The Diary of Lord Kellington (11)

I am a monster. I could be nothing less. I murdered for three nights. I glutted on the blood of my victims. Their throats torn away in my need. Bodies left strewn in the gutters, alleyways and back rooms of the brothels. Young or old. As long as their souls were black and evil....I fed. I cared not for their pleas. As I did not enthrall them. Their screams and fear sweetened the wine. I am covered in their gore. Head to toe, I reek of the rotted stench. I have no idea the count. Only the recollection of freedom! I reveled in my glory and monstrosity. I was overcome with the very nature of my being. I was intoxicated by the moon and the mortal beasts needs. Yet, I sit here, quill in hand. Waiting impatiently for the next full moon. ~Lord Kellington