5th January 2009

I chose not to record my thoughts here for months, for other vampyre have stumbled upon this space. So I changed the name, but it will stay the same, whether or not they have seen it. I have written or done nothing that I ought to be ashamed of. I spent the last days of the New Year living with Master at her manor and I met the great Lucifer, who though he cannot, and does not wish to control me, still makes my blood run cold, if only I had any blood. He is not a man, but much more than a man. And he, thought us, much. Yet none of what we were required to learn. I am not young, I was never young since five hundred years ago. And five hundred years ago, was but a century old. To see the humans worry about their appearance is nothing but hilarious, for I've looked like this for as long I can remember, though I get tired of it, and I yearn to change what I can.