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Dominic suggests that I give up my old life and fully commit to the new one in order to become adjusted to the new one more quickly. It seems that he believes it is a given that I will develop his characteristics. He believes that I was destined to be a hunter and that there is no use in settling for mediocrity in any endeavor.

Last night I went out on a hunt for a deer. It was a stag because it was the one that was making the greatest noise by rubbing its antlers against the branches of the trees and issuing a challenge to the other males. I drank its blood.

When I go over this journal, all I can think of is how I was looking for anything, namely a location that I could call home. However, this is not the case. This brand new life is not the one. If I start to feel more at home here, it scares me to think of who I'll become.

I pray to God that I won't pass out.

The barn owl seems to be nearly all white, particularly when it opens its wings and allows you to see it from above.
can look through to the other side. It seems to be more golden when seen from behind. It bears just a trace of gold around the edge of the face. It is looking at me right now because I am making sounds and trying not to weep, and it is gazing at me because of this.

It's odd that I'm still capable of shedding tears. I suppose witches are the ones that are unable to.

Outside, snowflakes had begun to fall. I am encircling myself with my cloak and drawing it closer.

Elizabeth nestled the little book close to her body and brought the plush black velvet of the cloak up to her chin as she wrapped it closer about her. The only sound that could be heard in the barn was the soft, shallow breathing of the animals who were sleeping there. Outside, soundless snowflakes floated down from the sky, enveloping everything in a hush that seemed to mute the earth. Elizabeth gazed at it with eyes that could not see, and she hardly noticed the tears that were running down her cheeks as she did so.

As the last bell sounded, Alaric addressed the class and said, "And could Denis McCullough and Caroline Forbes kindly remain after class for a minute."


Katherine made a frowning face, which became even more pronounced when she saw Vickie Bennett lingering outside the history room's open door with her eyes looking timid and terrified. He told Denis in an ominous tone, "I'll be waiting outside," and Denis responded by nodding his head. She gave him a look of repentance in response to his eyebrows being raised in a warning manner by him. The glance meant to not let me get away with saying something I'm not allowed to say.

Katherine made a frowning face, which became even more pronounced when she saw Vickie Bennett lingering outside the history room's open door with her eyes looking timid and terrified. He told Denis in an ominous tone, "I'll be waiting outside," and Denis responded by nodding his head. She gave him a look of repentance in response to his eyebrows being raised in a warning manner by him. The glance meant to not let me get away with saying something I'm not allowed to say.

As he was leaving, Vickie Bennett was walking in, so he had to get out of the way so she could enter. However, doing so brought him directly into the path of Matt, who had just exited the other door and was attempting to make his way as quickly as possible along the hallway.

Without giving it any thought, Katherine grasped his arm. "Matt, wait."

Matt commanded with a raised fist, "Let off of me." He seemed to be perplexed as he gazed at it, as if he was uncertain as to why he should be so angry. On the other hand, every muscle in his body was working to resist Katherine's hold.

"Excuse me, but I need to speak with you for just a moment. Is that okay?"

Matt responded, "I don't have a minute," and finally, his eyes, which were a lighter and less complex shade of blue than Elizabeth's, met Katherine's. "I'm sorry," Katherine murmured. But there was a hollowness in the depths of eyes that reminded Katherine of the appearance of someone who had been hypnotized, or the look of someone who was under the control of some Power.

But it was just Matt's own thinking, he suddenly knew; there was no other Power involved. In this case,
what happened to the human brain when it was confronted with something that it just couldn't handle on any level. Matt had powered down, turned off his computer.
During the testing, Katherine said, "About what transpired on Saturday night-"

Matt's eyes were like a castle built of denial. "I don't know what you're talking about. Look, I said I had to leave, darn it." Matt's denial was like a stronghold. But Katherine had to give it another go.

"Your anger is understandable; if I were in your position, I'd be just as incensed as you are, and I am aware of the reason why.
It's like you don't want to think, which is understandable given how much thinking can drive you insane "Matt was making a head shaking motion, and Katherine was looking around the corridor. He was desperate, and the almost empty room made him eager to take a chance on anything. He spoke more quietly than before. "But I thought at least you'd be interested to hear that Elizabeth is awake and that she's considerably better,"

Matt yelled out, grabbing everyone's attention in the hallway with his announcement that Elizabeth had passed away. He continued, oblivious to the people watching them, and pushed Katherine hard while saying, "And I told you to let go of me!" It was so unexpected that Katherine stumbled back against the lockers, almost ending up sprawled on the ground. He gazed at Matt, but Matt never even glanced back as he walked down the corridor. The man continued to stare at Matt.

Simply looking at the wall for the remaining time before Denis came in was how Katherine passed the time. When the girls walked out of the room, there was a billboard there advertising the Snow Dance, and he was familiar with every detail of it.

Katherine discovered that he was unable to conjure up any animosity for Caroline, despite everything that she had attempted to do to him and Elizabeth as a result of their relationship. Her auburn hair seemed to be fading, and her face was pinched. He believed that instead of having a willowy stance, she seemed to have a wilted one.