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Volume Four
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Character(s) Damali
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After Between the Books: Volume Eighteen
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Before Between the Books: Volume Nineteen
Location Various
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Entries made while traveling between hotels enroute to “The House”…

I still ain’t right about a LOT of stuff that went down. Lilith is out there, somewhere—I can feel that bitch in my skin. And, The Chairman… all of it makes me wanna puke just thinking about how badly I need to take both their heads.

Our compound is gone! SHIT! Home. That was home. Plus what they did to Rider… no words. By them kicking up the drama and burning down his spot, it just put Tara in a position. My heart breaks for both of them—and, yet, I also feel sorry for Yonnie, too. But what happened to Carlos… his Momma and Grandma; Heaven please make this right. I can’t even get my mind wrapped around Father Lopez being gone.

Yeah, I know I’m the Neteru and all, and I know what we do is dangerous—but he was a priest, man… a good one, too. Why do the good have to die young, not that I’m questioning you, Lord. It just scares me so much, truth be told, because we’ve got all these new Guardians—my best girl, Inez. To my way of looking at it, if a good, kind, sweet, faithful young priest can buy-it, then any of the newbies can, too. Before I had an intellectual understanding of that; now I know it from experience.

Lord, I’m freaked. Yeah, straight up battle freaked. Folks are looking to me for the answers and directions, and right now I don’t have any.

Which brings up another whole layer of drama—folks are still looking to ME as the Neteru, and not my man, yet… not as though we’re a team with equal say. Right about through here, though, I want him to have some of the answers, wanna let him make some of the big decisions, too. I hate to admit it, but that’s the stone cold truth, although I’d never tell the Queens… talk about freaking out. They’d have a conniption if they heard me say it.

But what I’m talking about is being tired of carrying the team load, tired of being the one to know this Neteru thing like the back of my hand—yeah, I know, I know, it’s not fair, because he taught me the whole vamp life and was patient. So, like he always says, fair exchange is no robbery. What’s wrong with me? Why am I feeling like this and acting like this? Why am I crying about being tired of taking the weight, even though that’s what I have to keep doing? You know I don’t normally have a problem with doing what has to be done. This entire head trip is just not the normal me!

Maybe what I’m saying is, while I’m waiting for all of Carlos’s powers to kick in, what if I mess up? I guess that’s the real thing I’m tired of, that’s what’s wearing me out—wondering if I might mess up. Maybe it’s more about me being scared than about his powers, and whateva. I have to think about that more, as right now it’s very confusing.

Besides, the older Guardians have paid their dues and have basically passed the baton because they’re tired, too. They’ve almost dropped in their tracks, and can’t sustain this level of bullshit any longer—can I blame them? Only problem is that, somebody died this time. Not somebody on the edge of the team, but a dear soul right in the heart of it; a man of the cloth, even.

I think the thing that’s working my nerves so bad is the Berkfield kids. If anything foul happens to their children, I’ll die. I’m stressed. I don’t think I’ve ever admitted being that. More truth, ‘cause I am.

I guess that’s also why my music has been blocked. Deep. Usually I go to that, and lean on it hard to relax when my head gets tight and I just need to release some emotion. You know that best, diary. Poetry opens up my Muse, let’s me get things off my chest. I have only just begun to be able to write in my journal again. Miss ya.

But what’s seriously tripping me out is, it feels like the music, the poetry and lyrics, that gift is slowly dying inside me—and that scares the shit out of me, too. Not for the fame, because who cares about losing that in the grand scheme of things I’ve seen? No, it’s messing with my mind because it was a gift; it was a whole part of me, part of my soul. It’s like a black cloud of dense smoke is hovering between me and the inner light I had within. I’m slowly collapsing from the inside out the way a building implodes. Everything that was inside just got hollowed out… even something I don’t hardly wanna write down. Making love with my man is really throwed off. It’s still real good, but… lately, it hasn’t been a religious experience. My fault not his.

I need to stop writing now. This is too personal for paper. Can’t write this. My life is different—don’t have my own bedroom or space anymore to stash my private stuff in a dresser drawer somewhere. Everything is shared. When we get to the house it’ll be worse. Can’t even discuss it. Tears are blurring the damned page. Hold up. Okay. Whew… this next thing I’m gonna drop on you, diary, is too heavy.

How about a compromise? I’ma write it all down, and then burn the danged thing, just to get it out of me—okay? At least this way you heard me. Least this way it’s not pressing on my soul. Even though I know it’s a violation between me and you if I go ripping out a section in the middle of you as my confidential journal, but I have to. In fact, I might have to stop writing in you altogether. May have to do what Carlos does; keep my real secret mess locked up in a mental black box. Yeah. This way I can talk to you in my head, diary, and then let it go.

I’m laughing—a mental black book. Now I know I’ve lost my mind.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m stalling. The music is dying day by day. Can’t even hear it in my head the way I used to. But my partner who kicked it with me best, got that going when I’d run dry… I can’t be in Jose’s space one-on-one for any reason whatsoever, like I could before I really knew how he felt. Not knowing all the way was a good thing. Best left unsaid. Maybe it was a punk position on my part all that time (I have to sadly laugh at myself), but it was easier. Note: I will kick my own ass if I ever call Carlos a punk again.

The fact remains, after what the incubus showed me in NYC, after what got said on the ship between me and Jose in Sydney, there’s now too much knowledge in my head. So I can’t just kick it with him like I used to, ya know? But he was my boyie. We was thick as thieves, yo! He was the one that helped me rock the lyrics. He had the monster beats. He set the framework for the funky cuts, and the rest of the band fell in between those lines that me and Jose set up. The man can draw… Me and him could just bust out laughing for no reason while chillin’ and be on the same page. Now this.

See… the main problem is, I can’t figure out how much of what I know now was demon bullshit, and how much was already there within me for it to work with. That’s the problem. I also can’t be sure how much of what it was showing me was, or is, all up in Jose’s head, or not. That’s the problem. I can’t separate it out, because I never allowed myself to fully know just how I felt—and before all this went down, I dimmy-damn-sure didn’t sweep the compound with mental radar to try to get into Jose’s personal space like that. That’s the problem. And, let me add that the really, really, really crazy problem is having Carlos in my face, in the mix, with radar like a mutha, while I’m getting it all sorted out.

Plus, plus, oh, yeah, diary—how about this—I never had a truly accurate picture of, you know, Jose in that, uh, well… feeling that type of way. Speculation is a whole different animal than actually seeing it and feeling it, okaaaay. I wouldn’t allow myself to go there before. Ever. But I can hardly look the man in his face now! Shit! And, being stooopid, trying to be a little nosy to see how much was real or just demon yang—aw’ight, I’ll finally come clean and admit it. I swept him after the Philadelphia job. There. Happy?

I didn’t actually mean to---aw, lemme be real, yes I did. I wasn’t trying to be funny and was only going in for a light scan, just impressions. The only reason I did it, was because after the dust settled in Philly, I wanted to just sit down and privately talk to Jose so we could clear up that kiss on the vamp boat, and then I thought I’d be able to let him know I still loved him—but like a sister. Family. And I was gonna tell him that things sorta get confusing during the heat of battle. Jose had to be able to save face, and not be left feeling some type of way. There wasn’t space or time on the plane after Sydney, and then things got mad-crazy. Whack.

But in order to have that conversation on a real honest basis, I needed to know where my feelings began and ended and where his did, and what was only incubi and succubae drama lingering in our subconscious so Marlene could help purge us both.

All I wanted to do was put things right with me and him; how did I know he was feeling it that hard! I didn’t know the thing that attacked him on the plane really didn’t have to work! The shit was so hot it knocked my head back, so I shut down radar around him… you have no idea. I can’t even tell Mar, because she would be soooo disappointed that I did the scan in the first place, and I already know what she’d say: “Serves your nosy Neteru ass right for getting into that man’s business. I oughta bring you up on charges before the Queens! You can’t violate a fellow Guardian’s personal space like that.” Blah, blah, blah. She’s right, this time.

So here I am, left with the consequences of doing something truly stupid where curiosity got the best of me and I scanned the brother to see if he was feeling it as intense as that mess from the lower realms had projected. THAT’S what’s twisting my brain, along with everything else that’s pressing me. I dredged the dream Lilith sent. My bad!

Problem is, I didn’t realize just how much I had pushed way down deep into my core about Jose to keep from stepping wrong when I thought Carlos was dead. I had come so close one night while I was going through that first, awful ripening period alone, I was crying.

Only thing that kept me from going down the hall back then was, I loved Jose so much that, I would never play with his feelings—I knew once the ripening was over, I would go back to him being my compound brother again. But the way I was feeling then, and the things I would have done then, there would have been no going back. I had that much sense.

In my heart and soul I knew that would have been so foul to do that to him. But, if I had known during that time, if I had done a real scan against Mar’s orders… plus I think girlfriend wisely had some kinda extra mental block around him then; Marlene ain’t crazy, knows me, wise to the bone… yeah I’m rambling, gotta tell you the truth, I would have been in his room with the quickness—and that scares me, now that I know.

The scan locked into the old emotion, his and mine, the one that’s still there like that for him. It was so intense, right on his surface that, it wet my draws for the man. THAT goes into a SERIOUS black box.

I played myself, because I didn’t just get impressions, I felt the burn, felt his breath on my skin, and saw him tossing and turning naked in the bed and needing to be made love to so badly he was near sobbing… and it linked to those old days of when I was feeling like that—just synced me up to the past when I had ripened. I accidentally locked right in on the agony and couldn’t pull up out of the vision until he came. He was awake. Was in the hotel room down the hall alone, which so reminded me of him being down the hall in the compound. He said my name.

Okay. I have got to get it together—because it was a jolt of knowledge that I didn’t need… and Carlos can NEVER get even the slightest hint that for one moment, I felt that way about somebody we have to live with? Are you crazy? AM I crazy?

I’m all messed up, we have all these issues going on within the team—everybody is suffering losses and dealing with some heavy shit… plus I feel like something else is going wrong between me and Carlos. Things have not been the same.

Sure we talk, we laugh… he’s mourning, I know that part, and I love the ground he walks on. I’m not feining for Jose, or anything crazy like that. I saw what I saw, it messed me up, but the moment passed. But it’s uncomfortable, now, when Carlos approaches me to, you know.

In these hotels, man, it’s not private, even though we have our own room. We can’t be making noise, and whatnot… having my family hear all of that, knowing how Jose feels, knowing what Rider is going through, got two sets of parents around, Mar and ‘Bazz, plus the Berkfields, and the kids… my girl… Mike can hear a pin drop. I just can’t relax and get into our flow, like before. And that heifer, Juanita, I do NOT want her in our business.

I also don’t want Juanita playing with Jose’s mind. I know the brother needs to get with somebody in the worst way, and she flounces her stank ass around him, trying to make Carlos jealous, but really turning Jose on, and then when she doesn’t get a rise out of Carlos, she takes her foul behind to bed solo, leaving Jose all jacked around. It ain’t right. One day she’s gonna make me beat her ass for messing with Jose as much for trying to come for my man.

A couple of nights ago, I literally had to body-block Inez to keep her off Juanita’s ass. Inez is crazy. Girlfriend don’t play. But if Inez is picking up how much Juanita is playing games and dissing me in from of the team, then you know the senior Guardians are feeling it, too. I can’t even imagine what’s running through Carlos’s head—which is also working my nerves. His black box is locked tighter than a Sherman tank.

I don’t like that. Especially not for the reason he’s shut down on me. Juanita.

The few times when we did make love… aw, man, it just wasn’t right. He’s got stuff going on with him that he’s not sharing; I’ve got stuff going on inside my head that I’m not sharing, and it’s messing with our flow.

A few months have passed, and me and Carlos have only been together a coupla times? Us? THAT’S scaring the bullshit out of me. Now I find myself making crazy excuses for not going there, and there’s this undercurrent between us—I can tell he’s pissed off, and I can’t blame him.

This journal entry is history. Diary, I’m forewarning you, your pages are about to get yanked out from the binding and burned TODAY. My nerves are so bad. I am soooo nervous about moving into Jose’s people’s old house, their strong shaman prayer barriers notwithstanding. It’ll have his originating charge in it, his energy, which is some strong mojo. But I have to do it for the team so that all of us can be safe. I can’t let this nonsense put our safety at risk, but I also can’t explain to people why it’s gonna be super hard for me to be there, and for him, most likely.

Every time Carlos rolls up on me to even talk, I put a steel barrier around my brain. But part of our whole magic was that he and I could lock… I can’t lock with him with this up in my head. I just can’t risk it, can’t let him all the way in, and if he’s not all the way synced up with me, when we make love, we miss each other’s cues. I cried the last time, because he told me I don’t even light up for him any more—he can’t see my aura. It broke my heart because the man asked me to my face, “What’s wrong, baby,” and I lied to him for the first time in my life. Told him I didn’t know. That it had to maybe do with the hormonal things going on with me after all the changes my body went through since Sydney, with fatigue added in. I blamed it all on stress, which wasn’t a total lie, but now I sound like him… his old way of halfway coming clean.

He accepted that and backed off me, but I could tell he wasn’t buying it. I miss my friend… miss my lover… miss him so much. A lie is a damnable thing.

Bye. I’m tearing out these pages just so I can breathe. Maybe I’ll try to work on a poem or some lyrics.

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  • The official website page URL was vampire-huntress.com/DJVol4. (Damali's Journal Volume 4) [1]

See Also[edit | edit source]

Novels 1 - 9 Minion • The Awakening • The Hunted • The Bitten • The Forbidden • The Damned • The Forsaken • The Wicked • The Cursed
Armageddon Finale
(10 -12)
The Darkness • The Shadows • The Thirteenth
Anthologies Make it Last Forever in Stroke of Midnight • Ride the Night Wind in Love at First Bite
Dawn and Darkness (Comics) Individual Comics Book One: Ashes to Ashes • Book Two: Dust to Dust  • Book Three: Bygones to Blood • Book Four: Ride or Die
Graphic Novel Graphic Novel (Parts 1 - 4)
Neteru Academy Novels Shadow Walker • Shadow Seekers (Unreleased) • Shadow Slayers (Unreleased)
Between the Books (Official Website Stories) Vol. 1 • Vol. 2 • Vol. 3 • Vol. 4 • Vol. 5 • Vol. 6 • Vol. 7 • Vol. 8 • Vol. 9 • Vol. 10 • Vol. 11 • Vol. 12 • Vol. 13 • Vol. 14 • Vol. 15 - The Ripple Effect • Vol. 16 - Damali's Dilemma • Vol. 17 - Carlos' Dilemma • Vol. 18 - Damali's Dilemma Part II • Vol. 19 - Training Day • Vol. 20 - Training Day Part II • Vol. 21 - A Neteru Apex • Vol. 22 - New Mansion Compound: • Vol. 23 - New Mansion Compound: • Vol. 24 - New Mansion Compound: • Vol. 25 - "Truth Between Brothers" • Vol. 26 - Shabazz: THE FALL OUT • Vol. 27 • Vol. 28 • Vol. 29 • Vol. 30 - "Submerge"
Other Nothing Like the First Time (Prequel) • That First Kiss • Between Man and Wife • Atlantis Rising
Damali's Journal Volume One • Volume Two • Volume Three • Volume Four • Damali's Journal: Special Volume
Carlos' Black Box Volume One • Volume Two
Inside the Mind of a Vampire Volume One • Volume Two • Volume Three • Volume Four • Volume Five • Volume Six
Additional Content & Short Stories Promotional Media Secret Desires • Exotic Contraband: LA Banks' Vampire Huntress Legend Concept Art Book • Vampire Huntress Legend Sampler • Atlantis Rising • VHL Teacher's Curriculum Guide
Vampire Huntress Legend Sampler Nothing Like the First Time • Damali's Journal: Special Volume • The Power Players: A tour by Master Vampire Carlos Rivera • Character Dossiers
Unreleased Vampire Huntress Legend Series Movie (Unreleased) • Vampire Huntress Legend Series Manga (Unreleased)

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