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Posted: **19 Sep 2015, 16:10**

I need to speak with Corentine. Is has been too long and I miss her. Perhaps I will rent a boat for an evening and take her out on the water. She may enjoy that. In my human days I suppose I would have taken her to dinner, plied her with champagne and conversation. We would have spoken of our jobs, our families, school life and our past. Joke would have been told.

Nowadays though the blood consumes my thoughts more and more and I find myself losing memories of my past. In a sense it's a relief to erase parts of one's past with impunity yet at the same time when you do, it leaves a blank space in your mind where that memory resided. Sometimes it is frustrating when you think you should know something and there is nothing there to grasp.

I suppose I will get used to it. There is plenty of time to create new memories.

I am considering getting a tattoo. I have to ask the others where the best place to get one would be. Not the best place on my of course, but the best establishment. Either a tattoo or scarification. I have not yet decided. Maybe I will ask Corentine when I see her next.

We shall see.

Posted: **24 Sep 2015, 20:01**

Some people are predators, others prey. In a world where there is no choice to be a pussy because you are forced to either drain the lifeblood of the living, absorb the last remnants of a disembodied spirit or, at the very least steal that which the sick, dying and injured require to live, there are no innocents. We live in a world where we have to pretend to be sheep to hide the wolves within.

There are wolves though and there are whipped dogs. The alpha wolves, we hunt the night, silent predators slaking our unending thirst from the arteries of the people throngs of humanity. There are the beta wolves, they hunt what they can, they may resort to animals, even a blood bag when desperate. Then there are the omegas. These bubblegum chewing Edward Cullen fangirls with their love for the mortals.

It's enough to make one entertain the notion of going n-rat just to bleed their weakness from their veins and leave their dessicated husks in a shallow grave.

Robert Pratt, the vampire Jesus, he preaches human and vampires coexisting in harmony. The reality is they are out food and bunking down with cannibal corpses that want nothing more than to drain the life from your body is not on the top of many humans to-do list. I almost think it's nothing more than a feeding schtick. Really it is hard to entertain the notion of anyone being that naive.

Jane, the lovely young lady I met recently, she shows potential. There is a murderous wrath in her and I want to poke it. I want to tease it and bring it out in her. She abhors murder. I made her kill a girl already. I think I will make her eat one of her friends. Perhaps I will use the Swatika. It will be fun to shatter her limbs, lock her into the wrong position, stopping her from healing. Starve her. Watch as the days drag on and her necromantic powers become too weak to continue to sustain her... then, bring in her human friends and release her among them, wounded and insane with the thirst and the Darkness.

That of course is a last resort. It is foolish to break the body before the spirit. Our bodies heal and an unbroken spirit will seek vengeance on those who wronged her. A broken spirit ensures complacency. Instilled with enough rage against the world and love for their trainer, enough fear of their master... then you have a loyal and obediant dog.

I'll break the *****, bring her to heel. I'll make a wolf out of the toothless pup.

She'll thank me for it later. Or she will try to kill me. Again.

Corentine is coming along nicely. She knows she is a vampire. She acts as a vampire. She is a Trahison.

I'll have to teach her the value of secrecy again however. She seems to have made her way onto the violations list. Naughty or careless... I'll have to have a chat and find out. Maybe she was trying to catch my attention. I've been somewhat antisocial of late.

I feel the Darkness creeping into my marrow. It comforts me.

Posted: **06 Oct 2015, 04:00**

-there is a page torn out here-

Posted: **21 Oct 2015, 01:57**

Feel the bones crack, snap, flesh is rent, skull shattered, heartblood spent.
On the ground my little friend, broken and beaten, twisted and bent.
Flesh is weak and parts so quick, the knife inside the muscle slips.
Ripping carving slicing and dicing, the smell of blood is so enticing.

Break the ribs and open wide, fatty, fleshy treasure inside.
Make a hole for my hands to hide, another friend has gone and died.
Take the meat and chop it up, there's plenty for both of us to sup
You chew the flesh, I'll gnaw the bone, we'll never have to eat alone.

Posted: **22 Oct 2015, 03:20**

Everything is going to plan so far apart from the minor inconvenience of being stabbed in the heart. Even that brought on new wisdom as my vampiric body compensated by evolving to the point where I can alter the nature of even the most serious of wounds.

It seems that vampires are the most definite evidence of Darwinism possible. Not that we will hopefully ever be under a human's microscope for them to discover this. The Masquerade holds, barely. My fellow kindred are determined it seems to change this. I wish I could gut them all and feed them their innards. Idiots. Most of them are idiots. So far Doc, Roderic, Velveteen, Dominique (now, not when I first met her) and a few select others I would deem as worth their fangs are the only ones I would deign to call "vampire".

The rest are immortal teenagers with fangs and delusions of a sugar coated fairytale you could watch on HBO on Demand where a dumb ***** hooks up with a dumber vampire and hilarity ensues. About as dark as a rainbow.

There is another I have met. Mordechai, a giant. Obviously a Killer like me. I bid on him at the auction before I was told I was banned from participating. Good thing I didn't fill out a card. Not that I would have. One of the rainbow farting leeches would likely have bought me and made me play Candyland with them for three days while lecturing me on the merits of making love you one's food while sucking blood out of a cupcake shaped bloodbag. How demeaning for a lord of the night.

I digress. Mordechai seems to be one of the alpha predators. Worthy to learn from. Much better than most of the wannabes around here. I think I will enjoy learning from him. I'm not sure exactly what the toll for his knowledge will be but there is less and less I can not afford with each passing night. Liquid assets come easily now that I have enthralled Nicolette. She works for Dominique doing tattoos during the business day and for me at night. She brings in a pretty penny. I imported her from France along with another girl under the guise of a one-shot modelling contract. The other girl though, she disappeared.

I've sent my beloved Gustave and Lolong south for the winter. As much as I enjoy them they are not build for a Canadian winter. Truth be told neither am I. If I was not already dead and cold I too would be migrating south until the spring. Luckily being a walking corpse alleviates some of the burdens the living have to suffer.

$85k for Mortll at the auction. I have paid in full. Left her a card. One of my special ones I made from one of the gangsters I brought home to play with. He had nice skin. I made several business cards at a book cover from him. The rest I fed to the boys before they went. I wonder if they will miss the taste of human flesh while in St. Augustine for the next few months. It does send home the fact I need to hurry up and purchase one of the mansions up north. First I will finish decorating the apartments, crypt and farm I already have. I've been slacking on that.

Mortll did bill herself as a decorator. Perhaps I can put that skill to use.

Doc is irked at me for destroying Dominique's Mustang. Apparently he was intending to steal it. I considered having it towed to his Lab but thought the joke may be taken in poor taste.

As I write this I sit waiting for Dominique's imminent arrival here at Walnut Grove. On the table is a bottle of blood and two red wine glasses. Hopefully she won't try a repeat performance of the stabbing the last time I decided to supply dinner. Though the swordplay afterward was a nice workout, I am in no mood to fight one of my own kind tonight.

There is easier prey.

Posted: **25 Oct 2015, 15:38**

Dinner went well. Jane seems to think that her emptiness as a mortal has been filled by immortality. How precious. She is only beginning to awaken to the reality of her situation. She tastes blood last evening. Drained two glasses as a matter of fact. She is unaware it came from her paladin friend. I took him into the river and chewed him up a little bit. Afterward I brought him back to the farm and bled him out slowly. I was surprised how long he lasted. I will have to capture another of them and see if this phenomenon was restricted to that single specimen or if they are all so hardy.

I miss Gustave and Lolong already. Not for their companionship, though they are perfect for that too. No backtalk, you always know where you stand with them, they are completely known quantities unlike people and vampires. Much like a fadebeast. You know it wants to kill you. There are no surprises.

I have placed copies of the tapes of Jane committing her murders, well, one murder and one framing really in a security deposit box to be opened and released to the press if I do not make a weekly call to the bank. I suppose after a couple months of seeing how she does hunting and acting a proper vampire I will have to remove them.

I have heard nothing from Corentine. I have checked in at the Veil Tower apartment but there are no signs of it being used for anything. No footprints in the dust on the floor. Either she has learned to float or has taken up a different residence. I suppose she could be dead, though I doubt it. Her name remains on the violation list and from what I have seen that would not be the case were she in the Shadow Realm.

Mortll interests me. I think I shall enjoy getting to know her. If I am correct she will underestimate me due to my age in the blood. This is a good thing. I will play the part of the wide eyed neonate and give her what she expects.

Mordechai has not made his presence known since our initial meeting though that does not surprise me in the slightest. I assume he will be seen when he wishes to. A Killer that large must be fairly old and I would imagine he could outstalk, outfight and outwit me if need be. I will be certain to make sure that need never arises.

Doc... I owe the man a car apparently for blowing up Dominique's. I've been looking into a few higher end models but have yet to find one that sings to me. He should have stolen it back sooner. Then it wouldn't have been caught in the crossfire.

Nicolette. My darling "cousin" Nicolette. She has proven adept at tattooing. I will have to speak with Jane about expanding her duties into modelling. She would actually make a good cover girl for a magazine showcasing the art of Twisted Sister. Perhaps I should speak with Jane about a business partnership. It is odd having such a beautiful mortal around me and feeling no lust for her. I see her and all that comes is the thirst. I have refrained from drinking from her after the first night. The blood... it always causes my lust to rise and as a thrall she would not be able to help being willing to sate my needs. I don't wish to kill her to prevent the possibility of spawning a fadebeast. She is a good girl. She does what she is told and is much more intelligent than the last thrall, Dominique's little buddy Ben.

He was annoying. I'm glad he's dead even if Jane refused to drink from him at the time. Perhaps I should have waited to spoil the surprise but the man was as subtle a spy as an elephant in an empty field. Useless.

Tonight I take Jane out hunting. I know the place. It should be easy for her to find a vessel. For my part there will be no skill involved in tonight's "hunt". It is more for her benefit. "Hunting Lite" as it were. A beginner's crash course into the ways of the damned.

My car should be arriving soon I believe. Things will then get interesting.

Posted: **11 Nov 2015, 20:27**

I had thought that taking Jane out hunting would lead to her getting her first taste of blood taken unwillingly, or at least unwittingly from a vapid human, probably stoned or drunk and looking to get laid at a sleazy club or even an upscale strip joint. She would likely succumb to the blood lust and feed, I would have to pull her from the vessel to ensure its survival and perhaps there would be a few minutes afterward of having to comfort her as she realized she was no longer human and that her former brethren had become the equivalent of a Happy Meal.

When I'm wrong, I'm very wrong.

She declined the locale offered and instead of arguing I decided to take her to a closed down campsite I knew a family from out of town had been squatting in. In a pinch it was close enough to criminal that I felt the feeding could be justified to her so long as she didn't kill anybody. One of those "well if they hadn't been out there breaking the law it never would have happened" things. A slight slip from her moral high horse.

She instead murdered them all. Quite impressively actually. She was inefficient with the first one, she gave away her presence, but what she lacked in stealth she made up for in bloodshed.

It was like watching her reborn. Glorious.

Her clean up skills leave much to be desired, but what is the point of having a mentor if not to learn these lessons.

For that mentor what is the point of buying the services of an older vampire if not to use them?

Perhaps more surprising than even the events of the hunt was the aftermath. Since my change into my first animal form I have seen the world differently, perhaps coldly, callously. My second animal form unleashed within me territoriality and rage and... drive. Not just a hunger for the blood, that thirst is everpresent and as impossibly constant as a raging river.

No, a more corporeal desire. That was the surprising part of the evening. It seems the same passion was woken in Jane. I will not commit to paper the events of the aftermath of the hunt but I believe that the dynamic between Jane and I, formerly unwilling pupil and committed instructor, or maybe victim and tormentor, has irrevocably changed.

It will be interesting to see the evolution of our relationship with these new developments.

Regardless the next step is to teach her to clean up and misdirect. I believe her sire, Doc and Mortll will be willing to assist in this.

The game is now well and truly afoot. I just wonder that I have turned from player to chesspiece in the process, swept up into the game.

I still want to play.

Posted: **14 Nov 2015, 01:54**

Oh oh
Oh(yea) oh(yea) oh(yea)
Oh oh
Oh
Oh(yea) oh(yea) oh(yea)
Oh oh
Oh
Oh(yea) oh(yea) oh(yea) oh(yea)oh(yea)
Oh
Woah
There is no escaping (yo)(yo)
There's no place to hide(yo)(yo)
You scream, someone save me(yo)(yo)
But they don't pave no mind( yo) (yo)
(Good night)
Good bye

Your walkin' down a horror corridor
It's almost four in the mornin'
And your in a nightmare
It's horrible
Right there's the coroner
Waitin' for you
To turn the corner
So he can corner ya
Your a goner
He's on a ya
Out the corner of his cornea
He just saw you run
All you want is to rest
Cause you can't run anymore
Your done
All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience
While everybody
Is watchin' in the party applauding it
Here I sit while I'm caught up in deep thought again
Contemplating my next plot again
Swallowin' a colata pin
While I'm noddin'
In and out on the ottoman and
If the Ramada Inn
Holdin' onto the pill bottle then
Stick my finger and swirl it round the bottom
And make sure I got all of it
Wake up naked at Mcdonald's
With
Blood all over me
Dead bodies
Behind the counter
****
Guess I must of just blacked out again
Not again

It's three am in the mornin'
Put my key in the door
There's bodies layin' all of the floor and
I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
Killed em
I said
It's three am in the mornin'
Put my key in the door
There's bodies layin' all of the floor and
I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
Killed em

Sitting nude in my living room
It's almost noon
I wonder what's on the tube
Maybe they'll show some boobs
Surfing every channel
Until I find Hannah Montana
Then I reach for the aloe and lanalin'
Blood all over the wall panel and dismantlin'
Every candle on top of the fire place
Mantalin'
Grab my flannel and my bandana' then
Kiss the naked manequin' man again
You can see him standin' in my
Front window
If you look in
I'm just a hooligan
Who's use to usin' hallucinogens
Causin' illusions again
Brain contusions again
Cutting and bruising the skin
Raise the scissors and pins
Jesus when does it end
Phases that I go through
Dazed and not so confused
Days that I don't know who
Gave these molecules too
Me
What am I gone do
Hey the prodigal son
The diabolical one
Very methodical
When I slaughter dem

It's three am in the mornin'
Put my key in the door
There's bodies layin' all of the floor and
I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
Killed em
I said
It's three am in the mornin'
Put my key in the door
There's bodies layin' all of the floor and
I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
Killed em

She puts the lotion in the bucket
He puts the lotion on the skin
Or else it gets the hose again
She puts the lotion in the bucket
He puts the lotion on the skin
Or else it gets the hose again

I duck and I slash slice and gash
Last night was a blast
I can't quite remember when I
Had that much fun
Off a half pint fifth of Jack
My last Vic and a half
A flashlight
Up Kim Kardashians ***

I remember the first time
I dismembered the family member
December I think it was
I was having drinks with my cousin
And I wrapped him
In Christmas lights
Pushed him into the stinkin' tub
Cut him up into pieces
Then just when I went to drink his
Blood
I thought I outta drink his bath water
That outta be fun
That's when my days of serial murder man slaughter begun
The sight of blood excites me
That might be an artery son
Your blood coverin' screams
Just don't seem to bother me none
It's three am
And here I come
So you should probably run
A secret passage way around here
Man there's got to be one
Oh no there's probably none
He can scream all that he wants
Top of his lungs
It ain't no stoppin' me from choppin' him up(up)

It's three am in the mornin'
Put my key in the door
There's bodies layin' all of the floor and
I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
Killed em
I said
It's three am in the mornin'
Put my key in the door
There's bodies layin' all of the floor and
I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em
Killed em

yo (yo)
A yo (a yo)
yo (yo)
A yo (a yo)
yo (yo)
A yo (a yo)
yo (yo)
A yo ( a yo)

Posted: **24 Nov 2015, 00:39**

With the powers we have at our disposal it is remarkable we have so little a foothold in control of the city.

We can not control the city when we can not control our own populace though. If we can not maintain our own peace we have no chance of surviving against human nor Fae.

We will lose Harper Rock. Some of us are a great fit perhaps for this existence but unless united we are no match for the city. There are too many working against what would work for all.

Harper Rock will slit our throats and water it's soil with the blood we have stolen from her.

And most are too ill-fitted to immortality to see it.

Posted: **22 Mar 2016, 01:23**

This journal has been destroyed apart from the missing page.

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