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Day One

Did you ever have that feeling that you just did something to screw yourself? I have that feeling, currently, coupled with a throbbing headache. It is sort of like the time when I drank way too much and ended up in the bed of my best friend’s man. What’s funny is that even though I feel like I was run over by a semi… there is a feeling deep within that has me in a mini state of euphoria. Is that even possible? To feel like death AND feel as though you just have accomplished all your goals, at once?

My head is a bit foggy and for some strange reason, I cannot move or open my eyes. I know that my feet are cold but at the same time, there is some strange fire burning within… not the kind of burning that you get from eating day old Mexican with extra hots..but a fire that emanates from well, your soul. Damn, I cannot move… I know that I need to be doing something… cleaning my stove, laundry… something is getting missed, just not sure what. I honestly just want to scream!

Wait, why do I have this picture of some straggly man in my mind? Why were we cooking dinner together? Did we even eat dinner? Oh ****!!! Did we have sex? No, impossible… I am sure I would know that. Besides, he wasn’t even my type… he was one of those men that you want to rescue, not take to your bed. You know, one of those men that you certainly would NOT take home to Mom. Damn, why are my feet so cold… not just my feet but all my extremities. What is happening? This is the worst dream ever… I really want to wake up, or do I?

Have you ever had that sort of dream that was so vivid, so real… that you felt every part of it? I recall such a dream... one that I fear I am stuck in. I recall vividly, his face...the chiseled looks, the unkempt hair and that God awful rock t-shirt. I also recall, in much detail, the feeling that I had when his fangs…Yes, FANGS...when the pierced my neck. My skin was so easy to break, that vein so willing to succumb to the puncture. It seemed willing, in a way…almost wanting it. I mean, damn, this is a dream...right? I felt such a calm come over me… I knew I was dying and honestly, had made peace with it. I swear I saw Jim Morrison when I was dying… I do not even like him… why was he in my dream? Then, like out of nowhere...like some Superhero from a bygone Era...he came. Dare I say, to save me??

I awoke that next night, feeling slightly groggy. My arms and legs were sort of like that pasta I had thrown on him, all loose and flexible not able to stand straight…Oh yes, HIM...the one I sense is close...closer than I am liking. My head was aching, from inside...the sort of pain that causes you to wince and bury your head into a pillow. Alas, I knew it was time for something… maybe work. “Oh ****, work!!” I recall standing up and bumping my head upon something… what the hell am I doing in this closet? Knowing that I was due at work I pushed the door open and ran into the bedroom… it was dark… It was then that headache became almost unbearable...I stumbled over to the bed, hitting my knee upon that damned chest my Dad made me...but no pain… just the realization that I had hit it. I collapsed upon the bed, rolling myself up in the down blanket and closed my eyes… I wanted to sleep, needed it…craved it.

I don’t know how long I laid there for...hours, minutes? What I do know is I heard that voice speaking to me… nervous, deep…and dare I say commanding. I heard his words, but did not truly listen. It was if I was being instructed to do something... commanded. Does he even realize I don’t take commands well? I am not the submissive type… you know the kind that enjoys pleasing, at all costs. As I continue to hear him… for some strange reason his words resonate. He isn’t trying to command me, control me…he is, “****” trying to help me. “Cori, you need to drink!” These words ran over and over in my head… like that bad Pop song on the radio that you hear every hour upon the hour… until finally you sing along with it. I sang, with his help. That feeling of calm, came once again… sleep? I feel as though I am floating, or is it that I am being carried?

The door closes…

Day Two


A family is an integral part of anyone’s life...well, for most people. I remember going to the beach with my Mom and looking for seashells… or heading to the lake on the boat, with my Dad. He always made me put the hook threw the worm, which both disgusted and intrigued me. Why is it now that I have this sense that I will not have such experiences again… why do I miss them all of a sudden? Maybe it’s that I moved so far away so quickly… maybe. A sense of family defines who you are as a person, as a human. It is the family that instills values, morals and a certain sense of right and wrong. I have always felt bad for those that never had this…it must be difficult to exist without such ties.

It seems that this dream of family has an undertone. All throughout, I hear this voice, advising me… directing me… teaching me. I cannot quite say what is being taught, only that it resonates and sticks… but where? It certainly is not in my short-term memory… it is somewhere deeper.

“Cori, wake up”. Wake up? You mean I am sleeping? Damn, how long have I been out... and who the hell is commanding me to wake up. My head is spinning, not like a top but like one of those rides at a carnival. The ride that spins so quickly, that you stick to the walls as you tilt sideways… constant and with such great force, it causes nausea. “I am awake”, I say with a loud tone. As my eyes open, I only see dim light through what I can assume is a crack in a door. I am in that damn closet again…

All of a sudden, the questions started flowing… sort of like a raging river after a great storm. Why am I in a closet? Who the hell are you and why are you doing this? Did I actually drink your blood? Why the hell did I enjoy drinking your blood? Am I late for work? Constant and never-ending, the line of questioning went on for what seemed like hours. He sat there, listened and when I was done, began to explain to me. His tone was not as nervous as it had been previously… it was more confident, definitely had more bravado than before. He answered every question I had...all while stroking my hair, ever so gently. In an odd way, even though what I heard was frightening, I felt a sense of peace being beside him… even more so with each touch he laid upon me. After Lord knows how long… I had been filled. Filled with the knowledge that I was now the undead… yes, a vampire. I didn’t even like red meat and blood when I was human… I always got my burgers done medium well, as the sight of blood disgusted me. Now, I need to consume it for survival… to quench this thirst that I had. The realization was, well… disgusting… but as always, I was curious.

“So Jon, I best call and quit my day job”, I said with a snarky tone. He just laughed and gave me that smile… one with no fangs… a smile that I both liked and detested. Funny, it was kind of like the feeling I got hooking those worms… his smile gave me that same kind of feeling. “ Well, lets get to this”, I said. I never was one for being idle and I surely would not like to start now.

Random ramblings


It is funny, that my idea of what a male is and should be is so well, skewed. I had a great upbringing, with a great father and a wonderful family. I had no incidents in my life that helped form this, let me say, negative view on those of the opposite gender… it just sort of manifested. Most women begin to lose faith in men after some sort of incident… whether that be disloyalty, abuse or something so catastrophic that it helped shape their view. For me, it was nothing of the sort… it just came to be.

This man Jon… well, he is currently a vampire, as am I, but for the sake of consistency, he is a man. He has an aura of confusion that surrounds him, that coupled with an intense self-hatred. This manifests itself in his constant need to outwardly look attractive and impress others. Some may not see this, some may not care… I see it as a weakness, something that should be remedied… immediately. I am sure that with him turning me, he gained some sort of, dare I say, control over me. This would ONLY come from the swapping of blood and whatever happens during the “transformation”. As far as control when said transformation is done… he has none and never will. I wonder if he is aware of that. My goal, currently, is to surpass him… it won’t be difficult, as my intelligence is far superior. As far as physical strength… that will come with time and much effort. I refuse to allow him to think that he has some sort of ownership over me… utterly refuse, he is a male for God’s sake.

One would assume that someone like me would be lonely…as my view on men is hardly a positive thing. Amusingly, it is quite to the contrary. I fill my life with other things, I fill those spots in my soul. I have had my share of “relationships”…had my share of interludes (a classy way to say I met another, had sex and never saw them again). All lacked any fulfillment, true fulfillment. A relationship should give you that full feeling… you know the kind of feeling when you have consumed so much food, that you want to take a nap and have a never-ending smile? That is the feeling that you need to have… I wonder if it will ever come.

I hope people do not get the impression that I am some shrew… you know the sort, typical spinster type with hard pointed features, dull manner of dress and an attitude that matches. This is hardly the case. Although I am far from flamboyant, I do like to dress the role. You know, the role one expects a woman to fit into. Heels, tight tops and really tight jeans… or fitted suits... even yoga pants, which I live in when at home. Home… now that is another story all together.

Maybe by taking this job, as…UGH… a security person, I may be able to research the male persuasion a bit more. Figure out more flaws of their kind… maybe, just maybe even see some positives about them. I am not positive that a bar will be the place to see anything positive, but I have hope… some.

Day three


I wish I could say that my first day on the job was eventful, it was far from that. Merely a job… a means to hopefully a much larger end. Upon my arrival back to my home, I found a note and a black rose. Taped to my door. Jon had stayed a bit longer at work so I figured it was him who left it. My first reaction was anger… not the type when you miss the bus or stub your toe. Anger that comes from within, anger that could ignite a fire if it could manifest and be released. How could he think that a peace offering, now, would give him any sort of in? That is the problem with men… even vampires. They think that small tokens will erase the past. Such simple minds they have…


I opened the note with much disdain and an already preconceived notion of what the note contained. This note was an invitation, not a letter of apology. Not even a sappy poetic poem that spoke of love and desire and all that nonsense most of my gender swoon at. It was written in beautiful script. Not the kind of writing that one expects from any man. As I read, my mind began to analyze. It was from someone named T… I knew no one with that initial, no one that would have access to my domicile. Who was this person, and why would I meet him anywhere? I read on…

You are cordially invited to meet with one of your own kind. Veil Tower. Give the front desk your name and await further directions.Speak not of this to anyone. ~T

Await for instructions? Does this person even realize I don’t take instruction well and I certainly do not wait. I am curious who this person is… person, I use this term lightly. It seems to me that it may be a vampire. Maybe some head vampire that can answer questions, add clarity… as Jon does nothing of the sort. I hope that this T person might be able to tell me how to set myself free from this lil puppy that is named Jon. Surely I don’t have to be chained to him for an eternity, as that would suck.


What do I have to lose by answering this invitation…? I am already dead, I have already lost everything… so really, I have absolutely NOTHING to lose. There is maybe about three hours until sunrise, plenty of time to head over to Veil Tower and uh...wait. I grab my jacket and head toward the door… grabbing the jacket is out of habit more than need. This vampire thing takes a bit getting use to.

Random ramblings

“Relationships are mysterious. We doubt the positive qualities in others, seldom the negative. You will say to your partner: do you really love me? Are you sure you love me? You will ask this a dozen times and drive the person nuts. But you never ask: are you really mad at me? Are you sure you’re angry? When someone is angry, you don’t doubt it for a moment. Yet the reverse should be true. We should doubt the negative in life, and have faith in the positive.” – Christopher Pike

As I drift through this immortal life, I come upon many realizations. All of which could have aided me in my mortal life. As humans, we walk around hoping for the next good thing, hoping for luck to find us… sadly, when it does, we don’t recognize it. It could slap us in the face a thousand times, but being we are HUMAN… and sometimes, stupid… we never truly realize that a good thing has come, until it is gone. As a vampire, I still find that I have a great need for something good to come… that human trait of longing and hope has not yet gone from my body. I am wondering if it ever will. Maybe with time, maybe as my heart hardens and turns cold…maybe then this mortal fallacy of faith in another will disappear.

When I was younger, I always was a pessimist…half empty was my mentality. It began to change as I got older, manifest into something different. It wasn’t really pessimism, but doubt…always doubting. It surely shaped how I dealt with my fellow humans… it caused issue with every relationship. I knew my mentality was caustic, like acid…knew it was not the right mind-set to have. Thing is, it was hard to change… the beast had been fed and needed to be fed often. It of course, led to self-destructive behavior…not drug use and all that, more like anytime I felt close to another...I looked for ways to destroy it. I tried hard not to do this...worked harder on this than really anything in my life. I do not like acts of futility…and this, now...in retrospect, seemed futile.

I sat across from another vampire and questioned him on his life…I wanted to find out what pained him, what his buttons were…I pushed him. He, on the other hand, remained quite calm and distant…aloof. He seemingly did not care what I was doing...he knew my game. I wonder if I had come across him in my mortal life, if we would have hit it off. I dare not even ponder...as it is another act of futility.

Needless to say, for some strange reason, I sense my time is short. I feel an impending change coming, something that I cannot stop and dare not. For now, I have no idea what that change is and if I can do anything to stop it.
We will see…

I have had several meetings with Trahir…all have been, dare I say, informative. He is surely an odd character, I fond him quite interesting though. I recall equating Revelation to one of those odd zoo animals that you cannot quite seem to keep your eyes off of…lemurs, or something such as that. I find Trahir the same sort of animal. I have noticed a few differences though, Trahir wants to come across as dangerous, mysterious and a whole bunch of other descriptors. Many which he could tell you himself, I am sure.

I have spent my days in the mines…searching for gems, which has become quite profitable of a venture for me. At times, I slip right past the workers and steal gems from right beneath them…It is rather laborious and boring at times...but all for a greater purpose, I suppose. I have set my goals, as I always have. Lofty, of course...but I will achieve them, no matter.

I do find myself returning to the haven, to sleep. This, confuses me at times. I have my own residence, which is in fact mine and mine alone…so why retreat to a place that is not mine at all. Might be the fact that I know Revelation is in my home...I have been pondering a way to get rid of him. I wish they had a spray…something like “Vampire Be gone”, or something like that, that would keep him away from me. I am sure he is not a bad person but he is the reason I am what I am and the hatred grows daily.

During my last meeting with Trahir, we spoke of hunting. He seemed to be interested in helping me do so. I am not sure if he is genuine, or he simply wants to ensure that I don’t reveal some deep dark vampire secret. Who knows his motivation? ****, who knows anyone’s true motivation? My current state of mind is to go and hunt myself. I feel stronger today, than I had previously and do think that I could be successful...but strangely enough, I have found myself back in the haven…waiting.

Random thoughts


It seems apparent that being turned has not as much of an immediate impact as I had thought. I am not sure if I thought that becoming one of the undead would harden my heart, make me devoid of all emotion or what. I am actually glad it hasn’t. I never quite understood those that lacked emotion...that were basically robots in a human shell. I am curious if this exists, but within the shell of a vampire? Seems logical, sad, but logical.

I had always thought that my human life was boring…mundane. I see now, that it wasn’t that at all. I merely got lost in all the routines of one’s daily. Wake up, go to work, come home...repeat. There was a sprinkling of excitement here and there...but not as much as I had craved. For some reason I had thought that maybe, becoming a vampire would bring something that I was missing. The longing for a new life, change…and a hell of a lot more excitement. Sadly, as of yet, this is not the case. I do fear that this existence may become as mundane as my last.

My meeting with Trahir have been few, I do retreat to his lair every night. My goal is to acquire one of my own…hopefully that will come to be soon enough. It seems as though, Trahir, has ulterior motives. There is an aura of something dark that surrounds him. I am hesitant to trust him, and not sure that it is even possible. He seemingly has many faces, and most have not yet been revealed to me. So I feel it in my best interest to get my own place...leave Revelation in mine...and distance from my current associates…I feel as though returning to this lair nightly may become a burden. Whether this will come to fruition or not, remains to be seen. I do have a tendency to change my mind...hourly.

I suppose I am still trying to find my place in this new world. I have goals and know that I will obtain them...it’s just how I go about it, that concerns me.

Tonight is the supposed night that I learn to hunt. Trahir will be “teaching” me…which I find rather amusing. How can he teach me anything, when he himself is new to this life? My internal voice tells me to go off on my own and experience the hunt. Make my mistakes and cover them…better yet, not make any at all. I feel as though he wants to teach me…maybe it gives him purpose, who knows. I will allow it, for now…but make him aware that I have no issue in distancing, as I did with my sire.

I have spent my days searching the caverns for gems and such…it has been slow, the return is mediocre but it allows me time to plan and reflect. I am getting better at maneuvering through the city without being caught…avoiding the law and any who may harm me. I am aware of what I am and even more so that I am viewed as something fearful. We all know what humans do when they fear something, they eradicate it. It is a human flaw, for sure…I wonder if it carries over to when you are turned? Do vampires fear anything…that remains to be seen.

When I traverse the city, I make mental note of who is out and about and at what times. I recall smells and landmarks all that help me to stay out of sight…invisible in a way. I am curious if this is how I operated when I was human and was not aware of it. Such a sad existence it was…

I have taken this “masquerade” into consideration, which Trahir had spoken briefly to me on. I watch and observe and make mental notes. I find it common sense, though. Humans will kill me, avoid them at all costs. Keep myself safe and DO NOT do anything to bring light onto the vampires that run the streets of this city. Pretty straightforward, if you ask me. Why some make this into more than it is, is beyond me. Maybe some like to make a scene, maybe they take their new “power” and work hard to get noticed because of it. Ridiculous, if you ask me.

The power….ahhh yes…I have noticed over the past few days that my senses are more keen than before. I can smell things and hear things that as a human would not have been noticed. I know that feeding off of animals in the woods is not the best for me, now…but it does the job. I have gained the power of celerity which allows me to move from the haven to the caverns quickly. I hope that over time, I become more adventurous and comfortable…and head into new areas of the city. This will come in time, as being comfortable and ready will, I feel, keep me alive.

I did not return to the haven last night…I stayed where I was. I am curious if it was noticed at all…

My first night of hunting, went as I had suspected. Luring a lonely human with a show of skin and a promise of better things to come was not a challenge at all. It baffles me how easy it really was, though. The mark had no idea that he was going to be a meal for me…I honestly think, if he knew he really would not have cared. Humans in such a low state will do just about anything to feel something...even pain. I suppose it masks the true feelings…that of loneliness and desperation. I am not ashamed that I capitalized upon this, for I will do it again…this is now my life.

Trahir was helpful, in a roundabout sort of way. I felt as though he was analyzing my every move…not so much as a teacher would of a student, it was something different. Maybe he was sizing me up…maybe he was seeing if I had any hesitation, which could be construed as a weakness. I am sure that he doubts my ability…Men, they are always oblivious to a women’s skillset. I cannot say that I find it an issue...as I do like it when they take me as easy prey and I basically shut them down. Not sure if Trahir views me as prey...not sure what he sees me as.

On the subject of Trahir…he opened up a bit to me that night. He gave me his journal, a diary of his life. I have not yet read it, but do plan on it. My curiosity is killing me…I do wonder what makes him tick and think that this journal may reveal some of that. I just need to find some time to sit and immerse myself into the book.

My days have been spent in the catacombs, killing zombies and picking up random melee weapons. I am building my bank, slowly but surely…patience is a virtue. One that I have not yet acquired.