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As much as I try to leave this place, nothing feels better than home. Despite the elders, the suitors, and all the s**t (for lack of a better word), this is home. I've lived her for 235 years, and the memories are so many that I wouldn't leave for the world.
I just returned from a meeting with the representatives of the other covens. There were a few from different Vampyre covens as well as Lycan, Demon, and even a few humans to represent their stance. After all that political discussion, I was grateful to start heading home again. The endless talk of how I'm naive for wanting peace, and how the war is a way of life was enough to drive me insane. Daemon seemed to understand, because as soon as we arrived back home he canceled the suitors for the day.
Daemon...I'll never understand that man. Everyone else sees him as "High Elder Daemon of the Ninth Coven" but all I see is my Daemon...my big brother. It's strange, because we look nothing alike. I have long black hair, fair skin, and ice blue eyes. Daemon...pretty boy that he is...has this perfect shoulder-length blonde hair, dark brown eyes that seem to melt even the hardest hearts, and...how the hell he's able to tan and I'm not is beyond me. But that's Daemon...how we have the same parents is beyond me.
It really seems that all I do lately is ramble about thing that really don't matter. I suppose it's because I really don't talk to people anymore. I try to start up a conversation and they run away screaming because I can't talk like they do. Who knows...I've been meeting people at these meetings and balls and such, perhaps someone will stay long enough to learn there's nothing to be afraid of.