From the Diary of the Slayer India Cohen: September 23rd, 1995

Kit just brought over my weapons trunk, and here's my diary. I'd forgotten all about it. I was keeping it so well hidden that I hid it from myself. We've just moved to Spain. I think I'm going to love it here. My mother has made her move back to Manila fairly permanent. We all pretend she's so busy with her career that it makes more sense for her to be there rather than here. But it hurts. I'm alone a lot. Since I'm older, my dad's not as worried about me. Sometimes I wonder if he knows about Kit being my Watcher. True to his word, Kit managed to follow me from Japan to Italy to here. I don't know how he does it. He says the amount we move is "remarkable," and he has actually wondered if my dad's ship is performing covert operations. As for Kit, my love for him has grown since we began working together. Sometimes I think my heart will burst from loving him so much. He's so handsome, and kind, and brave. There's a light in his eyes that takes my breath away. I'm certain that he knows, and that he loves me, too. We don't talk about it, but I'm positive of it. Hold on... A little while ago, Kit came to pick me up to go to a flamenco club. My dad had to go down to the ship, so I was home alone, and no questions asked. The club is outside Rota, which is where the U.S. Naval Hospital is located. I love the whitewashed buildings around here. They have tile roofs and the weather is mild. I could smell the sea- my whole life, I've smelled the sea -and there are orange groves and tomato fields everywhere. We got to Cantina de los Gitanos, a popular hangout with white walls and wood beamed ceilings, and the tables were jammed. It was smoky and everyone was drinking. The flamenco dancers were just getting started- it was eleven! -and Kit and I were jammed up against the crowd. At exactly the same time, we both had a feeling, and we turned our heads to the left. About three people over, we saw a vampire couple. He was tall, with white-blond hair, wearing a black coat and black t shirt with leather pants. She was all dolled up in a flamenco gown with a comb and black lace mantilla. She was waving her fingers and stamping her feet, and there was something in credibly.... demented about her. The blond vampire guy turned and looked straight at me. He looked startled. Then he winked at me and hustled her out of there. She was whining and smacking him. Then he whispered something to her and she stared at me. She grinned and twirled in a circle, making the most bizarre growling noises. Kit and I followed after them as best we could, but our way was deliberately barred by a bunch of Spaniards. Cigarettes, dark, flashing eyes, the Spanish guitar music- it was like some kind of movie (again with the James Bond!) We turned around and made it through the cantina, just in time to see the blond vampire trying to get the female into a low-slung black car. When she saw me she started jiggling all over. Then she fell to the ground and pointed at me shrieking and laughing. She said, "The Gatherer wants you, poor lit'l thing! It will eat you all up!" The pale blond man said, "Shut up Dru! Cecile will have our heads!" I don't know what she's talking about. but it was freaky. So, Kit said he'd research it. Then he suggested we go home, which was a drag. Except that when we got home, we walked me to the door and kissed my cheek. This was the first actual kiss between us. I think he's realizing I'm practically all grown up. We're in so much danger all the time that i want to seize the moment. I want to make love with Kit when I turn eighteen. I want to marry him. Will that get us in trouble with the Watchers Council?