Monuments in Flesh and Blood

September 8, 1988
Dear Diary,
I finally found out my purpose in life and my place in this decaying world: to crush the spoilers and corrupters of this once beautiful and innocent planet. Who are those you may ask? The violators and despoilers are many. The homids, who throw filth into the air with their evil machinery, dump sludge into the water killing all myriad of life forms and tearing up the ground to make way for their rotten, stinking buildings. But the homids are not the only ones raping and pillaging this poor planet. Other evils exist; those who watch behind the scenes, taking advantage of the homids’ evil doings and relishing in their own power and greed, the Leeches. Leeches enjoy what is happening to this world and take delight in the decay and corruption of the once beautiful world that surrounded us. They are the corrupters, the enemy; enemies to the diseased Mother Gaia. They must be stopped at all costs. To kill your enemy, you must know everything about him, hence the power of knowledge. But to destroy your enemy, you have to know them and my enemy is an enigma.

From The Diary of Nikolai Sebastiane Danov
Date Unknown

My Dearest Lavinia,
You’ve laid before me the most formidable task of being a guardian to your children, Detlev and Tatiana. Not even you could have seen what would happen, but Lavinia, the most unnatural love has developed between them and I don’t know if it is my place to interfere. I’m sure that even from the time she was born Detlev became devoted to her. Since their arrival here in Chicago they’ve lived together at least until she has reached the age of her First Change and she had to be presented to her tribe. I thought the two of them were the picture of innocence at first. Then, when she turned sixteen and she began developing, their behavior had become less than innocent.
Saturday afternoons at early evening when the sun was just starting to disappear from sight and the sky took on a pinkish golden hue, the moon would start to make her appearance large and full in the late afternoon Spring; it was the time Detlev and Tatiana would sneak off together into the woods. There was a large rock and a lake near-by and a field of tall grass. It was on a Saturday such as this that I decided to see for myself what mischief they were getting into. I knew it was wrong of me to spy on them but my curiosity got the better of me. I would frequently go on my patrols between Chicago and Gary, IN in my rat form; it made it easier for me to get to places unnoticed. I thought it would be useful for this piece of covert operation. In rat form, I had no problem finding them following their scent through the grass, and I climbed the nearest tree by the rock and I climbed out onto a branch overhead where I got a bird’s eye view of everything.
They were lying in the grass on their sides facing one another. They had taken their shirts off and he was touching her breasts. She was caressing his cheek. They were speaking to one another softly in German but I couldn’t make out too well what they were saying, but I knew it was love talk. They were so much in love; I could see it in their eyes. I saw her stand up and turned, facing Detlev still lying on the grass, sitting up slightly. Tatiana had become a stunningly beautiful girl. I couldn’t help getting the feeling I was looking at you. Her actions even reminded me of you as I watched her pull up her skirt and dropped her petticoats at her feet.
“What are you doing, you vixen?” Detlev asked, grinning.
“You’ll see,” She giggled, teasing him as her panties soon went to join her petticoats. She undid the button and zipper in back of her skirt and let that fall to the grass. She stood naked before Detlev. “Well? What do you think?”
“I’m thinking you are a fetching beauty.”
“Do you want me?” She asked seductively, as she played with her bare nipples.
“Do you have to even ask? You know I do. I’d risk my life right now for one blissful night with you.”
“Well, if you want me, you have to catch me.” Laughing, she took off into the woods and he took off after her and I followed. Her laughter was echoing through the trees. We saw a brown and black jackal on a rise ahead of us. She turned to look at us, her emerald green eyes shining in the moonlight.
“Tatiana, tonight you’re mine, my Princess. Oh, my beautiful queen, I shall have you yet.”
He had no idea what a hilarious pun he had just made. I saw him undo his pants and slide them off. I watched him transform into a large black wolf. I saw she was still there watching him.
“Catch me if you can lover!” She teased as she took off again.
He bounded after her with twice the speed of a normal wolf. He could easily overtake her, yet she was quick as well and as they neared a clearing, the full moon reflecting on the lake they faced each other. Tatiana the jackal went up to Detlev the wolf to nuzzle his neck.
“Recognizing your defeat, my love?” he said to her.
“Yes, I’m yours. I’m forever ruled by you.”
I watched in shocked silence as Detlev came around behind her, rising up on his hind legs, mounting her; his front paws resting on her shoulders as he entered her. I heard her let out a small yelp and squeal as he penetrated her and began humping her. They were like that for a time until they transformed back into their human guises and hugged and kissed, and laughing proceeded then to make love in the moonlight on the banks of the lake. It was almost heartbreaking to witness the obvious passion they had for one another.
Lavinia, the Prophecy is cruel. Detlev and Tatiana are in love and they deserve to be happy. There is no love crueler and more brutal to the psyche than the one that is unrequited. And this we had firsthand knowledge of, did we not?
As I returned to my haven and transformed back into my human guise, with the images of what I had seen playing over in my mind, seeing the love my two adopted children had for one another, I began to question whether I had the right to discourage their relationship. It was one that had developed over many years I was sure. I saw too many parallels between the love Detlev and Tatiana had for one another and the love we had shared. Oh, sweet Lavinia, I need your guidance more than ever. Should their love end as tragically as ours did? I knew as you went to your death, you had my name on your lips as the icy hand of Death came for you. I knew even then at that moment you still loved me. I still weep for you my love. Oh, please let it not be so that the love Detlev and Tatiana share meet with the same cruel fate. I will pray that Gaia will show them mercy for their hearts’ desires. I then decided, Lavinia, to leave them be. Let destiny and fate plot their course.