The Journal of Daniel Frost

July 16th

We all met at Mrs. Danford's barbeque. I let everyone know what I saw about the guy who made off with Karol. I was a little surprised when they didn't just brush me off like the police did. After all, seeing someone pick up a fully grown human and jump a fence and climb a building, while carrying them is a little far fetched, but it's the truth. Apparently Mrs. Danford's husband knew about guys like Gabe (the creep) when he was alive. See, Gabe looked weird, not human. Mr Danford's books identified him as an honest to god Vampire. Weird, huh? We knew we had to find Karol so we went out right away, well, after some research and shopping. Joe actually tracked him across the roof tops. That, is pretty awesome. Unfortunately, due to an unfortunate, uh, decision, the trail was lost, be we were able to find his hidey hole just as the sun was setting. Joe, James, Oz and I went into the abandoned building that Gabe was holed up in. What followed was a real cluster fuck. I will say this, Vampires do not like fire. We had some Aerosol flame throwers that worked pretty well. Once Gabe went down, I remembered a note from Mr. Danford's notes. Look for the rot. The notes also stated that decapitation is an effective method of elimination. I, uh, cut off Gabe's head. He shriveled up and actually looked like a long dead corpse. We found Karol, along with 2 other young women and we got them to the hospital. I will say this for Gabe, he hit hard. I'm going to be a little stiff for a while.

July 31st

We helped Mrs. Danford look in her husband's work shop in her basement. We found some strange things. Weapons made of silver, and other strange things, like rock salt of all things. Jo found out her dad used to hunt with Mr. Danford. She was a little upset, especially when she found out that Joe was the one that filled the odd cartridges. She had me take her out and show her the rudiments of parkour. That was a lot of fun, and I have to admit, she hasn't gotten any less attractive over the years. She also showed me how to use the crossbow we found in the basement, and she must be a great teacher, cause using it just seemed to come naturally.

August 13th

I slept great, not long thanks to my late night session with Jo. No not that kind, unfortunately. I taught her the rudiments of Parkour. I realized something while doing it to. I'm a gymnist. A damn good one. Why am I just working as a courier when I could be teaching people gymnastics. I'm sure the pay would be better, and I have enough of a name I should be able to attract students.

Then I found out. One of the women we rescued, Magdalena, died and became a vampire. I would have tried helping to find her, but I was stuck downtown all day waiting for packages to deliver… I need a better job. Maybe, if I can start teaching, we can finally get ahead financially. If I can do that, maybe I could finally afford to take Jo out to dinner, if she'll go that is. *sigh*

Of course, right now we're all in a church, with 4 vampires. One, Magdalena, doesn't know what's going on, the other three want to kill us. So I suppose before I can get a new job and take Jo to dinner, we all need to survive.

August 27th

We survived. That crossbow is one fine piece of machinery. It takes forever to load, though. Maybe a bow and arrow would be faster. Anyway, we lived and the vampires died, again. Jo and Oz got hurt, though, and spent some time recovering in the hospital. I wish I could tell you more about the fight, it was truly epic, but it happened very fast and I don't remember everything. We're all alive, that's what matters.

January 14th

Well, a lot has happened in the last couple months. I'm not doing as much carrier right now as I've actually started teaching people parkour. I can't believe people are actually driving in to Detroit as a "platform rich environment". For the first time I actually have money. Not much, but the bills are paid and I can afford a little splurge. Speaking of which, I found this awesome little figurine of a ship made out of old World War II bullet casings at an antique shop. I bought it for about $10 cause it made me think of Jo. I tried to give it to her in person, but she's been real busy lately. So, I just left it with Joe at the gun shop for her. However busy she's been, though, she still came to my birthday. Even if she had to leave early, it was nice of her to come. Mike was there and he didn't bring me anything, though I'm pretty sure he's the one that left those shoes in my bedroom. If he is, he definitely used his five-fingered discount, so I'm not going to wear them, in case he gets caught and needs to return them. They are some expensive shoes. Somehow Jo and I ended talking about them, and I came up with some story about thinking they were made by elves. Le Sigh, if she didn't like me before, thinking I'm an idiot definitely isn't going to help, but I can't rat out my friend like that. He's been with me through everything. To top all this off, I need to find out why Oz keeps giving me and Mrs Danford weird looks.

March 25th

I have no idea what is happening any more. Let's see. In the last few weeks, I've started studying MMA, which I'm actually not to bad at, in order to make it easier to clean up the streets. I find out that Jo is the one that bought me those expensive shoes, which is awesome. I start thinking that maybe she likes me back. That feels good, because she was so busy for a while, I was starting to think she was avoiding me. Well, now I know better. She took me to see her cop friend, who was cool, but her dog was... intense. Okay! So I ended up in the fetal position crying like a little girl, reliving the day I saw Jo coming out of that club. Not a good day to remember. Not only do hope she never finds out I saw her like that, I don't particularly like remembering the beating that set back my career.

Anyway, Jo was pretty cool in getting her friend to show us the coroner's report for a death we heard about that seemed a bit weird. We ended up doing a whole bunch of research, at which I'm about as useful as an appendix. I look like I should have some function, but no one can guess what it is. Anyway, wiser minds think we're looking at the work of something called a cryptid, which to me sounds like another way of saying "we don't know what it is". Anyway we find out about a second death, and decide to check it out. We have some decidedly strange hobbies these days. While we're examining the second scene, from a distance as the police have the area blocked off, it seems pretty obvious to me that this is the act of a group, probably one of the more vicious gangs. I was wrong, and unfortunately made a huge ass of myself insisting I wasn't. I was apparently loud enough, that a police woman, and a police dog noticed and came over. That's right, Jo's friend, and now Jo is in trouble. Because of me.

If it wasn't for the fact that we actually found, the Sewer beast, and killed it, I would wish the last few days never happened. You see, as if weeping like a school girl, making an ass of myself, and getting Jo in trouble with her cop friend wasn't bad enough. I asked her out right before heading into the Sewer. At the time I was thinking that we could very literally die in the next couple hours, and I kinda wanted her to know I liked her, as I've never really said so. Anyway, it was a really bad idea, as evidenced by the fact that she didn't even bother to answer, just yelled at me for asking... Yeah, I should definitely back off. Go back to admiring from afar. Nothing's ever happened, and I don't anything's likely to. After all, she was my baby sitter. Sure there's only 3 years between us, but clearly I'm still that kid she knew. You know, I don't think I've ever been this mixed up about someone I wasn't nor had ever been in a relationship with. I just hope Jo will let me pretend I never actually asked her out.