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Monday, May 26th, 2003
2:00 am - Toy Time
Nikt opened his door, skipping inside. "Home sweet home...even sweeter with company." Tugs on a leash in his hand, pulling a beautiful Vampiress inside after him.
"Hehehe...looks like your mine. I'd say "dont worry, I dont bite"...but it would be a lie."

Mature Sexual Content...you dont like the fact that my character is a kid then dont read...bitchCollapse )

current mood: Childly enthused

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Saturday, May 17th, 2003
11:19 pm - Dear Journal
Much has happened lately. I met up with one very nice lady. We had a wonderful night on the town, slaughtering and feeding off of teenage lovers. She awed me with her prowess. It was a night to remember to be sure....
Unfortunently the humans were protected. Nothing I couldn't handle. Some stupid Vampire new to the darkness, and his even younger Muscleman...but I was wounded pretty bad. A demon lady...Roz i think her name is, pretty, as demons go, she saved me. Was able to feed off her until my wounds healed. Man, i didn't know knife's in one's stomach hurt so much. I'll have to remember that for later...
But, not in this town. I have the feeling that no matter what I do, I wont be liked. And I might as well move ahead 'fore Sister Sin makes an appearance. So, I'm prolly just going to pack up, and leave. Dun' know how long it will take to pack all my toys, switch bank accounts and find a ship where i can travel in the room during the day undisturbed. They tend to not like children on board alone. Might have to kidnap an adult just to get away with it. Oh well. G'night Journal.
Maybe i'll open you once more, on another Island.

Nikt

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Monday, May 12th, 2003
1:49 am - Journal.
Tonight. I'm not exactly in the best of moods. I went to a magic shop, hoping to buy something I need. Some powder that I can wear in a bag around my neck. hopefully it will nullify my "death" scent. What werecreatures and such use to know im a Vampire. I shouldnt be too reconizable as a threat with it. That wasn't the problom though. I got the stuff, for free even. But the girl who sold it...damn her! I wanted to play. Its been so long since I've played with anyone, and i wanted her. She was alluring, and mysterious. No Dru, but she would have done greatly for a night...but the damn bitch denied me. Charm and all. I was close too...I know i was. She even had the gall to give me the card of a necromancer, said to get an older body and she'd let me at her. if she only knew...I wish i could. Damn her...she made me sad. I hate being sad.
I remember when i was sad when i lived..mother always use to pet my hair, and give me a cookie. I don't have a mother any more..nor can I eat cookies. But..I can go out for blood. The night is still young. I believe one lucky human just volunteered themselves...

I'll write more later.

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Sunday, May 11th, 2003
5:38 am - Dear Journal
Another night with Dru i spent. It wasn't exactly planned. She cornered me at a mini-mart, as i was buying ciggeretes and beer. I hid the cigs from view. Didn't want her to get suspicious on my plans to make her stop smoking, and slow the drinking. Replacing her cigs and ale with the same, but modified to include traces of silver liquid. Lets see her suck those fumes into her lungs eh? I'll start off small, then go to a higher dose slowly. Hmmm..I might have to get a werewolf for testing, to see the effects. I wonder where to find...oh, the night! Yes. Well, pretty much all we did was talk a bit more, learn a bit more about eachother, and watch a movie. It was funny, but i enjoyed it much more then i would have alone, because she was there. It's strange, finding pleasure in the touch of something warm...soft. Soemthing reasuring. Something...I want.

Darkest desires,
Nikt.

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Saturday, May 10th, 2003
4:55 am - Dear Journal
I spent the night with Dru. Over at Sanctuary. It was...nice. We talked about alot of things, mostly me for some reason. I tried my best to not call her Toy. She gets ipset at that for some reason. Dont know why, its an honour to be the object of my desire. And I desire her alot. Mmm...I felt such strength, beneath her skin. When i massaged her, I felt her power. But I also sensed a weakness. A frightened lil child deep inside.
A child...ready to play.

Darkest desires,
Nikt

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Friday, May 9th, 2003
4:37 am - Dear Journal
Too tired to write...the sun is rising. I'll be sure to write a full story about me and Dru tomar~-.~-.~-.___

*Falls asleep at his desk, all cute-like and such*

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Friday, May 2nd, 2003
5:02 pm - Dear Journal
I m going out tonight...not just the streets, to find -someone- worthy of biting. I'm going to try looking for Dru. Hehehe, shes so pretty. But that smoking is icky. Oh well, maybe if I switch her pack for some icky smoke sticks that have silver traces in them...hmmm. Oh well, off i go! Wish me luck journal.
Darkest desires,
Nikt

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Monday, April 28th, 2003
7:43 am - Dear Journal,
Dru. Doesn't just saying the name make you want it? Been too busy to write lately, but the other night, I saw her. Dru. She works at Sanctuary as a barwench. Well, did. She's very...suseptible to my magics. I would have kept her had it not been for the lady Vampiress. I think she was just jealous because I didn't want her any more. I want Dru. She's allready mine, just has yet to realize it. But someone has been playing with my toys without asking...and they are going to pay. Oh yes, I am going to -make- them pay.

Darkest desires,
Nikt

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Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003
11:38 pm - Dear journal,
I met a lady this eve. An intresting one. Very pretty. My mouth still tingles with the merest taste of her skin. I wanted to bite her so much!
But, alas, she was not alone. The man she was with, made me...uncomfortable. To say the least. Too bad the sun came up before we could be properly introduced. She would have made a fine meal.
Unlike the Human whore I have tied up here. I took her gag off so she could get a bit of apple juice. (Needs her fluids to regain the blood.) and the girl actually offered herself to me. S'long as I didnt kill her. And I do not speak of offering me her neck. Oh well, it looks like these years, you can not find a proud virgin anywhere.
Use to be that when you took a girl to feed, she would fight...and -then- scream and beg for mercy. Ah well...I'm sick of her thin blood any ways, and her whimpers are no fun any more. I need a new playmate...
...And I think I know where to find her.

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Monday, April 21st, 2003
2:09 pm - Dear Journal
Last night was a night to remember. Easter Sunday, one of the most religious days. Hehe, religion. The foolish sheep.
Anyways, the girl. 16 years old, and quite a bit worried. Seems she decided to go party with a few friends, sneaking out of the house. But then the innocent girl decided to walk home, instead of letting her drunk friends drive her back. Lil' girl got lost. What was a poor child like me to do but take advantage? She tastes soooo good. And her muffled whimpers only add to the pleasure of the bite. I wonder how long it will be before her parents give hope of ever seeing her again...I'm certainly not going to set her free.
Well. It was fun, but the craving has come upon me again. I'll write again tomarrow.
Sweetest nightmares, and Darkest Desires,
Nikt.

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