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My name is Jules Delacour and this is my diary. An odd sensation, to be living among the undead and craving human flesh. I find myself gorging on the easy cuisine. Vampires; their bite provides a neuro-toxin, and leaves those delectable bodies numb, sluggish. Like game hunting with an A-bomb. In their drunk state, these delicacies all but crawl into my arms; eager for the embrace of something beautiful, something light. It isn't until I'm sucking the meat from their dorsal bones that they even realize what has hit them. Oh, and then they scream. Those screams... I daresay it gives me chills as I write about them. Melodic and arousing, to say the least. By then, there is no struggling, or not enough to sway me from my meal. Only those riveting cries and then quiet acceptance. I like the ones that stare at me in horror the best. Voyeurism is a quiet hobby of mine, after all.

Still, I am left unfulfilled. Even as I feed routinely, and discover my lineage, I am left wanting. What is it that I desire? Surely, it is no drug, chemical or biological, for I have sampled the nectar of each of those fruits time and time again. Surely I require no firewater, nor the voice of my mentor... Those things are easily attainable, and while she is pleasant and eager to help, Libby provides me with no comfort in this strange new town. I am the kidnapped child, with a bag tied over their head and abandoned in a warehouse. I am the virgin, stepping out of their clothes for the first time. I am the pristine, the good, and I have been thrown into Hell.

I have no desire to leave. Simply to find my tour guide in the affair. A partner. A strong and resilient mate, whom I can lean upon when my legs grow weary, and who will hold me when the sun knocks upon our door. Shall I find what I desire? Or am I doomed to loneliness in this private Hell I have been brought, kicking and ******* screaming, against my will.