[Private]
The blood the admiral had so kindly provided for the vampires of the ship tastes human yes but without that beating heart that accompanied the drink it may have well been red colored water it is so bland. My entire being aches every second to take each and every mortal on this vessel till there was no one left. So my thoughts on such a matter must remain closed, should anyone read.
Dear God, how easily I slide to this state.
It is only now after speaking with Spike, the newest damned on this ship that I have been drinking the bottle blood less and less each day.The day comes when I cannot control my impulses, and yet, even with the watchful eye of a warden now I do not care. God forbid the soul straying by the moment that day comes.
[Public]
The mist of the flood waters begins to dissipate. The memories of that "mirror" self and the ease to how I could slide to that form will not abide, I must live on with what I was and what I could be.