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It has been awhile since I sat and wrote. Not sure if it has been a time constraint or merely that i have not had much to say. It has been a long few weeks... minutes have turned into hours...days into weeks. Time has slipped so quickly from my grasp that it is hard to even recall what day it is.

My days are spent in the sewers..hunting and killing. I have begun to take great pleasure in death and having one die at my hand. i suppose it is the darkness that Trahir spoke of... it surely has made its way into my soul. Thing is... it serves a purpose. As a human we have the ego to protect us..it helps us to think without emotion..it is the red devil on our shoulder. The ego is a powerful part of the human psyche... more so than any other part. The issue is that sometimes our ego takes over. It begins to run our lives...protecting us from everything. With this protection comes a loss of our humanity and basically a loss of ourselves. Some are better at fighting the ego... keeping it at bay. Others..so many others let it consume them...it drives them. This is the state of humanity...egos protecting from things that could even be contsrued as positives. It is like it does not want to relinquish control once it has it. So humans go through their lives thinking they are living while they are actually far from that. They are merely existing...

This holds true for the darkness as well... it may not be a driving force like the ego... but it certainly tries to protect. How else could i do as I do...kill without remorse..without feeling. It is easy and becoming easier. Then issue is the targets that I have been killing are too easy... I crave new ones and not ones that give no challenge. I have formed a list in my head... a ist of targets.
Some will die easily... some will take more time. It will all come in time.

More time has passed since I have written. It is amusing, an immortal being that always runs out of time. Is this even possible? Walking around during the night, but never seeming to have enough time to complete your list of to-dos. I have always written lists..and felt a sense of pleasure each time that I checked something off of said list. As of late, my list has gotten longer but time has grown shorter.

I did meet some new people, ones like me. This was a goal of mine, to make my own way for a bit and spread my proverbial wings. As of late, I have met two vampires..each have made quite an impression upon me. They both have filled up quite a bit of my time, which is both a plus and a minus.

Grant Stonehouse, the name says it all. He is a tailored suit wearing egotist...exactly the type I USE to date as a human. We met in the catacombs as I was dissecting a zombie. I do not know how long he was watching me...could have been since the kill was made. He actually walks around without a weapon..who does that? Who also wears Chanel in the damn sewers? It is not like you would want to date anyone that traverses the sewer tunnels...or maybe zombies are his type, who knows.

What is apparent, is that Grant has something I want...knowledge. I am looking to expand my horizons and learn the art of breaking and entering. Killing has become mundane to me...killing zombies, at least. They are easy targets...so very easy. I want a new high..and I am hoping that Grant brings me this.

The other person that I have met, is Myk. He is an odd one...white hair, pewter eyes and he dresses in drag. He surely is an oddity...but there is something about him that is fascinating. There is also something that makes me feel safe with him. I do not think he is an opportunist. I do believe that he is genuinely kind… this is something new to me. A kind vampire that has no ulterior motives...such a rarity. I look forward to spending more time with him..he definitely brings out a nicer Cori...one that I have kept hidden for a time now… I think it is about time that she comes out.

“Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.”
Marcus Aurelius

As I ponder my return to Harper Rock, I think back over the passing months. I got wind that my father’s health was deteriorating. With that I left on the next flight home. I did not leave a note, I missed all my appointments that I had scheduled with the new bodies I had met. I simply left. My time at home and the subsequent death of the patriarch of my “actual” family…caused a bubbling of sorts in my gut. I had time to ponder the events that occurred in Harper Rock…time for those events to cause anger, even hatred. How my inherent want to please people turned me into a robot…how I became not just a Vampire, but a shell of my former self. I vowed to myself and my father, as I stood over his casket…that this would never be the case again. I recalled him saying prior to his demise, “Cori, you have something inside you…something that many do not have but all want to possess. Never be a possession Cori…NEVER.”

My mind drifts to what I will do as I step off the plane, where would I go…as it has been so long and much time has passed. Would I even be remembered…would any know that I had gone? With a small smile across my lips, I mumbled to myself,” If they did not know me then, they will know me soon enough.”

I hear the pilot over the intercom state we are planning to land…. I buckled my seat belt, out of habit and closed my eyes. This arrival is a rebirth of sorts…one that will bring about a change both in myself, as well as all that cross my path. A possession is not something I will ever be…

Exiting the plane was more difficult than I had expected. The memories of Harper Rock came flooding back with each step that I took. I wondered who would still be around, if anyone? I heard whispers of the fact that humans were now aware of the existence of vampires, but not much else. I tend to stay away from television and news reports, as I view them all as hype.
I gather my sole piece of luggage and head off to find a taxi. After the reading of my father’s will, I came to find out that he had put aside a substantial amount of money. He called it, “His Cori fund”. Yes, it was recited that way when the will was read in front of my entire family. I could do nothing but smile. Needless to say, I was not in any rush to find a job and begin as I had when I last came to Harper Rock…not even close.
I decided that I would take a cab to the last place I remember being, Lancaster’s Bar. I knew that I had met several unique characters there, and wondered if they still frequented the place. It would be quite nice to see a familiar face upon my arrival…some select faces, to be honest.

“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.”
― Heraclitus