The Diary of Lord Kellington (15)

Crystal is once again, up the draperies. She has a veritable path of claw marks leading from the floor to the curtain staff. I have decided to ignore her when she does this. But, as she is lurking behind me, atop the draperies, it is not an easy task. At any moment, I expect her to pounce. Ah! Like father, like daughter.... in a sense. I realized tonight that I excel at being a Vampire. never a drop goes to waste. Never a witness spies me. Not one that lives, that is. Never do I go hungry. Never am I bored, or boring. Why only earlier this night, I went to the Ballet. A spritely tune was played by the orchestra, while dancers ran hither and yon upon the stage. I was dressed all in black. Bland I know. But "Society" demands somber dress at the oddest occasions. I have my own box, from which I enjoy my privacy, while enjoying the entertainment. Oh, not the entertainment on the stage. The entertainment of playing the gallant host to my next meal. I wine and dine them. Regale them with lively anticdotes. laugh at the right moments. Look regretful, when called for. Show shock, when due. Outrage, when warranted. In the end, they leave my box and my company, none the wiser. mayhap a bit wan and listless. But, always grateful for a lovely evening. They always blame their condition on the wine. Ha! ~Lord Kellington