The Diary of Lord Kellington (12)

Crystal, my flea bitten nuisance of a kitten, brought me a little token of affection tonight. I deplore mice. Even dead ones. Filthy buggers. But, there sat Crystal. Mouse at her feet, mewing at me. As if to say "See, I love you, even if you are a blood lusting monster of the dark." I admit, she only mewed once. But I am certain, that is what she meant. So as not to hurt her feelings, I donned on of my least favorite pairs of gloves and picked the rancid vermin up. But I drew the line of pretending to eat it! I must remember to burn those gloves. Odd. The candle on my desk sputters. There is a breeze. Although the door to my lair was tightly shut. There is only on other way in or out. That would be the small tunnel I dug for Crystal. So that she may come and go as she pleases. Ah. But here rests my cantankerous little fiend upon my lap. The breeze brings with it a scent. One I know all to well. Blood. My lair has been breeched. Time to hunt. ~Lord Kellington