The Great White {Journal}

[Marian Merchant]

January Second. Two Thousand And Sixteen.

I fed from a junkie recently. His blood was bitter. It felt strange. It was of a different taste than that which I normally find myself feeding on. I had to feed quickly, as I do believe he noticed the dandelions attempting to sprout as I walked along the grass to get to him. It is a shame that I had to kill him, though I will not risk exposure. I have had that happen far too many times in the past. I will need to prepare a kit, in further feedings, in case they come to these circumstances again, in which I must hide the body. Perhaps Jesse may be able to assist me with obtaining the correct items. I did not have much to condense the evidence, except for the axe that I had purchased in the auctions. I wonder if there is an aura about me that set the junkie off, as well as the weeds. It is still a quite peculiar event, that my steps on the grass will sprout weeds. Maybe the winter weather will dampen this effect.

I will have to write here more often, to put my questions here and remove them from my mind. I have had too many, though with my slumber, I assume the most obvious ones have slipped my mind. There are things I will need to discuss with Jesse, I suppose. Perhaps he can assist me with materials for better hacking within the computers. Or maybe I can find a lucky break, and find somebody that is also looking and we can search together. Until then, I will make due with these low grade programs.