As with most of my bodily experiences on this planet, my plans are not what will actually happen. I had my trip figured out when I saw that stupid commercial for the sunscreen. But even before that, Master had doubts as to whether a trip during summer was a good idea. We normally go into a sort of hibernation so our chance of exposure is minimized. Usually that involves only going out for work (although I was laid off last summer...I keep hoping they will do that again. I am so tired of working for humans I could strike!) and hanging out in our top floor condo facing the ocean. We have thick dark drapes that keep that damned ball of gas from shining in, but in the evenings we enjoy watching the moon rise over the ocean, beautiful.
You may have noticed that I haven't mentioned my master much lately. I am angry at him. Not in the oh you left the refrigerator door open and my bag of juice spoiled mad, I am angry. He hasn't allowed me to feed in months now, but I see stains on the corner of his mouth. There is a churning deep inside...I feel his breaking from me ever since we hadn't performed our ceremony. Just when I think I cannot handle going without feeding, being pushed to my limit....
OH, and it feel like 95 degrees to humans, but I am chilled to the bone. I NEED TO FEED!!! [sigh] My flesh is ice cold to the touch, what blood is still running through my veins is purple, sluggish and void of life-force.
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