Here I am, once again. Uncertainty filling my troubled mind. He has been silent, gone from me again. I am unsure how I should deal with this change in events. Should I rage? Should I languish in silence and lament what is once again gone from me. My home, in its secluded glen, isn't enough anymore. Thoughts of destroying it have come and gone. ( Read more... )

I found this on Louis' journal, I was naturally curious. So I took the test, and these are the results.


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My mind has wandered to the very brink of desolation and back again. When he leaves for his nightly sojourn, where I do not know, I begin to worry. My boundless imagination seems to be playing the part of the demon that stokes the fires of my anger and fear. He has no reason to leave me, not even for her. Here, we three make this our home. Here it ( Read more... )

Lies and confusion. Yes I am happy with Jessica here, who wouldn’t be? Down, in the dark places of my mind I hear the screaming of my torment, clawing and desperate to be released. I am becoming unsettled as each night passes; in truth I am becoming weary of it all ( Read more... )

The nights seem to be slowing down, not passing as quickly. And just when I settle into that slow pattern, they fly by so quickly that I am left staggering to keep up. My nights are filled with Jesse and Avicus, our home is full of laughter. Age old bitterness is gone having been replaced by silent understanding and reflection. I don’t know why I ( Read more... )

Jessica has again drifted back into my life, I feel whole once more. Two of the most important beings in my life will soon be by my side. I couldn’t ask for anything more than that. I cannot say for sure how much Avicus and Zenobia will like this, but I cannot let her go off again without having some of her time ( Read more... )

What in this world drives us from our tombs at dusk? We are not mortal, we do not have jobs to scurry off to nor do we have tender ones depending on us to survive in this strange world of fact and fiction. So what is it that makes us want to rise at night, to see the world around us? Blood? Blood is the root of all living things; the circle of ( Read more... )

Things keep moving steadily as the preparations for our home located in the mountains above Kingston. Jamaica is everything that I expected it to be. Warm and lush full of life from plant to mortal. The waters surrounding the island are too tempting to stay away from and I find myself there often. I could live out countless lifetimes here. Our home ( Read more... )