I can't write much at the moment, I'm still pretty messed up.

Shortly after my last entry, I was asked to head to Vancouver to look into a missing deliverer, Jack. Jack was a good friend of mine. I say was because all I was able to find of him was his head. Someone -- a vampire -- has left a message, a very clear one at that.

God I miss him. I met him shortly after I was brought into the business, and we'd been close ever since. In this game, you don't have relationships with regular, everyday people. If it wasn't for Jack, I wouldn't have made it this far.

We last spoke in August. I had called just to shoot the shit, as usual, complaining about the humid Ontario summer. Jack, of course, rubbed in my face the fact that he was enjoying a temperate summer in beautiful B.C. He mentioned a rumour that a new vamp was trolling Vancouver, and he was enjoying his last free weekend before beginning the search.

And now Jack's dead. I should have destroyed his remains when I found them, but I can't do it. So now, as I sit in my crummy rent-by-the-day apartment on East Hastings street, I'm considering my next move. The vampire is still out there. It will pay for what it's done.

I'll write more about the last month when I get a chance. For now, I have stakes to sharpen.

Posted by Herman Mon, 10/29/2007 - 13:45

 

Forever

Lay my hands on heaven the sun the moon and the stars.
As your blackhole eyes pull me closer until I press my lips against god.

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Have stake, will travel

You might be wondering, what's a guy called "Herman" doing in a place like this? It's simple, really: I'm a vampire hunter.

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Mother Earth

I stood atop a hill
All around me was quiet and still
The greeness of the grass bold me over
My dark, cold, sleeping cover

Michael
February 23, 2002

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Farmers Blame Vampire For Chicken Deaths

April 4, 2003 (The Sunday Herald) - A group of Chilean farmers are hunting vampires after their chickens died mysteriously. The farmers, from Donihue, claimed 200 were found with all the blood drained from their bodies. A police spokesman said: "The farmers are very scared. They organised a group and went out to hunt what they believe is a vampire.

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still untitled

the stillness before the white hot burn

the joy expressed through pain

the silent shadow that slips between the sheets

the hiss and crackle of the unchecked flame

you make me writhe and choke and crave

my thoughts, my sins are so depraved

origins, lost in the fog, your call is so clear

hands tied, eyes blind, crystal cuts of deepest fear

my body, mind, my soul, a constant drain, I bleed

the last of my desires, you alone know how I need

MiseryTasser
December 5, 2001

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