starting on my third day since I've fed, so at least I'm just hungry. I'm going to have to go hunting tonight before I actually scare someone, or before I make an idiot of myself.

(On to more important things)

I found three of the maybe-demon-cat bodies today. Well, a cougar led me to them. Without my actually asking him to. I'm still trying to figure that one out, but I'm grateful, anyway. I can't really guess much from them except that they are pretty similar, as far as I can tell given they are also four days dead and kind of torn up, and they are bigger than any housecat I've ever met. Perhaps the fact that nothing tried to eat them is somehow important. I brought two of them back with me and left them just outside town, in an old tarp I stole from a public dock. I doubt anyone will miss it, as it was very old and musty. There's a veterinary clinic in town that I'm thinking I might take them to, but that will have to be tomorrow, because it isn't open today. I just hope no one finds them and moves them before tomorrow morning. They do smell rather badly.

The tally of people who have conversed with me has gone up to three. More if you count animals, but I generally don't-- maybe I'll count the cougar, though, so that's four. The number of people who know what I am... I don't know. Two for sure, Val and Deirda, but maybe all four. Theresa tried pretty hard for it to be three, and I couldn't guess what cougars think of seeing a face like mine. No one seems to have really gotten... bad about it yet, though. I haven't had any threats or attacks yet. I hope my luck, if it's that, continues to hold. I don't know what else I can do besides wait for the veterinarian, but hopefully something will come up.

I'm... actually kind of liking it here. Talking with Delilah was kind of amazing, she seems very nice-- except to Theresa. She was pretty sharp with Theresa. I wish I could explain that I deserve it, that it's all right and I understand why she does it, but that would involve explaining that I killed both my ghosts and why I did it and I'm just too afraid to. Even if she guessed already. I followed her home, just so I know where to find her if I need to. She has a nice little house, a little bigger than mine. She's probably still asleep, now. Maybe she's even in somebody's dreams.

Wouldn't it be strange to have someone visiting my dreams? I don't think it will happen, since I sleep during the day, but it would be... novel. Would I notice? A lot of people didn't, when I did, but since I have a history of it... I don't know. Would it be fun? Would she even know me?

I also met Dierdra again. The poor girl... she was the one who ran into the boy who was bleeding and half-dead. Is it sad that I was actually proud of her, even though I don't even know her, really, for being the one to call the ambulance? She's so timid and shy, but she did that for someone she doesn't even know, herself. It probably is sad of me, but I am proud of her. I need to find out where she lives.

I'm staying at Arcadia a little longer. I just haven't gotten around to giving any of the possible hideouts a good exploration. I suppose I haven't tried very hard, either, though. I left money at the front desk for Val for another two nights.

And on that note, I'm going to take a shower, so I no longer smell like dead cats, and go to bed. Theresa had a busy night, so I might actually get to sleep as long as I like, for once!