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.
 

April 5^th 2005

It’s been a fun couple of weeks. I’m being stalked. Fun? I think so. And it gets better. My stalker is a werewolf. Or should I say THE werewolf that I smelled a few weeks back. Humorous really.

Maybe I should take a step back and explain a few things. First off, one werewolf is in no way a match to any vampire, even a wet-behind-the ears newly turned prat. And it’s been over 300 years since I anyone called me a prat and lived.

Let’s start w/ the basics:

Vamp - undead.

werewolf - very VERY mortal.

Vamp - preternaturally strong, fast, and.. you know. UNDEAD.

werewolf - faster than a human, nasty claws, and stinky breath.

Vamp - hunts at night. Sleeps during the day 365 nights a year.

werewolf - hunts at night -only during full moons. 3 x 12 = 36 nights a year.

So yeah, this git could hunt me during the day, in human form. But ya know, most werewolves barely recognize their beastial selves when in human form. So how well do you think he can track me when he’s not all fuzzy and muzzle-like?

And how well can I track HIM when he smells the same, wolf or human? I’ll give ya a minute to mull that one over.

Anyway, otherwise, dullsville in vampland. Been over a week since I disemboweled someone, so I guess I’m due, eh? I’d take out the wolfboy, but that’d spoil my entertainment for the week.

April 6^th 2005 

So crossed paths with Jackie again tonight. Well, can it be called “crossing paths” when I’m following her? Hmmm. She was out alone, no sign of T.B., so I thought it might be time to..ahem.. introduce myself. Nicely.

Hey. I can be nice. Mostly. Sometimes...whatever.

I followed her into the subway at Boylston station around 10pm or so. There were a good dozen other riders in semi-conscious state on the trolley car when she got on. I hopped into the next car for two stations before getting into her car. (Stealthy me). I chose a seat across from her and stared at her until she noticed me. So much for stealth.

To explain my appearance in a nutshell - short, dyed spikey black hair, back eyes (it’s a vamp thing), and pasty white skin (‘nother vamp thing). The fangs don’t show unless I want them to. Wore a thin black jacket, black jeans, black boots.

I like black. I can be stereotypical if I want to. Bite me.

Anyway, after an obviously uncomfortable time (for her) she looked daggers at me and asked what the hell I was staring at. It went kinda like this:

”What the hell are you staring at?” she said.

”Not sure yet,” I replied, taking her comment as an invitation to sit next to her on the double seated bench.

She lifted one blond eyebrow. “If this is a pickup, I’m not interested.”

”You think you’ve got someone already, eh?”

Can you really drip sarcasm? If so, I did.

She turned away from me. “What do you want?”

What did I want? Who knows. After 350 years, I’m entitled to be random, aren’t I?

”I want to know you.”

”Freak.” She stood up.

I grabbed her wrist, warm in my cold grasp. “Who are you watching out for?”

That got her attention. She sank back down on the bench. “What are you talking about?”

”You’re watching. Always watching your surroundings. You saw me the moment I stepped on the train car behind this one. Fifteen people on that car, a dozen on this one, but you saw me. Why?”

She crossed her arms, her eyes darting to the doors as they opened at the next station. Two people on, one off. She saw it all.

”So I’m aware of my surroundings. In case you hadn’t noticed, this isn’t a safe city at night.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I noticed. Doesn’t explain why you’re so vigilant.”

Anger clouded her expression. “Go to hell.”

I leaned closer and whispered, “Far too late for that.”

Something about my proximity triggered her more primal instincts. Fear overtook anger.

“Who are you?” she asked.

I stood up as the train slowed for the next station. “Jade.”

Before she could respond, I was out of sight.

So I get a kick out of spookin’ the locals w/ preternatural speed.

TO BE CONTINUED

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