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Today I'm leaving town. As my car speeds ahead I see the city wecloming sign in the rearview and I'm not bothered by the site. For too long I lived in that city making acquaintanceship with those that didn't like me. Granted most people hate Private Investigators nearly as much as lawyers. Add in the fact I'm a human poking his nose into the supernatural, worsened matters.

It really shouldn't though...I am just as much of a monster as they are because like vampires...I crave blood. That sweet crimson that sets my insides on edge. Not just any blood though it has to be particular. Those that destroy individuals beyond repair. They're the targets...only their blood will do.

See, I'm a monster and I accept the fact I am one, but when my time is up I will take some comfort in the fact I wasn't as bad as them. Hell, if anything my efforts should be lauded wherever I go, tax and fee free monster extermination.

"You're being whimsical again Danny Boy," My Dark Friend said to me from the passenger seat.

It was hard to explain what My Dark Friend is to me. Several psychological books claim he's a splintered off portion of my psyche. It's quick to simply say he's a part of me, but sometimes I feel like...I'm a part of him.

"Quit thinking too deeply!"

All I know is we are one in the same somehow and I'm the only one that can see my friend. Yes, I'm insane because of it but as quoted by so many bad movies, "There's a fine line between genius and insanity." I' just cross that line more than I care to admit.

Trees and sights whiz past me as I continue my drive going to where my inner urges take me. A new hunting ground is needed, a place where I can flourish and let myself go. Where I can kill freely and in peace, where the burnt corpses I amass are just part of the number instead of the threat flavor of the day.

I heard about Harper Rock thanks to an add on television that boasted the place. Psychobabble rumors on the Internet talked about monsters just like where I was living. The parallels were too similar to ignore and after a while compared numbers, and that's why I'm on my way.


Day fades into darkness before I arrive at the hotel that is to be my temporary home. Like before, I have to start over and I'm okay with this deep down. People aren't attached to me there and likewise me to them, plus I don't feel. Ever since I was young, I've never felt anything but the urge.

My mother died when I was five and ever since then I've been going through the motions of humanity. I am a private investigator because the resources there can funnel into my addiction. This also explains why I never lived lavsihly. Yes, I drive a somewhat nice car but that can be funneled as an addiction expense, just like my tools.

With bags in tow I slip up the stairs knowing my room wasn't going to be great. Places like this never are, they're cheap and take cash up front. A drawback for the owern's silence and acceptance of a name like, "John Smith," is the decore. All of it is very dated, it was new back when Kiss was the hottest band to come out of Detroit and Platform shoes were first sought after.

The door creaks as I open it and as I expected, green shag carpet with a few horrid stains, a television set that still boasts HBO as a selling plus, and there's enough space to call it a room. Quietly as possible, I shut the door and set out my bags on the bed. Within one of them I pull out a delicate leather pouch and unravel it on the television set.

Tools gleamed up at me and I pull one out, the blade practically dances in the light. A slow sigh escapes my lips and for the moment I feel whole again. While I consider myself a monster on some level I'm an artist too. Like a painter or sculptor, I need tools to carry out my work...The five other blades gleam at me and deep down the urge to hold them is almost too great.

"Soon," I whisper to them as much as myself. In a matter of time I will be out there doing what it is I do...and I will be so very happy about it.

Journal Log Three:

The fourth feeding I witnessed today. The soft wet crunching sounds that came from a woman that acted like an animal, a cat to be exact. She had oriental features mixed in with a smaller bone structure, it was gruesome. The woman even mewed like a contented feline after. Deep down I should have been mortified with that one and the others, but I wasn't. The sights made me feel more at home. I wasn't the only monster that was out on the prowl. Rumors about The Rock were true, vampires existed here just like the other city after my extended stay in Florida.

And apparently I've discovered that sexual intercourse can be enjoyable. Strange, I know but that was the truth in the matter. A woman named Alexis showed me of that. The night was...unexpected. Her being a vampire wasn't unexpected.

My Dark Friend hungers and I've that time hasn't been right to strike. Better tools have been needed and I've been forced to do things to fund my habit. Soon so very soon, a new monster will be unleashed and it will be such a release. We've been locked away for far too long.

Journal Log Seventeen:

Much has happened since the notes and scribbles of before. More vampires have been spotted, but it makes no difference. Blood merchants have polluted the streets giving human's supernatural augmentation. And a few of my targets have partook in this blood. I nearly lost one and that set My Dark Friend on edge. We've never lost one before and yet somewhere deep down I've been afraid about the one that could get away. What would they do? Where would they go? And how bad would that be on me?

Eventually we caught them and gave them double the sedation. The gurgling noises as they throat was slit wasn't as satisfying but maybe that was the exhaustion that flowed through me. I Alexis that I was contemplating becoming a vampire...and to my surprise she was still determined to stand by me. A feeling surged through me that was alien but it felt good.

And at the time my question was true. Now, I fear that somehow I may become a victim of becoming a vampire. Mortals were not meant to lurk in the rock. The blood dealers have made me see that. Still, they will become attracted to the place for either the attractions or the rumors of supernatural. About a third of them will make it out unchanged...

I have no desires to leave the city and so that only seals my fate, but I don't mind nor does My Dark Friend. We already crave blood...we'd just sate two hungers isntead of one.