Vampire Journal

Good evening, my friend. It’s been a while since I've seen you here. I've not been very venturesome lately. Just been staying home, reading. I've figured that I should improve myself, so I've been taking an online college course. What subject? Ancient Mythology. Fascinating subject. It’s been ages since I've really thought about high school, where I was first exposed to the Greek and Roman gods and goddesses. Plus we're going over Egyptian, Mayan, Aztec, Norse and Celtic. Next semester, we'll be going over the Asian religions. So yeah, I've been having fun in front of a computer. Plus Wolfram and Hart will pay more if I've got a degree.

Yeah, I'm greedy. But I'm also going through an upswing of my obsessive-compulsive disorder, making it tough to get out to eat and lift people's wallets. So paying the bills will be easier if I'm making more. It's really tough just to be sitting here at the bar. I want to reach into my pocket and take out my Sani-wipes and just start rubbing down my seat, the bar, myself, you, that moron Clem over there...well, you get the idea.

So anyways, did you ever find Willow? I haven’t seen her lately, myself. I miss that amazingly sexy witch. I’ve wanted her so badly lately, I’ve even been dreaming about her. Definitely better than my usual dreams, that’s for sure. What dreams? Oh, from what I’ve learned talking to other vampires, we all dream about the same. People we’ve eaten, places we’ve been, in addition to blood bathed visions of hell and shredded flesh. I don’t very often like these dreams, after all, I always dream of being soaked in blood. A good thing, yes, but I wake up feeling absolutely filthy. I sometimes stay standing in the shower for two hours afterwards.

She’s where? England? Well, hell. I can’t get to Europe right now, I’ve been ordered to keep an eye on this gathering of teenage girls the Slayer is getting together. I’ve no clue why. The big guys at Wolfram and Hart haven’t been talking a lot lately, yet I still keep getting paid. Rumors have it as being a change at the top, but I haven’t heard anything from the guy I usually talk to, the lawyer who recruited me, Lyle.

I’ve been watching, when I can get close enough. Whole herd of girls just punching, kicking, swinging stakes around. The Slayer barking orders, telling them how to fight demons and vampires with minimal risk. I would be terrified, but I’m still faster at running away than the Slayer and all the others are no faster than regular humans. I’ve also been memorizing their faces, so I know who to avoid in the future. Granted, after about 60 years, probably less, I’ll be in the dark again, but I should have a few good decades of safety.

I still can’t figure out why though. Why train all those girls? I mean, I understand the basic self defense courses that most women take to prevent rape or murder or what not, but teaching these girls to fight demons and vampires…It is almost like she’s setting them up to be meals. All ok with me, food that comes looking for you, but totally out of character for the Slayer. I mean, she fights to protect people like that, ya know? So what is she doing, training a Slayer army? Heheh.

She IS? Oh, great. That’s just fucking wonderful. Maybe I should flee to England. See if I can’t turn the witch while fleeing doom. I need to go call Lyle. Thanks for the information. I’ll be around again, I’m sure. Have a good night. Don’t let the vampires bite.

Man, after almost a whole year I finally get back to writing this. I can’t believe it. I’ve only got a few parts left, so hopefully the ending won’t take nearly as long as the rest of it has. Beodel.