The Doctor

I went to the GP today, it was overcast and I didn't ache as much.

After I told the doctor my symptoms he looked at me puzzled "So, you ache and burn up as if you have the flu, but only during daylight hours? (Which are long atm being that it is daylight savings), you haven't eaten or had a drink in weeks bar red wine, and your gums hurt all over like when your wisdom teeth come through? I can think of no modern ailment that suits your symptoms" he said.

Things got stranger still. He had trouble finding any pulse, my temperature was freezing and my blood black. He wishes not to treat me for anything until my blood test come back. He looked scarred as I left, I am not sure if that was for my sake or his.

Red moon rising

Jo's gone crazy, seriously I think she will share the same fate as Bill (locked up in the loony bin) if we don't do something to rectify the situation soon. Thing is tho, shes seems to have developed an irrational fear of me. She avoids, hides from and even jumps in fright at the sight of me. I don't know why, maybe it is because I look so deathly ill, so pale without the sunlight and food.

That's right I still haven't eaten. Well kinda... A strange thing did happen tho, despite my gum pain I found my self craving rare steak, literally bleeding, but every time I tried, it just wasn't rare enough. I usually like my steak medium... So you can understand my confusion when I discovered that I was tracking a live cow... Followed by my horror when I actually bit it... Whats wrong with me?

Whirling by

I'm slightly freaked, its only by logging on here that I have noticed that the time has flown, that I have missed entries, that my life is passing me by without me realizing.

Jo's sick, (I fear she has what I had) so I have been covering her shifts, I haven't had a day off since I was sick. Nor do I think I have eaten since then... Sophia has been bringing me bottles of foul tasting red wine. I drink them cos every part of me seems unwilling to go against her will. The good thing about drinking is it doesn't hurt my gum's. But I keep blacking out from it, waking in the night just before work. I have to work up the courage to say no to her, I fear that I have become some sort of addict....

Feeling amazingly better

Last night in my feverish sleep I had a rather saucy dream concerning yours truly and Sophia, yes that's right I have remembered the name of the mysterious lady.

Due to the dreams content I dare not go into detail, but It was definitely R18, delved into bondage and had us biting and drinking each others blood.

This morning I awoke with such vigor, I have not felt this good in a long time even before I got sick. I am so confused, even my scars from the insect bites seem to have cleared over night. The only thing that I could complain about is the excruciating pain in my gums. The pain is so great that I lack any desire to eat, despite my hunger.

More good news, I still have my job. My boss thinks I may have had the evil swine flu, and doesn't think it right to dismiss someone for something like that.

Spent the whole week in bed

Thats right, the whole week, and Im still not feeling well. I hope Ill still have my job...

I spend most of my time sleeping, and when my bite nightmares wake me in the middle of the night I think I see the mysterious lady in my room watching me. I know that it is just my fever causing me to hallucinate, but it just seems so real. So weak, must sleep more...

Not feeling so well

Took the day off work, feels like the flu :( I hope those bugs didn't give me anything from their bites.

Speaking of the dreaded bites, all bar 2 have cleared. The 2 on my inner wrist. They still swelter and seem worse in the mornings.

The dreams that I believe are linked to those 2 bites, have changed. Instead of my cat biting me it is now a red snake.

Damned bites

I am hoping that the unseasonably cold weather will kill off those bugs, I still have bites from last week. Most noticeably are the 2 on my inner wrist they irritate me constantly.

I have had strange dreams lately, that my cat has bitten me. I can only assume it is the bites irritating me in my sleep as in these dreams that is where she bites.

Sorry I didnt update last week...

Thing is, I don't remember much of last week. I remember going on a huge bender with Jo after work one night.

I remember running into our mysterious lady patron at some underground goth bar, and introducing myself. Clearly id had enough by that stage all ready. For the life of me I cant remember her name, did she even tell me it?

I think she joined our bender and came back to my place with Jo. This I am worried about... Cos although Jo has completely forgotten everything like I, the state that we found my place in when we woke up 2 days later was embarrassing to say the least.

There is spilt red wine on the carpet, the bed and couch, there are an array of sex toys lying about... It looks like I have my first ever lesbian encounter and I don't remember a thing. We are hoping that miss mysterious lady is in the same boat as us....

On top of that it seems that the mossies are out in force, I have some very annoying bites.

Red Satin Sheets

Man, what a wild month its been...

The cops wanted to look at the rose that I found on my door step weeks ago. To see if it could be linked to Bill at all. Turns out it wasn't, they printed it and they were very confused. The finger prints didn't match anything they had on file. They also said they found a hair amongst the petals, a bat hair/fur, in these parts? They figure that somehow if got cross contaminated or something.

In good news there's been no more murders/disappearances. But going by the series of events before the found bodies last time Id just say that threes been no more bodies discovered. Wonder where they are keeping them? No ones been caught so I suspect that they are still collecting. Its kinda creepy. Flag that, its very creepy.

The update on Bill isn't good, hes descending further into madness everyday. They had to relocate him to an isolated ward as he was disturbing the other patients. Nothing he says seems to make sense, but now hes yelling it. Almost calling, but whom or what?

The mysterious lady made her regular visit last night to the bar. And this time she walked right up to the bar and introduced herself, her name is Sophia, and shed like to get to know me more sometime... As she reached out her black lace gloved hand I felt a shiver rush up my spine and as she grasped my hand firmly it felt if her hand was ice, and that it was chilling through her glove. Not entirely sure I want to get to know her better.

Oh well, I got a present today, new satin sheets. They smell spicy, even after washing them. I am looking forward to sliding into them tonight. Not entirely sure who sent them Ill ask my parents when I call next week to wish Mum a happy birthday.

Bodies

So while the cops were investigating that graveyard (the one where they found the 17yr old) they stumbled across a partly open crypt. They found inside 4 other bodies, 2 dead and 2 dying. All covered in the same strange marks as that girl. Bill was among them... Alive, battered, and mad. Seriously insane, ranting all kinds of mumbo jumbo some of it not even English. They had to lock him up in a padded cell...

Jo and I cant go see him of course, only close friends and family. Thing is, its been almost a week and no ones gone to see him. In fact none of the other bodies have been identified either. Whoever these sickos are, they know what they are doing, picking up people that others don't even know exist.

As the rain poured down last night, seemingly washing away the filth of the weeks findings, we sat in the bar, unable to open as the cops were questioning and looking for clues. Turns out we were the last ones to see Bill before he got taken.

I was half listening to Jo's feeble attempt to chat up one of the cops and half contemplating on the fragility of life as I was looking out the window. Across the street, under the streetlight there stood a tall elegant figure, dressed in black and holding a black Gothic umbrella above her head. The only tinge of color was her silver shining eyes staring back at me.

Where a bouts

Its been a week and still no sign of Bill. Even though I care not for him, in fact I do not enjoy his presence at all, I still am a little worried about his where a bouts, something feels amiss. People have been disappearing all over town for a couple of months now, maybe he too got taken... The others at the bar are concerned too, Jo says that if he had gone on holiday he would've sent us a postcard by now. Strange regular if you ask me, but according to my colleagues hes got no one else. Oh great, now I feel bad for shunning him.

Now about these disappearances, they seem to coincide with a new group of nuts arriving into town. They claim to be vampires, you know Dracula, Nosferatu and crap, lol, there is clearly so much of that stuff in the media these days that people are starting to buy into it. To me these guys sound like a loopy cult using vampirism as a excuse to be strange, and some how get positive attention rather than negative. The cops found a body of a 17yr old chick in a graveyard last week. She had apparently gone missing a month ago. There isnt much they can say about the case yet but apparently she was covered in bites and marks that looked like some sort of ritual thing.

So our once a week patron came into the bar last night, I thought she looked more intense than usuall, her eyes were wider, like a cat thats been in the nip. And as she walked past me I think she actually smiled...

When I arrived home in the wee hours this morning there was a red rose glistening in the pale moonlight apon my door step. I thought it odd and then sighed a relief for Bill, maybe he was ok. Before snatching it up and locking my door. How the hell would he know where I lived? If Jo told him Im gonna die.

One week gone by

A week had gone by, and I was not in trouble, come to think of it, I hadn't seen my boss. Nor had I seen the mysterious lady again...










However I did have a regular patron, one annoying gent who had taken a shine to me. I try to avoiding him but he always seems to find his way to me, always asking me to poor his drinks. Jo says his name is Bill and I should milk it for what I can as he tips well. I dunno tho, he seems like a dodgy old coot. He always asks for the dirty named cocktails and shots, like slippery nipples... There is only so much humoring I can do.

Other than this Bill guy, work is going well. I'm really getting into it and can even do a few tricks now, you know flipping bottles and such. I'm getting along really well with Jo now too. We hang out on our days off watching old movies. Its nice to have a female friend like that again.

So anyway, yesterday Bill didn't turn up, Id be lying if I said I didn't sigh a relief. I know it seems mean, but I don't need the added stress.

But there 'She' was, walking into the bar, looking just as striking as last time, this time in a blood red corset and her black hair out, lapping at her shoulders. She seemed almost to glare at me as she walked past. I feel terrified of her, yet I find her alluring. It is an odd feeling...

Lets Start Again Shall We?

My life was spiraling out of control.

Recently my parents moved to a warmer climate.
A month ago I lost my job as an admin assistant in a building company due to staff cuts with the recession. And a fortnight ago, my partner of 2 years just up and left.... Id lost it all; my life, my confidence, any ounce of self worth.

So after a week of feeling down, you know ice cream out of the tub, bawling over Bridget Jones, tracksuits and tissues, heart fully serenading my cat with "All by my self..." (you get the idea) I decided it was enough. Time to pick this train wreck up, find a new job and move on with life.

I found an nice old lady with a granny flat she was willing to rent me for $150pw and started the job hunt.

Yesterday I started my new job, its a swanky club called 'Slime'. I work on the bar, the hours are terrible, but hey its a job.

Around 1am a woman walked in, terrifyingly beautiful, and strikingly classical, her long black hair swept up like something out of Breakfast at Tiffany's, her eyes piercing the scene around her, her lips blood red and almost glistening in the low lighting of the bar. As she walked past me I noticed a beautiful necklace clasped around her strong, slender, pale neck. It was clearly old, and worth a fortune, but yet, of the trend these days; black lace, strewn with gems and a cameo on the front. She sat at a table in the corner and seemed to breathe in the air, her chest swelled as if she was smelling an amazing scent and as her breast slowly began to fall and her corset loosen slightly our eyes met, for a second. In that second I felt as if she had glimpsed my soul, knew everything about me that I knew about myself, and then some.

My workmate Jo startled me back to existence "Stop staring" I must have just replied with a quizzical look "She'll want something red", Huh? But before I could ask Jo what she meant she had mixed up some sort of red cocktail and was handing it to me. "Well, take it to her". The strange thing was, when I got to the mysterious ladies table in the corner, she was gone.

When I talked to Jo later she had no information about the mysterious lady, except that she was a regular, liked red cocktails and that everyone at the bar is terrified of her. Something about her being very powerful or something... Oh God, I hope I didn't piss her off. I really don't want to have to find another new job.