Christopher "Kit" Bothwell

Danielle's mother's been hanging around since she might turn evil and psychotic and start causing a zombie apocalypse. I think that her hanging around here with us makes it just a matter of time,really. This place has more ways to piss the unwary off. I mean, first, she could find out about Kevin and Danielle... or Andrew or Bambi could drive her slowly nuts. Ah well, she's a good drinking buddy.

Been talking to India a lot, in Tamara's body. Kind of hard, but kind of good too.. because at least I don't feel so lonely. Warren is almost done with her body.. the hard part will be anchoring the spirit to it. I think I've got a way to do it worked out. Hopefully, it'll all be well. I'm optimistic about something for the first time in a long time, so yeah. Here's hoping it really does work out the way I've got it planned.

Yeah, things have been okay lately. Been casting some spells here and there to help out, training Ming now and again... thinking of India.

I get to talk to her, every now and then, when Tamara isn't too busy with things. Lately, hasn't been much. I'm getting a bit impatient with the whole waiting to see if Warren can build her a robotic body. I have a feeling that the little sci boy is just dicking me around, and it might come down to me going over there and shaking him down a bit to get him to work faster. Either that, or doing something rash... something a bit more risky. In addition to the research I've been doing for the group (they're still, in the background, though there's other things going on- working on a way to get the djinn back to being caged), I've been looking up some spells that might help me communicate with her better... or even... bring her back.

We're talking dark magics here, things that shouldn't be messed with. I'm not sure I want to fall that far from grace... but how can I just leave her between places... alone?

I think I need a drink.

I spoke to her...

Her ghost, in Tamara's body... but still... we spoke. I talked to her again, and I told her.. I told her how much I loved her. She said that she was afraid... that she wasn't sure where she'd been, but it had been empty. She said that she was glad that I was alright, because she would have given her soul to save me.

Her soul.

I told her that I would give anything for her to be with me again... let her know about the plan I had with Warren's robot-building. She warned me that such a thing would surely bring consequences, but I told her that I was fully willing to accept whatever happens. And I am. Anything that happens.. it'll be worth it to have her with me. India warned me not to destroy the world, or California or anything, because we needed someplace to live. My India... that's my girl.

Soon everything will be better again. All will be well.

You know... what I had planned for yesterday was to hang out, watch TV, maybe give Mari a bath. I didn't expect to get called to arms, so to speak, and to mount up on one of the motorcycles and rush towards the scene of a potential apocalypse. This apparently seems to be a fairly common occurrence in Sunnydale. Go figure.

Part of the 'fun' last night was watching Tamara fight Faith, and then later... thinking about how much time had passed between now and the time of my India. Not so long in years, really... but.. a world away...

So many slayers between then and now... Buffy, Kendra, Faith, Tamara and Bambi... and with the death of Faith last evening, one wonders if another has already been called. 1996... seven years ago now. Where did the time go? The past seven years all seem so empty without her,

Been drinking since I got up this morning, as if somehow that's going to make it better. I don't know why I start out thinking that- that a drink or two is just going to miraculously wash away all the tears I've ever cried for her. Then two drinks turns into a bottle or two, and next thing you know, I'm on the floor and sobbing again, and there's fresh tears and the grief is raw all over again.

They lied when they said it would get better, with time. All the people that offered me sympathy... just kind little platitudes. They didn't know anything at all...

It still hurts.. it's hurt ever damn minute of every damned day for the past seven years. Seven times seventy years and it'll still hurt the very same.

I don't know why I set myself up like this... for the inevitable disappointment. After we ran into this incredible robot the other night, very AI, very realistic... I had an odd hope that the creator might help me with India. I went to see him- fellow named Warren Meers- and he said that for the right price he could build me the robotic body. The spirit, however,would be up to me- he just created artificial replicas of personality, not the actual resurrection of a person.

So I tried to get Tamara ( she's a natural spirit medium) to help. She said she'd need something of India's, and to have someone cast a spell of summoning the spirit.Because Danielle wasn't around... Andrew attempted it. Nothing happened, of course. Nothing ever does.

Oh, and then next day, I got to cast and find a demon. Joy. Much research ensues.

Here I am in Sunnydale, doing what I said I'd never do again. Active duty. Yeah, I've been a 'consultant' for the past six years or so- been called in to work the magic mojo on an incident or two- but mostly, I've been staying away from the whole business. And collecting a nice paycheck Since India died, I haven't had much of a desire to immerse myself in the wonderful world of the council. Slayers have come and gone since India... I have heard of them, but haven't looked too far into it. To think too far on it would be to have to force myself to realize the finality of her death. Yet here I am, in Sunnydale- on active duty again after six years. The girl I'm assigned to is a Potential- her name is Ming. Nice enough girl, I suppose-- she's from China, but she seems to be getting a good handle on the language already. Her defense could use some work, though she's got a strong enough offense, really. Have to teach her some weaponwork and technique.

The group is remarkably well-organized, they've got a house that looks like a small castle- and almost as equally fortified. The only thing they're lacking is a solid magical protection- which I'll be happy to provide. I haven't met the group's spellcaster yet- she's suffered some sort of personal loss - aunt or uncle or something. I expect that I'll start teaching her- even though she's not my assignment, it's part of that whole strengthening of the group affair. They seem to be nice people with a healthy smattering of fucked up issues here and there- which means I should fit in just fine. The house (which is called the Last Resort, due to the group calling themselves The Last), has a specious interior with two floors, huge underground basement and a sub-basement 'fall-out'" shelter area that they have dubbed the "Apocalypse Shelter". There's an area where the band practices- and the werewolf is chained at 'those times of the month', dormitory style rooms with bunkbeds for when they have to shelter large groups, a lounge/mini-kitchen type area, bathroom, and many full rooms- one of which is mine. I've been spending my time unpacking today- got my picture of India and I in Spain up on the wall, my assorted books on the bookshelf, my sheets on the bed , my clothes in the drawer, and my weapons on the rack. So it's going well.

Met some of my interesting fellow basement dwellers last night- Clem and Marie. Clem is a friendly Sherpei demon, and Marie is a vampire who doesn't fear crosses and is rather meek and mild. She was sired by a former-priest-turned-vampire that the group fought, who wanted to purge the world of the taint of humanity and bring about the second coming or some such. She's an interesting anomaly... I'm very curious about her. Also last night, I went out on patrol. Because of the two Slayers and large group, they split up and alternate nights. This night, the group I went with was lead by the rather blonde slayer Bambi and her Watcher Marcus. Also in the group were Xavier- a Sunnydale PD officer, Sian - his girlfriend and the group's doctor, and Margaret- the English chick that the incredibly gay Andrew is apparently having relations with. I was told that this particular patrol group usually also included Andrew and Steve, who were at some sort of party at the time. The other patrol group, therefore, is Tamara, Spike, the Albrights (Cory and Hannah), Danielle and Kevin, Julius and Ming. When I observe the strengths and weaknesses of the patrol groups, I may have some recommendations for a better organization. Eh. We'll see.

Oh.. the one thing that pisses me of slightly- no smoking in the house. What kind of rule is that? Going outside to smoke makes me feel like an errant child sneaking one of mommy's cigs. Oy.