It's Never Going to End

It's a funny statement for a vampire, but it's true. The same witch who stocked us, tried to bewitch us and kill us is at it again. This time she takes the form of a loving, demanding soul (yes, still the same woman) trying to become one of us. She claims that she just wants to be friends and to become, literally, one of US! Master is intrigued by this latest attempt and seems to be enjoying her attention.

DAMN SPELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


It's going to have to be on me, it seems. Rage had a face, it would be mine. I'm fed up! I am done! If she wants him so damn badly, she can have him. He obviously wants her....

Starting to Take Off

We have been selling jewelry on our two Etsy shops and on our website. One shop is for his steampunk and classic jewelry (many pieces are Victorian in nature) and the other shop is for my funky, hippie hemp items. As hard as it is for a vampire to admit, I enjoy making our items to sell. I manage both online shops and our website. We work most nights and still have our other jobs.

Master has been feeding me a little bit now. Not like before, but I take what I can get. I do miss our outright blood baths. The smell, the taste, the feel of warm sticky crimson life-force all over my......oh, I better stop. Things are getting moist......

Jewelry, yes, we are making it and it is starting to sell. Good. Aye.

If you are interested.

A Spree!!!!!

It's a funny word, Spree. Put in front of the word "shopping," and it sounds like a wonderful day/evening out. But put it in front of "killing," and for some reason it just sounds like heaven! And if you add the word "Karma," then WOW!

Karma Killing Spree

Impressive, isn't it? Letting karma do your dirty work. The problem comes when impatience becomes unbearable.

Speaking in riddles, well get used to it. I'm pissed and there are too many reasons to voice.

Ever get the feeling that something is going on, just outside of your realm, but has a major impact on every aspect of your existence? I've got that in spades.

A full feeding is still out of my hands. Nibbles here and there.....I am going mad. Hunger lust sounds about right. And to top it off, my master has decided that we are no longer doing our ceremony and he won't let me feed on him.

So basically, he was never truly my master, or he has rejected me. Off to find a shoulder to chew on...... how about yours? Turn around slowly and see!

Just kidding....


Vampire for hire. I could be the Karma Vampire. You need an evil doer out of your life, call me and I feed on them until they no longer pose a negative threat to you. It's called Pushing Karma, and in truth, I don't recommend it. It can come back to haunt you. Guilt can be far worse than the original act.

I need a smoke. AND I need for these damn painters to stop leering at me. I would "take care of them," but I need them to finish their work. Listen to a vampire scream. Ready? NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Getting ready for Changes

Master has lived for a VERY long time. I can't say exact years....I'd get in trouble. But every 40 years or so, when he has to 'start over,' he likes to pick up a different career path. This time it is jewelry making. He spends every night, all night learning and honing his new craft. Benefit for me, I get to try out his creations. So what style of jewelry does a vampire make? All kinds. Classic, modern (yes a vampire CAN know what modern is), steam punk and Gothic. Side note: I've been making hippie jewelry for years.

It Keeps Going On

I am not sure what to write about. I am lonely. Nothing new. Master has kept me in the dark (metaphorically speaking) for so long now. Our neighborhood is free off all rodents (including squirrels), cats and dogs under 20 pounds. No, not really. I spared a couple of poodles (too much hair.) Yes, I have been reduced to foraging. Not a proud vampiric moment. But I must survive, right?

We went out a few nights ago and ran into some old pirates we have hung out with in the past. It was fun. They aren't really pirates (well, I suppose they could be, I don't know them THAT well.) They were tempting me with their live warm necks, damn why won't my master feed me or let me feed on others? It is almost unbearable going into a crowded bar, have people brush against me as they come and go, hearing their heart beat quicken when they start to wonder if I might be what they think I might be. Smelling fear mixed with alcohol to a point where their curiosity forces them to speak to me. It is intoxicating! And frustrating. Master just laughs at me.

I Lied

I didn't go to Japan. Just went to sleep. I can't tell you where I slept, but the sounds of fireworks woke me. New Year's Eve. Master would have let me sleep forever if he had it his way. But I woke, and I am hungry. Watch out!

Roll 'Em Out!!!

It is time to move on. The witch we have been concerned about has moved into our town. We had fled her awhile back after her constant attempts to control/manipulate us became too much to bare. Now we have real evidence that she has bored of her resent victimizes and has decided to come at us again.

It think our mistake was not moving far enough away. We won't make that mistake again. As much as we love our view of the Atlantic Ocean, we are looking to the Pacific coast. Or Japan, I like Japan.