Janus’ Record: 1
(Kept by Phonograph)
“Everyone around me is keeping journals, except me. When I write I don’t seem to think as clearly, it comes out as an elaborate story where only half of it is true, and the rest is made up in my mind, or jumbled, respectively. Dr. Seward kept one. I should too.
“I am using this rather than a response and release from the events of the day, I will begin to take a chronicle of my life. I know for a fact I do not have enough room to keep all of the records. So I will pick the most important events of my life and record them.
“My wife’s name is Jesse; she’s been a wonderful wife, and she and I have a wonderful daughter named Summer Dawn. But she wasn’t always my wife, as the case would be, and knowing that she may one day hear this recording I will be sure to speak the truth, as I am sure she did about me in her old tattered journal.
“Hmmm… That was such a short time ago, but it is not resurfacing as I had hoped it would. My later memories with her are overwhelming when she and I met. I remember where… and… There. I’ve got it now. Forgive me Jesse, you know how my mind works sometimes, and likewise how it doesn’t work at all.
“When I first met Jesse Carey, because her given name was Carey at that time, she was with her Grandfather, being trained to become the perfect warrior.”
-Laughter-
“I think he did it a little too well; back then love was something foreign and forgotten to her. She had been hurt very badly by those she loved. I was sitting in her Grandfather’s library. He was smoking one of his pipes, and he and I were drinking tea.”
-Laughter-
“The Beast O’Ciardha drinking tea, that’s still something, I will never forget seeing; a man who I had seen uncomfortable at a formal dinner because there were too many articles of silverware, and for someone who ate directly from the source hands and teeth only. He held the cup daintily. That had to sound like me rambling.
“But I was sitting with The Beast, and we were discussing Jesse. He kept swearing to me, over and over again she was going to change the world. That as soon as she left she would change the world; I had to say I was skeptical. I had seen many people who had claimed the same thing.
“When she first entered the room, the smell of a soon to be changed werewolf filled my nostrils, and I raised my eyebrow to inspect her. I watched her movement, she moved like water. She was golden, fair, Aryan by every definition. She was so young.
“I don’t remember the conversation exactly. It happened to long ago. I do remember the basic just of the whole thing. I was talking to her, she was still young enough to remember what it was like to know what we didn’t know.
“I asked her about why she was with The Beast. The conversation came to her sister, Page. From what I gathered, Page had shoved Jesse over the edge of the boat. Though the story is still confusing to me; I know for a fact now that is not true. But at the time, neither her nor I knew this.
“I do remember one thing that was said perfectly however, whenever Jesse had first entered the room she felt uncomfortable with me. Which I understood, my wings were out, and my wings are terrifying, ‘This is Janus, he’s not harmless, but he’ll cause you no harm.’
“Jesse was so dead set and determined to kill her sister; I had to admire her. I had never had that much conviction in much of anything. I always lived to continue to live, but she lived to kill her sister.
“’Don’t kill my sister,’ she said firmly, but her eyes pleaded with me as if it was my goal too, ‘That’s my job.’ I couldn’t help but honor that wish. I knew from that moment on, until Jesse found Page to kill her, that I would need to keep Page alive. I had to.
“She left the room, her change was coming so quickly, and she had no idea it was. When I told him, he responded with ‘at seventeen?’ I remember saying, ‘At seventeen.’ We both heard a growl erupt from her, and her scream and then howl in pain. Her window broke, and she ran outside.”
“Janus?”
“Yes lover?”
“Who are you talking to?”
“No-one.”
“Come to bed. Its cold without out.”
“Yes dear… To be continued.”
-End recording-
“Everyone around me is keeping journals, except me. When I write I don’t seem to think as clearly, it comes out as an elaborate story where only half of it is true, and the rest is made up in my mind, or jumbled, respectively. Dr. Seward kept one. I should too.
“I am using this rather than a response and release from the events of the day, I will begin to take a chronicle of my life. I know for a fact I do not have enough room to keep all of the records. So I will pick the most important events of my life and record them.
“My wife’s name is Jesse; she’s been a wonderful wife, and she and I have a wonderful daughter named Summer Dawn. But she wasn’t always my wife, as the case would be, and knowing that she may one day hear this recording I will be sure to speak the truth, as I am sure she did about me in her old tattered journal.
“Hmmm… That was such a short time ago, but it is not resurfacing as I had hoped it would. My later memories with her are overwhelming when she and I met. I remember where… and… There. I’ve got it now. Forgive me Jesse, you know how my mind works sometimes, and likewise how it doesn’t work at all.
“When I first met Jesse Carey, because her given name was Carey at that time, she was with her Grandfather, being trained to become the perfect warrior.”
-Laughter-
“I think he did it a little too well; back then love was something foreign and forgotten to her. She had been hurt very badly by those she loved. I was sitting in her Grandfather’s library. He was smoking one of his pipes, and he and I were drinking tea.”
-Laughter-
“The Beast O’Ciardha drinking tea, that’s still something, I will never forget seeing; a man who I had seen uncomfortable at a formal dinner because there were too many articles of silverware, and for someone who ate directly from the source hands and teeth only. He held the cup daintily. That had to sound like me rambling.
“But I was sitting with The Beast, and we were discussing Jesse. He kept swearing to me, over and over again she was going to change the world. That as soon as she left she would change the world; I had to say I was skeptical. I had seen many people who had claimed the same thing.
“When she first entered the room, the smell of a soon to be changed werewolf filled my nostrils, and I raised my eyebrow to inspect her. I watched her movement, she moved like water. She was golden, fair, Aryan by every definition. She was so young.
“I don’t remember the conversation exactly. It happened to long ago. I do remember the basic just of the whole thing. I was talking to her, she was still young enough to remember what it was like to know what we didn’t know.
“I asked her about why she was with The Beast. The conversation came to her sister, Page. From what I gathered, Page had shoved Jesse over the edge of the boat. Though the story is still confusing to me; I know for a fact now that is not true. But at the time, neither her nor I knew this.
“I do remember one thing that was said perfectly however, whenever Jesse had first entered the room she felt uncomfortable with me. Which I understood, my wings were out, and my wings are terrifying, ‘This is Janus, he’s not harmless, but he’ll cause you no harm.’
“Jesse was so dead set and determined to kill her sister; I had to admire her. I had never had that much conviction in much of anything. I always lived to continue to live, but she lived to kill her sister.
“’Don’t kill my sister,’ she said firmly, but her eyes pleaded with me as if it was my goal too, ‘That’s my job.’ I couldn’t help but honor that wish. I knew from that moment on, until Jesse found Page to kill her, that I would need to keep Page alive. I had to.
“She left the room, her change was coming so quickly, and she had no idea it was. When I told him, he responded with ‘at seventeen?’ I remember saying, ‘At seventeen.’ We both heard a growl erupt from her, and her scream and then howl in pain. Her window broke, and she ran outside.”
“Janus?”
“Yes lover?”
“Who are you talking to?”
“No-one.”
“Come to bed. Its cold without out.”
“Yes dear… To be continued.”
-End recording-
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I fine update on family history.
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