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Journal Entry – June 28, 2010

Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written another entry. Although I have no idea who I’m supposed to be apologizing to. The Gods of Journalling who look down on my errant ways and say, “Nay, John, we shalt smite thee or at least force ye to endure five hours of nonstop vuvuzela playing,”?

Side note for future generations: A vuvuzela is an annoying-as-fuck horn that makes a noise sounding like a swarm of angry bees. Humans got into it during the World Cup this year, now everyone wants to take those things and shove them up somebody’s ass.

I would like to volunteer the guy who cut me off on Mission Street last night.

Totally getting lost on a tangent. Anyway, I haven’t been diligent, but there’s been a whole lot of shit going on. I was barely fresh from my first few days as a vampire when Flynn returned and everything went sorta helter skelter from there. I was still going out hunting with Victor and Dad at that point and supplementing my kills with popping a cold bag o’blood into the microwave and trying to come as close to achieving 98.6 as possible. As you can imagine, it didn’t take Victor too long to get a teeny, tiny bit distracted, though, once Flynn started coming around more often.

Which, honestly, I don’t blame him for.

Nah, I was getting along pretty awesome by then, which is probably why Victor felt he could let himself get swept up. He’s too good of a maker to fall asleep at the switch. I was doing great, he was still checking in with me and giving me that look he gives me when I’ve done something less-than-brilliant. I was still doing shit to inspire that look, but I wasn’t being careless or reckless and so, a few weeks ago, Victor cut the apron strings and let me out on a hunt by myself. (Well, technically speaking, I did that once beforehand, but I kind of pissed him off that time.) Ever since then, the whole feeding thing’s been getting easier and easier. Unfortunately, that means I’ve been having other issues.

It started just after we returned from killing Gabby’s maker. Well, alright, I’ll warn you, a few of these things are going to sound a little weird, but bear with me, because the chain of events is kind of important. I apologize to whoever eventually reads this journal entry. Flynn was in Dad’s body like he normally is (not a voice, but I guess he’s become some sort of disembodied consciousness) until he started missing Victor too damn much and wanted out of the dream world where he’d been with Gabby. Long story short, in order to wake her up, he had to possess her body and now, he’s walking around as a hot chick until Gabby’s ready to deal with the real world.

And when I say hot chick, I mean hoooottttt chick. There are only two reasons I’ve been able to hold myself back, and that’s because… dear God, it’s Flynn in that body. Fucking Flynn. I wouldn’t tap that in a bloodthirsty, psychopathic rampage let alone in my right mind. But also, because Delilah would birth little kittens if I was screwing another vampiress. So, I’ve been a good boy and kept the pistol holstered.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop me from seeing way more than I should. I’ve snuck downstairs and seen them in the music room wearing absolutely nothing and holy fuck, redheaded chick with nice breasts? I’ve started calling around the corner whenever I go downstairs to make sure everybody knows the other member of the house is out and about. And one time, me and Lydia, as a practical joke set a couple of mortals loose in the backyard when they locked themselves in the bedroom for a couple of days. Hot redheaded chick, naked, with blood dripping on her fangs.

Somebody call Hugh Hefner, ‘cause I think PlayVamp needs to happen.

It’s not just been that, though. I feel somewhat embarassed admitting a couple of other things I’ve thought about quick before turning my attention elsewhere. I don’t know what it all means yet, to be honest. Being vague in a journal… how sixth grade. I can’t help it, though. And I know what’s causing it anyway, so it doesn’t need to be acknowledged. What’s causing all this? Besides pointing out the fact that I haven’t slept with Delilah in over two months?

Blood and sex go hand-in-hand for us vamps. And now that I’m not lost in a haze whenever I feed, the other senses have been able to take over. The night after the ‘Gabby’s-body-naked-with-blood-dripping-from-fangs’ incident, I went out to hunt and picked a really nice looking brunette to feed on. I had her glamored in seconds and pressed her against me while I drank from her neck. The problem is, I started getting more and more turned on the more I drank until the other head which does half my thinking for me played Pop Goes the Weasel.

I really underestimated just how potent the sex part of all this is. When you’re a vamp, it’s downright intense. You could rip the clothing off someone and fuck them blind in a New York minute before regrouping and coming back for more. I wanted that woman writhing underneath me in the worst possible way and by the time I got home, I couldn’t settle in my own skin again. I think I even dreamed that night about little Miss Brunette spread out on my bed like a buffet.

I’ve got two words for you: Femoral artery.

Anyway, this whole thing is just maddening. I can’t sort my shit out properly and don’t know if I’m lusting… the places where I’m lusting… because I need a good fuck or if I need vampire sex rehab. We have planned to go over Robin’s place tonight and I’m hoping being around family will at least distract me a little. Who knows? I just know it’s getting to the point that I might need to talk to Victor about it, before I lose my senses and do something really stupid.

Promise to update you sooner, little journal.

Adios todos,
John

P.S. – I really miss the look Delilah gets in her eyes when she’s right at that point and about to let go. I understand why we can’t sleep together… Victor doesn’t want us blood bonding with me being such a young immortal… but damn… this is harsh.

Wish temperature affected us vampires more, ’cause I think I need a cold shower.

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