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I am a pandora's box.
Let loose upon an unsuspecting society.
Once my night life begins,
Let me pen an example.
Keep in mind, it was not my fault.
well, not entirely.
I awoke in my usual good humor.
I dressed with my usual care.
I gave more than adequate time to
the choice of parties to crash.
I fed Crystal. Picked up her toys; dead mice and a human ear she had gathered from
some unsavory alleyway. Kissed her upon her flea ridden cantankerous little head.
Then I stepped outside of my crypt.
Young lads running hither and yon.
Screaming! Bodily functions letting loose.
Not mine, I should add.
You see, it was all quite innocent.
Upon my stepping into the moonlight, one of the young bucks, at that exact same
time, jumped out from behind the bushes. Which flank my lair.
He had on the most ghastly costume.
Red cape. Black tie and tails. Fake fangs!
Fake blood dripping from whitened lips.
I may have over reacted....a tad.
My preternatural instincts erupted.
I saw, briefly mind you, a rival in my territory.
I went from the Gentleman of night time adventures, to my full Monstrous glory, in the
blink of an eye.
I dropped six inches of battle fang. I bulked up to three times my normal, quite
Ruining yet another splendid jacket.
Oh, what to tell my tailor?
There you have it!
Young men, out and about, on an All Hallow Eve's lark.
Running about as if the Devil himself were after them.
When it was only I.
I hope you have enjoyed our little journey with Lord Kellington. In what must be just a
snippet of his long lived life.
I grew to love his wit, his charm, his devil may care attitude and his kitten..Crystal.
But, the time has come.
I now close the cover on this dusty Tome, to place it, reverently, upon my bookshelf.
Maybe, on a stormy, wind swept night, I may take it down, to open it once again.
Or perhaps, Lord Kellington, is at this very moment searching for his lost Diaries. To
save them from prying eyes, such as ours. Wanting to kill all who now know his secret.
He could be in your home right now.
Hear that sound? It wasn't a floor board, nor the house settling. Nor the wind.
As you are now engrossed with your reading of my warning, he could be standing
behind you....right now.
Reaching out with hands like claws. Fangs, ready to rip out your throat...
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