Gold Hair and Lightning

My favorite series ever was Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I have seen every episode of both. Little did I know that a slayer heart was in me. It begun to beat in Muncie. My slayer quality came from a bastard fathering of me by a Nazi general. All Nazi's were vampiric, but it was inmagery. The drink of ritual was kool aid before its time. My ring of masters began with an intersection with a police vampire (American vampiric) named Chris in Carmel, IN. He was working on a new type of serial killer project. He would tunnel through, identify gifts, guide and direct towards kill and places of cleanup, and kept their MO's solid. His heritage was full on Irish king. He followed me to Muncie where we began a telepathic affair after I contacted him at the Carmel PD station one month later. He was not in my view until then. Once in my vicinity, I realized that he was a black operative for the US government. It may sound like a plotline, but it was just a daily reality that I dealt with along with other concerns in the vicinity. Law enforcement stalked me so bad, becoming mommy, daddy, arrow and king. Some Buffy imagery came through and so I addressed myself as Hopey the Vampire Slayer and they got away. I have contacted James Masters (Spike) once with a gift of written artistry, but no one else from these serieses. I then met Nickolai (Russian vampiric) at a bar named Coaches in Indy, and we shared a pleasant night together. He noticed that I, to him, had no reflection in the mirror, and thus he jumped back and stayed away. The swirling came together with the meeting of the Line Deputy (Czeck vampiric) in a Marion County holding facility. He is, and was, my number one mark on the planet. His case would be classed black op and US ARMY sharpshooter core in conjunction with police. It is complicated because he is my first actual sire, he is firmly imbedded in law enforcement, and he only sees me. Chris and then Nickolai then sired me in a cell after him. My main blood tie and syphoning is to this Line Deputy, Matt. He has enough blood support, naturally, to hold ink in his arm for a black cross forearm tatoo. The Line Deputy brushed my hand, on purpose, as he cuffed me before court. Around this day, he will realize my buddhist rinpoche energy. I do for the world, myself, and for the system of family. Matt has none. He just mystically appeared in Judge Collins's courtroom completely in the buff one day. They created a good sized chamber for him on that floor. No one else can see. He has complete privacy, except for the things he does to and through me. I wear the ring. I bare the cross. Freedom is on the horizon. Coming forward is your treason on all nations around me.