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.