My name is Jade, and this journal has weekly dribble. How I live, work, and shop, whom I eat, and how I deal with sharing a world with humans, demons and various things in between. I've been dead for over 300 years, but frankly, being a vampire has never been harder.

2-24-05

It’s been a hell of a week so far, but at least the snow stopped long enough for me to grab a bite last night, complements of my old girlfriend, Janice, in Connecticut. We prowled downtown Hartford around 1 A.M. and found a tasty pair by the park, two pathetic dudes who had carjacked this old lady and were debating what to do with her after she fainted on them. I won’t mention what kind of human dredge picks on the elderly.

Janice was the one who noticed them. Usually, she’s not so picky about dinner, but since I was in town, she went the extra mile to find us some politically correct munchies. I don’t eat just anybody, you know, just lovers and those that deserve a little vigilante justice, vampire-style.

Anyway, we trailed them for about five blocks after they forced their way into this lady’s car at a stoplight. Hello, human-types? Is it so damn hard to remember to lock your car doors?!? So they push their way into this oversized Lincoln Continental and drive like loonies for five blocks at fifty miles an hour. Of course, primo benefit of being the undead - it wasn’t much of a challenge to keep up with them until THEY stopped at a light.

I mentioned locking your doors, yes? Anyway, we ripped the little beasties out of the car and dragged them another block and a half to the park.

Slirp slirp slirp. You know the rest.

Funny thing about Janice. Draining the life out of someone gets her hot, I mean really hot. Don’t get me wrong. She’s not into necrophilia or anything. She just gets off on the thrill of a good kill. And this was a good kill.

For two hours, we rolled around in the frozen grass. Humans can be good lovers, tender and oh so vulnerable. But a mature vampire with fresh hot blood in her veins? Nothing compares. Had anyone come upon us, they’d have been instant munchies and to hell with my wonky ethics. Steamy sex makes a girl peckish.

Three hours before dawn, I had to leave. It takes a solid two and a half hours to get from Hartford to Boston, as the vamp flies, if you’ll pardon the expression. And after a good meal and great sex, the last thing I wanted was to have to dig myself a bed for the day in some frozen patch of New England dirt.

And so, today’s my last night off and it’s back to the graveyard shift at the docks. Winter’s a slow month, so I should be glad I wasn’t laid off. A vamp’s gotta pay her bills, just like anyone else. And there aren’t that many jobs where nobody asks too many questions. Have an I.Q. higher than the number of states in the Union and pass a pee test, and you too can wear a tacky badge and be a security guard for the City of Boston. Ah the joys. 

Catch you later,

Jade Murphy

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