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I see that I have been promoted, and now I am a parasite. How fabulous to be a parasite!

I intend to fully enjoy this period, to fully embrace parasitism. From, of course, the side that dines on the unwilling.



For once, to look upon my brother leach and my sister tapeworm, and reflect that we are all one, all sipping at the unwitting crimson river of life.

Approaching midnight.

In the days when my blood flowed, when I breathed oxygen, when my heart pumped blood through my veins, and when I walked in the warmth of the sunlight, I longed for the immortality of the undead. I craved it. It was a romantic existence -- I nearly wrote, I romantic life Hah!



But how, having achieved it lo! these many years past -- what can I say? How many of you are as bored as I? How abbreviated is my life?

I arise with the sunset, and I must be always concerned with predation -- with sustenance. I must be discreet, which means I must be careful with my choice of prey and careful to leave it alive but unmindful. The process of locating, stalking, quietly attacking, drinking, and carefully departing, often takes up the entire night. And then, the next day, I must begin all over again.



Such is the life of a predator.

When my night is day, where is the light?

Well, my computer is glowing, but it is a beautiful dark night. So early. The entire long winter night stretching before me.



I'm already hungry. I believe I'll take a walk by the outskirts of town. It's far too cold for campers, but we'll see. The sad thing is, there are some desperate people and some of them may indeed be braving the weather. It's cold, but warm for December.

Perhaps I'll be lucky. And, if not, the bars will still be open. Perhaps, emptying by the time I get back.

Blood with a load of alcohol is not my meal of choice. It makes me feel loaded down and ill -- a bit tipsy, to tell the truth. But they are such easy prey.

And I've learned to be careful. I'm careful where I leave them. By the time they wake up, they're none the wiser, the drunk ones. They figure they just had too much.

Myself, I'm in my coffin long before dawn. It does bring an end to the night.

But, after all, that's all we're about. Taking down our prey. Making our living.



Best regards,

Erzebet