So this is the thread where I talk to myself. Because I am so lonely. And I like making random threads in night chats because it makes the loneliness slightly more tolerable.
So in other words, this is my diary. If you read it, I will kill you. And I WILL find out, mark my words... I WILL find out...
Night 1:
I hate when people talk about me. Especially the townsmen who don't know what they're talking about. I have feelings, too, you know... Why they need to say untrue things about me really stings. I have no one to confide to, Diary, so I'm confiding in you. You will never betray me... Right?
So everyone assumes I'm an evil vampire who goes out and sucks the blood of innocent young maidens, subduing them completely to my will. This is untrue. I simply really like the perfume which they put on their necks and my teeth just happen to get in the way. I tried telling them that, and they tried warding me off with garlic!
Which reminds me. Garlic does not harm me in any way. I simply have a bad recollection of my mother chunking garlic at my head when I was little because we lived on a garlic farm. Some of those were a good fist size! Needless to say, I was traumatized at childhood by garlic hitting my head. Thus, I shudder and scoot away when I see it or smell it. Bad memories.
I sleep in a coffin because the bed maker doesn't deliver to my castle... ... Okay that was a lie. I am secretly claustrophobic and a masochist at the same time. Don't tell anyone.
Oh. I smell a really good perfume through the window... I must go inspect now. Till another night, Diary!