I can barely breathe

Sunday night, my little Oscars party was ruined by Andras.

It had certainly been a while since I had seen him. I wondered what he'd been up to?

Anywho I heard my car alarm go off. Given that my car is old as hell, the alarm is rather distinct from most of the others cars. Like an idiot my instincts took over, I grabbed one of my trench blades, and I went to check it out.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Andras picked a damn good time to attack me. I'll give him credit there. I can't speak due to laryngitis and respiratory system is inflamed so needless to say it would been a great chance to kill me. Unfortunatly for him, it's been well established that I am a stubborn son of a bitch

He attacked me like some sort of feral animal trying to stab at my with his sword but some how missing each time. I'm not sure if he was drunk or just plain insane(r than usual). I wringled out of his my corner that he had me in and  I went on the offensive. As we clashed, something unbelievable happened.

He spoke.

"You piece of shit!" his voice sounded quite young and little high for someone of his size. He sounded like he could've been a little older than me. It had a little bit of...oh dear how do I say this without getting in trouble... an ebonic dialect. It wasn't thick but it was noticable enough.

"You fucker! You trash! You're nothing!" his slashes were not as calculated and precise as they were in the last bouts we've had. He just swung wildly like a kid with stick. "What the fuck makes you so special! I've lost everything I've known and love yet you....why does the Grigori and the Boss take a liking to you! Why have gotten to live so peacefully? What makes you so goddamn special! Why do they give you fucking special treatment when you aren't even one of us!  It makes no fucking sense! I won't stand for that! "

"Look you're just kinda' rambling right now. And did you seriously come here to throw a tantrum and state shit I already know!" I barely managed to rasp out. I met him blow for blow but my body was giving out on me. My lungs felt like they were weighing me down and I was restraining myself from breaking down into a coughing fit. "I'm trying to figure out why I'm special too!" My body broke down at this point, and I staggered back as I let out hacking coughs that sounded like I've been smoking for 50 years. I was expecting a finishing blow when I looked up and saw three masked people restraining him.

All three of them were dwarfed by Andras as the one restraining Andras from behind spoke in deep voice  "What the hell do you think you are doing? This is a blatant disregard of orders."

"Fuck that! It's only going to wind up getting us killed if we keep these people alive!"

The smallest of the three stood out the most to me because of her outfit. Unlike the others who wore standard practical clothing and hoods over their heads, this blonde-haired kid wore large combat boots that seemed a little big on her as did her brown and black worn down sweater which looked better suited for Andras. She took out a needle (heh, I didn't know The Advocate had apprentices) and slipped it into Andras' arm "Ssh, you're going to say too much." the girl who barely seemed into her teens said with concern. Andras quickly calmed down, practically slumping in the arms of the man behind him.

The third turn to me and almost gave an apologetic bow. "We are very sorry about this. So..." Her voice sounded very...gentle. And I think I detected a Ukranian dialect. She seemed like she didn't know what else to say except "Have a nice night." And the three went off as I was left struggle to catch my breath.

So after all of this I'm left with confusion, 3 mysterious people, a load of questions, and, according to the doctor I visited yesterday, laryngitis.