I went out of thirst for knowledge and stayed for the mouthwatering entertainment. I was slightly surprised to attend an event where so many humans enjoyed the company of vampires. Most of the humans didn’t appear to be fangbangers. It was a rare pleasure. The acrobatics and enchanting music made my night. One performer was cursed with a haunting beauty. I was eager to meet with her until I learned through whispered conversations that she was with the magister. I avoid mingling with those vampires that consider themselves royalty. What a crock of shit all of that is. High society monstrosities that rose to power by kissing ass don’t appeal to me. I’m disgusted by the lot of them.
Sweet Dillon was in attendance. In the back of my demented mind I had hoped he’d turn up. We danced and flirted as expected, and then came Isaac. I still fancy him after all of these years. Logically, Dillon hates him. Dillon vanished the instant Isaac asked me to dance. It was one of the highlights of my evening. Isaac is divine. Everything was perfect, up until his troublesome human interfered. Jealous, no doubt. They always get jealous. Primitive by nature. I was appalled when he stood up for such a waste. “Forever his flavor,” he said. Isaac is still so young at heart. Nothing lasts forever, especially not humans.
Irritated, I stormed off to find Dillon, who had been amusing himself with one of the lovely donors. He didn’t understand my worry for his brother. The rivalry there must run deep. I quickly overcame my concern for Isaac and made my way into The Lust Room. Dillon spared no time with further flirting. The way he isn’t the slightest bit intimidated by me tends to drive me mad with desire. He makes no apologies for his crude behavior. It’s so strange to know that a dead man possesses the ability to make me feel so alive again.
During the trip back home, I had much to think on. I have decided to permanently call Louisiana home. Since I refuse to be alone the only rational thing to do is to find a progeny. Perhaps more than one. Soon I’ll buy a home with many rooms that can be filled with several candidates that have turned my head. A baker, a drunk, a were, and one evil bitch. My unlife is getting interesting.
@DillonJKane looks frustrated. Perhaps he needs to floss more.
So much for settling in. A night or so ago (I rarely keep track of time), I was behaving myself (as always) when I bid the doorman of the Kitten Club good evening. I found it quite flattering when he took it upon himself to follow me as I journeyed home on foot. After all, I am used to having devoted admirers. I thought nothing of it. I turned the corner and walked into the alley that leads to my place. To have a little fun, I stopped and leaned against the brick wall, waiting for him to appear. When he did, I gave him a girlish smile. My playful kindheartedness was repaid by a silver chain wrapped around my neck, swiftly followed by a wooden stake thrust into my ribcage. I was beside myself with fear (I might be overreacting). I was so paralyzed by the dismay of it all that I barely had the strength to tear his arms off. His screams did little to help the situation. I found them more bothersome than satisfying. Off went his head.
Indeed it took some time to peel the silver chain away. It’s a good thing that I’ve grown familiar with the agony silver brings. Pulling out the stake was simple, but the whole ordeal left me feeling rather fragile. I staggered from the alley to search for sustenance. A few blocks later, I found it standing outside of an office building. The sound of his fluttering heart called out to me. Within seconds, I was draining his life into mine. I left him alive as I have no desire to pile up bodies so close to home (he was also really cute). Once I was fully healed, I returned to the alley and collected the doorman’s body parts. There are times when I delight in keeping certain parts. I call them trinkets. I disposed of the parts that I didn’t wish to preserve, and then returned to my dwelling. Dawn was approaching by then. I placed the saved parts in the freezer and removed my clothing to examine it. Another fine coat ruined. I’m not as well-off as some might think, and glamouring is tedious work. The entire night was utterly depressing. I’m starting to feel as if I don’t belong, but I’ve felt that in most places. I suppose that it’s just another part of death.
I lay around in my underwear a lot. Doesn’t everyone?
I’m beginning to think that moving to Louisiana was a bad decision. Why did I choose this route? True, it has been less lonely. There are so many vampires and other supernatural species in this area. However the choice of cuisine for a vampire, like myself, is lacking. Everyone seems to taste the same. High cholesterol Cajuns. It’s not really my style.
I paid a visit to Dillon one or twice. We fell into the same routine. Sex and pain come naturally to him. He hasn’t changed a bit. Such a snarky brat. I would end him if the sex wasn’t so remarkable. Asshole.
I still need to drop in on my other progeny. I wonder if he’ll be as welcoming. Isaac had a few personalities that were fond of me. Being fucked by him is truly astonishing. It’s like being fucked by a psychotic football team. I’ll be sure to bring my pom poms.