VilaWolf's Random Crap

The support team at ArchiveOrg has said that I was mistakenly flagged for spam and my account will be restored.

It should be back up in a few hours. I will leave the Google Drive Link active because holy shit.... it's literally that close to loosing all of the scans. Still. I encourage you all to take my scans. All of them. Host them on any site you want as long as you freely share it.

Take it. Host it. Share it. This stuff belongs to all of us.

And of course I forgot to embed it.

A Hint of what I've been working on just for shits and giggles.

Prolog

Abe looked over the glass of blood  in front of him just as the vampire across from the table did the same. 

Neither were the typical pour, especially in a private and secured, they had checked over the residence so that they would not have to pretend. Abraham’s glass was filled with hospital blood … acquired a month or so before it went off. As often as he was whispered about, being a ‘Vegan Vampire’, unwilling to drink cow but just as unwilling to bite. He would consume only blood that had been willingly given. The vampire detective, so much older than himself, yet the feeling he got from the elder was someone maybe only as much as 30 years his senior, turned. 

He had a thought as they happened to catch each other’s eye.

“I wonder what the bet is between Adam and LaCroix.” 

Nick eyed the younger vampire, though he could sense he was one, the man before him felt freshly turned, younger than Don, but already a century old. He almost smiled at the comment before lifting his glass for a sip. His held cow blood. The ‘Vegetarian Vampire’, as so many had teased him through the years. They both had a bottle near them, so that they might refresh their drinks as needed. 

They had chosen a relatively neutral location for this little sit down. Though they both had a friend in the next room of their AirBnB, Schanke and Henry were probably having their own conversations. In their introductions, admittedly brief, the four men had shaken hands, restating that they only had the rental for the weekend and should this go on longer they would have to make other arrangements. 

Both had already been told something of the other by their masters in the nights prior to this meeting. 

Abraham’s reputation had made him something of a boogey-man in their community, a hunter who had devastated an entire generation of vampires during a war, only to then become a vampire and somehow not destroy himself. Few questioned that part of the story, though there was more than some skepticism that he was, in fact, the former president and had continued to work in secret for his government.

Nicholas’ long reputation for working closely with and defending the humans was not unlike Henry. Although, as far as anyone knew, Nicholas had never trained a hunter. He had always been rather stubborn and far too willful to follow any rule that he did not agree with. But was always deeply principled, reliable, and of course Adam had thought it all amusing that everyone was shocked that a crusader was questing. 

Abraham spoke again. “I understand that we have a lot in common, aside from our drinks. Adam thinks this is all rather amusing, but he is easily bored and we both seem to be walking cliches. A hunter turned vampire and a knight who won't stop questing. While I do appreciate a joke, even at my expense, it does gloss over a lot. Anyway, I believe we have met before today, though it was brief.”

That caught Nick’s attention 

“Have we? When was that?”

“Long enough ago that I was still a hunter back then. You were a doctor. Even if Henry hadn’t told me you were with the Union, I wouldn’t have done anything. I had already calmed down, quite a bit.”

Nick set his glass down and looked at the man, only to find those blue eyes looking back at him.  The memory of that evening was chaotic. The men, already stressed, didn't quite know what to make of it when the President had spent the afternoon cutting firewood with them. They said that he had even brought his own axe. The meeting between them had been brief, a  handshake and quick few words before the human was ushered away., something about needing to catch a train. 

Abraham had a momentary look of interest at the other’s reaction. He had heard that some of their kind could have powerful moments of recollection, though this seemed to be a rather brief example. Neither he nor his Maker could do such things, though. He raised his glass and took a rather large drink of it as Nick frowned. 

“Deja Moo?’ Abraham offered. The frown turned to something else. At least the Detective now seemed interested to have this conversation. ‘Sorry.’ Abe continued ‘That’s just what I call it when we realize that we have seen this shit before. It’s a bit of a dad joke.”

Nick gave a half smile and looked over at the man in front of him. 

“I’m sorry. I just find it hard to believe that you are Abraham Lincoln, and that the president was a vampire hunter.”

Abe almost laughed. 

“I should be surprised that so many have the same reaction, though Henry did a very good job at hiding the reality of my life.”

Nick leaned forward, wanting to see how far this would go. 

“Can I ask why you look so different?”

“Henry had a very complicated life and has learned certain skills from his closeness to Adam. One of these things is how to use vampire blood to cure illness. I was very ill in my early 30s. The historians still debate what it was. Henry feared that I would not recover and used this cure. It is very dangerous if prepared incorrectly and very often causes more damage than it can repair. When done well, there are no to very few side effects and I was able to live a normal life. After I was turned, what trace amount remained in my body… sort of woke up. I was restored to the point of first exposure. It was not a pleasant experience, especially on top of turning.”

Henry sat at the coffee table with a book perfectly willing to ignore the young vampire on the couch for as long as he could. Though he assumed he could not maintain his peace of mind for long.  He had been warned that Donald seemed to be a very upfront person, a trait that could be disarming if one wasn't prepared for it. This directness, however, was a skill Donald had meticulously refined throughout his career as a detective. 

He understood the nuances of human behavior, if he realized it on a conscious level or not, and could leverage his own open and approachable demeanor to draw information. He was the quintessential "Good Cop," capable of building rapport quickly, making even the most guarded individuals feel comfortable enough to speak freely. This wasn't about manipulation for him, though. It was about genuine empathy. He knew that an honest and straightforward approach, when applied with skill and experience, could be far more effective than any intricate deception.

The detective stood and walked around the room, looking at this or that. “I know this is supposed to be a private thing, but who lives like this? I thought there was a rule that you had to actually live in the place for it to be an AirBnB? I mean, I’ve seen motel rooms that were more lived in than this, and I mean the pay by the hour kind.”

He opened the fridge, completely empty except for the bottles of blood that they had brought. Cabinets? Empty. Under the sink? Empty. Not even hand soap let alone dish soap, or pods for the dishwasher. There was a washer and dryer on the next floor, where Nick and Abe were talking. But even that had been left with no supplies. Don had been half amazed that there was toilet paper in the bathrooms. 

Henry had stopped reading and looked over his book, watching the young vampire look around for his third turn of the place. 

Don picked up the small bagged loaf of banana bread and reread the welcome card for the third time, looking at Henry

“How do they expect people to eat this without forks or a way to cut it?” 

Henry gave a sigh.

“I would expect it to be in the rental agreement that one would bring their own cutlery and plates. This is not exactly an AirBnB, but a private rental. I believe the owner lives in Seattle and this is their vacation home, managed by a professional company in their absence.”

Don looked over to Henry. 

“So the Owner has to rent their own place and bring their own dishes? Come on! Look around.”

Henry lowered his book, offering the detective a measured look over the top of the pages.

“It serves our needs well enough, Donald. We have the seclusion we require. If the accommodations seem sparse, consider it a deliberate choice rather than an oversight.” 

Don looked at this man for a long moment.

“Are you implying that this rental is vampire owned?”

Henry looked at the detective in front of him for a long moment.  “Not at all. But I will say that the humans have been copying our safehouse arrangements, and perhaps … to some marketing extent …. Adam had been encouraging this. At least at first. Now, however … I will say that Adam is quite uncomfortable at how far the humans have taken the idea. 

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After an absurd amount of money, I was able to recover 75% (roughly) of the failed hard drive.

My dad died in February and standard life decided to pile on.

However... as some of you have already noticed, I was able to access the google Docs version of The Crusader and uploaded it. Yes, my adhd addled ass forgot to PROPERLY fill out the paperwork for the museum donation and it bounced back. I have the physical stuff in a closet while I contact a specialist who can actually help my do this right this time.

In the meantime: I did obtain a rather interesting copy of one of the scripts that has not been archived. you can view and download it here:

And yes. I am serious about the bounty. 40 USD if you scan and upload any of the missing scripts. Contact me at vilawolf@gmail with your upload link and I'll get you paid.

Guys... we are SO Close to getting the entire show up that it's not even funny. We've done such amazing work so far... Current Short List - the scripts that the Bounty applies to:

202 A Fate Worse Than Death

203 Stranger than Fiction

204 Bad Blood

205 Forward into the Past

206 Capital Offense

207 Hunted

208 Faithful Followers

209 Undue Process

211 Can’t Run, Can’t hide

213 Amateur Night

214 Beyond the Law

215 The Fix

216 The Fire Inside

217 Blood Money

218 Partners of the Month

219 Queen of Harps

220 A More Permanent Hell

221 The Code

222 Curiouser and Curiouser

223 Near Death

224 Baby, Baby

225 Close Call

226 Crazy Love

301 Black Buddha pt 1

302 Black Buddha pt 2

303 Outside the Lines

304 Blackwing

306 My Boyfriend is a Vampire

307 Hearts of Darkness

308 Trophy Girl

309 Let No Man Tear Asunder

311 Sons of Belial

313 Fever

314 Death of Night

318 Fallen Idol

319 Jane Doe

I have begun archiving and creating citations for the Revenant journal over on the Shoebox of Unhealthy Obsession Wikia.

I also have a good 25 cards from various sources as I crib note sources (irl on the ysual 5x9 index cards, but it'll be properly cited on the wikia) but for those who have the link for the scans of the Shoebox... click update.

As well as a whole bunch of notes that I need to type up. The Deeming page is due for an update, let's just say.