The World Grows Weary

My thoughts plague me. I hate everyone, my need for sustenance has become an addiction that my body will not let go of and the string of bodies strewn in the wake of my out of control beast is leading the NOPD to the mansion. I have no intention of leaving word to anyone of my selfish plans. Survival of the fittest in a world that grows wearisome and tiring. I know my sleep will bring Caresse much pain but is she not used to my abuse? I know that no matter what I do or where I go she will always love me just as I will always love her. I can sense her and I know she will hate that Im dropping out of sight, she will be sick for sometime until her body and mind get used to the fact that Im asleep. Her and Aric will travel once again cursing me, she will know when I return....je vous aime, ma petit.