Following my encounter near the borders of Finland I have subsequently found myself wandering and searching for fulfillment in the darkest and most dangerous places. Looking to feed on the fear and chaos of others but with the conflicted emotions of my lingering humanity preventing a total moral collapse. (Posts are chronological from beginning.)
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
On my way
This sleep has seemed like
forever although of little concern. My blood high persists although
my mood has dampened into a state of serious contemplation. My
friend the spider shines in the darkness whispering seeming to
whisper it will be okay mistress. I open the window for my small
vampire as promised; a cool wind caresses my face and chest. Ah yes,
back to work... I slip on a pair of silver panties, tight black
jeans, and a purple blouse. Of course high heel boots to finish
things off. Why do I continue working father, why do I fear being
like you and taking all that I need whenever I wish it. Humanity
grasps me with the feeling of eternal loneliness; there are only two
possibilities for me those I wish to kill and those I will inflict
pain upon. Alas, such thoughts fade quickly.. I know to keep my
distance. I head down the creaky old stairway and out into the night
with the moon casting it's glow across my pale face. The sounds of
the night singing a beautiful chorus as fresh blood flows in my veins
and there was no need for a drink of wine this night. The crickets
chirping and the bats in the distance. The cats hunting food, I know
I can always trust the little darlings; hedonist seeking pleasure..
true honesty. My walk in almost silence until I see a large man
smelling of alcohol and then a small figure laying on the ground
crying. Her dress is torn where she fell and it is obvious the man
seeks to strike her. I move quickly and catch his hand as he spins
startled, "what the hell". He laughs as he sees me and says
"you are stronger than you look, you want something? give me a
minute". "Oh yes, I want something darling I whisper as he
attempts to free his hand but cannot. I want you to apologize".
"You must be joking". As there is a witness I refrain from
breaking his arm, and instead gaze deeply into his eyes "you
will apologize and you will never drink alcohol again." He looks
bewildered and then turns to her and apologizes. The young woman
looks shocked as I continue on my way hoping to meet him another time
however it is his lucky night tonight.
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