Home is coming along well. I am quite pleased with all my little odds and ends so far. It is always fun to make everything new and shinning again. I've heard some people bitch and moan about moving and starting over again. I on the other hand enjoy it. The newness of it all. The exploration of it and learning all the nooks and crannies. Kind of like a child at a candy store for the first time.

Seems I've caught the eye of an ancient one. I don't know if this is good or bad. Although her blog is amazing. Her writing is amazing as well. Seems she is telling the story of her beginnings. I find myself reading in earnest depth. I linked her and she even came by and left some comments on my board and my last post. Her comment made me shiver and I wasen't cold.

Perhaps she is looking out for me. However I have a very hard time trusting one of my kind as if they are ancients and find any fault or flaw in a young one as myself they will destory them. To keep our speicies strong and pure. So I'm kind of nervous. Most vampires don't like my kind at all. Seems odd though as we all do the same thing. We live and thrive off of human blood.

I'm sure I'll find out in time what her motives are. I do hope she'll be someone I can trun to and maybe even learn from. It would be nice to have a muse or teacher. I think I'll go and take a long shower and wash my hair. That always relaxes me and gives me a clear thought.

Take care *poof*

The evening came and everything was in motion. I awoke right after dusk just as the sun set and the last visible signs of color had faded into the backdrop of the darkened sky. I am still not used to missing sunrises and sunsets. The beauty of the colors are still very much etched within my mind so in a sense I am not really missing them. Just the actual timing of it.

Evenings seem to blur into each other. Most things not changing much. Just the places and faces. I on the other hand at times despise what I am becoming. Does the beast ever rest? Still so many questions and yet I fear letting anyone get too close or in to ask them questions. Perhaps this uncertainty will end in time.

I thank the stars for my dancing. Music seems to pulse within my very soul and I become one with ever note. Each melody seems to caress my very essence and sooth my tired mind. Thought evaporates into nothingness and I become the music. My limbs its extensions, my every movement a sonnet of bliss. If only the music and dance could go on forever and all eternity for this is my only solace and respite form the beast. The hunger that commands and beckons and I must bid its callings.

It was nice to come here and see some have left their comments. I look forward to meeting others of like minded things and interests. Most here seem very nice indeed.  Until next we meet faretheewell bloggers, mortals and immortals.....

Within the confines of my mind there are those rare times when I reflect on the multi-level motions of my past. While they blur together in confusion I once again am reminded that I am a renegade, a lone vampyre and therefore much easier to access. This is one of the main reasons I remain on the run. Never truly able to plant roots or feel any real meaning of a home. However there are positive aspects to this ongoing travel. I am never bored. Life can be sweet and I enjoy each moment. I've learned to take the bitter with the sweet.

So here I am once again at a cross roads. Starting over again. Building up my clients and students. Many which become willing cattle of my never ending need to feed. With each passing year my humanity dwindles and my cravings grow. If only I could find my sire. The one whom created me and gave me this dark gift. Then perhaps I could come to some sort of understandings and grips as to whom I am. I have been called a Catiff which is not a nice word within the realm of the vampyre and I have had to work harder to gain just a tad of respect.

I don't mind the hard work as hard work builds character. Most places I've left behind I've also left behind my mark and a reputation that will not soon be forgotten. So here I shall remain for a time. Looking for others of my kind as even we immortals long for some kind of belonging. Try as hard as we may to be unlike mere mortals we still long and need. We still love and lust. Just the extremes to which we show our true feelings and emotions many times are very masked as we guard our weaknesses as well as our strengths.