A weekend with the girls (and boys!)

My first missions as a guard went surprisingly quickly. I was at least expecting that I would need to show some of my training but this mission seemed to be all about diplomacy. Anyhow I was emmesly pleased to be away from Volterra, away from Helene and Marcus. We travelled to America and I was given a treaty paper to study as well as folklore from some American Indian tribe about shapeshifters. Apparrently in Washington the amount of shapeshifters in the population was in direct corrolation to the amount of vampires. Settling vamps in the area were worrying the Masters, obviously because of the amount of shape shifters would increase. On a personal level, Senna my dear friend who lives on the outskirts of the County in Quilence and she must move having spent three quarters of a Million dollars building a new home away from the forest. She is devastated. All I can do is comfort her, but I know my heart is bleeding as I am one of the ones who is enforcing this rule upon her and countless others.

America was sprawling. As little as I saw of it the Olympic peninsula made me weary for the greens of my own homeland in the Great British Isles. Lush green and damp, we met with the Head of the Cullens Carlisle. Renata as usual was a mistress of diplomacy. It must have been hard on her too enforcing this rule on one she deems a friend. We left soon after, with an addition. Felix has a lady and he is very much in love. I am more than happy to see him this way, he has met his equal. I have not spoken directly to Thanh as yet, but I left Volterra shortly after I arrived. I could not bare to be there, knowing that I was bound to see him. And I don't think that would be healthy for any of us at the moment.

I returned to London, Helene refusing to leave her post to accompany me. Back into the arms of friends. My ample flat in Blackheath full to bursting, Maggie Scar, Donna, Makenna, Charles, Andrey, Kristofer, and of course Senna. All the people who I loved but had to leave for the past month. A welcome distraction, but a distraction none the less. It's comforting to be back in the flat, there is an unusual scent here, Donna was right in that respect. Perhaps we could hunt for the source before my return to Italy.

Italy. That is inevitable, I must return. But the question I must ask is am I strong enough to resist his lure? Am I strong enough to exonerate the professional guard in me. It seems that I am to live my happiness through the eyes of others and to be content with my own company. So be it. But I still hear him on the wind and remember what he whispered into my willing ear that Sunday afternoon.....I laugh at myself. I could not hope to be near him. He belongs to Helene and she to him. I dread my return.