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    Week 3 ~ Old Flames ~ Thursday

    I’ve never been happier to be back home and in a shower, washing off the day’s work.

    I’m not sure how I can do this. With each day I get this feeling, this surging need to fill, to gorge, and to drink. I’m not stupid, oh, of course I know what is needed, but do I have the heart to do it? To bite into the neck or wrist of some poor unsuspecting human and have a drink of their blood, the very thing that fuels them?

    What happens if I don’t? Must it be live human blood? Oh, how terrible! How utterly terrible! I’m just not sure if it is terrible for me or for them, perhaps both…

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    Week 3 ~ Old Flames ~ Thursday

    As soon as I arrive at my reaping location an old man is on his knees before me, crying and begging his poor little heart out. He says some thing, I’m not sure what, because all I can hear is that gentle rhythm of life beating persistently within his chest. It drowns out whatever is said.

    Oh dear, how badly I wish to take a drink from him, how badly I realize I NEED it…but I also need this job and we reapers are not allow to kill. At all.

    So, in an act of kindness I revive his loved one, but honestly I must admit, it is mainly just so that I can get away from these humans before I rip into the neck of one.

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    Week 3 ~ Old Flames ~ Thursday

    The work of reaping continues for me and I must admit it is growing a bit stale. Yes, I do love it, the act of reaping is important and I am happy to have been selected for it but I do wish there was more for me to do? At least I have a reaping today and that usually brings a bit of excitement to it but I must prepare myself before I send someone off to their next journey.

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    Week 3 ~ Old Flames ~ Thursday

    The day starts with a chorus of meows as Fifi cries for attention. She is a kitten, after all, but I do wonder why she has to be so loud about it? As soon as I make my way downstairs she acts as if she has done nothing at all.

    “My little demon, you do realize I can hear those from across the street now, yes?” She just looks up at me, confused, or perhaps, vindicated? “You are truly wicked, do you know that?”

    And she walks away, mission accomplished I suppose.

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    Week 3 ~ Old Flames ~ Wednesday

    Normally, one walks their dog in the middle of the day but for me the night is perfect. The light of the moon feels great on my skin and this once dark and haunted neighborhood feels magical now.

    I’m not sure what Aurel is up to or where he is at, when I came back, he was nowhere to be found. So much for pet setting. Either way, I’m feeling just a little bit more confident in myself. Being a vampire isn’t the end, I can still live a somewhat normal life, as if I were ever normal any ways…

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    Week 3 ~ Old Flames ~ Wednesday

    I get up and try to get out of there before I paint this entire library red with her blood but she is persistent and I soon understand why. She is hitting on me?

    “There is this old place, Castle Spa, something like that? I’d like to take you there,” she says, which must be the date that I’ve agreed to.

    “Y-yes, oh my, yes, how wonderful! I know the place. Yes, yes I do-”

    “See you there Friday night?”

    I suppose so, yes, I spend a lot of time there don’t I? Why not? She’s cute, I believe, now only if I could get rid of the urge to see her bleed…

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    Week 3 ~ Old Flames ~ Wednesday

    But I am soon tested with the arrival of another young woman who was at first going from bookshelf to bookshelf searching for something. I hoped she would not come my way so of course she does.

    “Hey! Late night studying, huh?” She asks and then she assumes this is a conversation I want to have so sits across from me.

    “Y-yes, yes, late night studying,” I say a little unsure of myself. I am usually more confident, I am not scared of interaction, but there is a smell to her, I realize. A scent that dares to bring me dangerously closer to her.

    “Connie, by the way! I come here at night sometimes too, this place just lends itself to it I believe? There usually isn’t anyone else around especially no one using these old machines.”

    “Ah, well, old things do have a certain charm to them,” I say, still taking in her scent. It was cloying, perhaps that is the best way I can put it? Tempting…but not enough for me to lose my composure.

    “Yes I agree! I’ve always liked old things and…thump thump, thump thump, thump thump, thump thump,” she continues to speak but the beating of her heart is soon all I can hear. I try my best to focus on whatever else she might be saying but I cannot escape its call. I feel like ripping it out of her chest just to stop it, but I imagine that would not be proper and I imagine this is the wrong place to do it.

    “Yes, yes of course,” I say hurriedly, trying to focus on my research and not the gory thought that just flitted into my brain.

    “Great! I look forward to it!”

    Oh, oops, I must have agreed to doing something with her and did not even realize it…

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    Week 3 ~ Old Flames ~ Wednesday

    Thanks to Pearl I’ve learned how to wear my ‘old’ skin once again. I do miss it which is odd because I’ve never really thought much about it before.

    Either way, I get out of my old little house and head to a place of comfort for me, the Ravenwood library, and continue my research on the macabre.

    It is quiet here as it usually is at night which is why I come at this time of day. There is something about silence that I find I enjoy. It gives you time to think, time to process, and an ability to simply be.

    I am also thankful that there are no 'humans’ around because I’m not quite sure how I’d deal with that. I’ve yet to have 'the thirst’ as it is called…

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    Week 3 ~ Old Flames ~ Wednesday

    My job today was to simply collect lost souls and close fissures and thanks to the hood I am able to do this in middle of the day. I do not dare look up at the sun or test it as I know it is now no friend of mines.

    As for this task, it is pretty simple, but grim has told me that moving forward I will be getting more challenging tasks and he’s sure I can handle them thanks to being a vampire. We are very durable after all.

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