When I looked in the broken bathroom mirror this morning, I was taken aback slightly by how ill I appeared. My work colleagues have not commented on the matter. Really, I should change my lifestyle if this is what the effects are, after all, it is better to look good than it is to feel good. Recently, I have been drinking less and have been more stable. It is not just due to my activities after dark, for I have found worth in my charity work. The kids I am working with are not the bunch of pathetic individuals I had thought they were to be. It is somewhat sad to say, but I have come to look forward to the time spent with them.
At work I learnt that Miss. Graham, is not going to be committed to a psychiatric ward as I had hoped. Government budget cuts means that it simply cannot be done. She has been given some exotic concoction of pills to take. I do not see how they could work any better than meditation and exercise, but she does like her pills. They should keep her content for a while, at least. When I got back from work I found that the new razor-blades, which I had ordered had arrived. They are so much sharper than the blades I had been using. They cut through skin like it is tissue paper. They most certainly need to be handled with care, but practice makes perfect, and perfect is what I aspire my technique to be.
I was eager to try my new razors out, so as soon as darkness started to fall, I chose a station at random from the underground map and made my way there. The choice to stray from my usual feeding grounds, was due to a yearning for something new, someone in a Filipino flavour, or like. I soon ended up at Kensal Rise, cautiously prowling the unfamiliar streets. Patience eventually landed me with a victim. Ideally she would have been several years younger, for the blood of the youthful just seems to taste so much sweeter. Till the time seemed right, I torturously exhibited self control. Then, I got out the razor-blade meant for her, and my head filled with all the beautiful things that could soon be. I pictured domineering and raping her while stifling her screams, then climaxing as her skin was sliced and parted to allow blood to pool in my mouth. Alas, such poetry could never be, for I fear my genitalia would spur laughter.
Just as I began to salivate and make my approach, my phone rang and ruined everything. It was an idiotic mistake, one that I have sworn about several times since. The call was from Rachel, who wanted to invite me to another one of her gatherings. Since I was not happy about investing the time needed to track down a new victim, I saw attending the party as a worthy alternative, so I promptly set off on my way, but unfortunately a mugger blocked it. Owing to the amount of time I spend on poorly lit streets at night, it was only a matter of time before I met with such a situation. I was somewhat amused by the threats delivered and that clearly unnerved the desperado. Clearly, he was of no real threat, so I voiced some nonsensical rhyming rubbish to unnerve the fellow further. Then, we scuffled. He was the stronger, but I had less restraint, and so I eventually managed to pin him to the ground, where I cut the bastard’s little finger off with the knife he had threatened me with. I still have his severed finger.
I only had to share Rachel’s company with two others, and thankfully I did not have to talk to them much. I have no idea where or why she got acquainted with them, they certainly were not her work colleagues. Most of the night was spent playing poker, while placing bets of millilitres of our blood. I actually ended up drinking more than I would have otherwise, and for the first time I saw that Rachel has an appetite that rivals my own. It somewhat worries me that I did not win more, for it makes me think that I may not be as good as masking what is on my mind as I thought. Although I welcomed the blood had, it seemed weird being willingly given it. I would have much preferred it if there was some sort of struggle involved. If I were to suggest such a role play to Rachel, I am quite sure she would be willing, but I fear what she would want it to lead to.
