4th June 2007

I learned from my maker and did everything she told me to, although some of her practices were too gruesome for me to follow willingly. Still, I abide by her because I fear losing myself, for immortality does not mean, never, ever dying . But I feel like a lapdog, though my senses are surely, better than one. I can hear a butterfly's wingbeat from a mile away, and I can smell the chance at fresh prey before looking it. But immortality comes at a price, and I cannot speak to any living soul. I cannot love, I cannot feel pain. Still, I feel as powerful as a king in one of Master's books, and that is a price I am willing to pay.