Hiding Out (An Update)

I feel I should apologize for my extreme lack of posting. You know, in case there's anyone out there who actually reads these posts of mine. And I'm assuming there is, unless the no-posting thing has scared everyone away. Now, at the end of August I managed to get a job. Yes, a job. I am now a working vampire! It's not that easy, having to resist the urge to bare my fangs and hiss at any and all rude customers, but I do my best. I was feeling pretty good about myself at first, but then things changed.

One particular night, I noticed a customer acting rather strange. He was really jumpy, and I caught him staring at me. Not in that 'Oh hey, she's kinda hot' sort of way, but mostly in a way that spelled pure hatred. I didn't think much of it, and continued on with my work. But still, it bugged me. I became even more worried when I walked outside to my car (note: I drive to work, in order to keep up the human facade), and discovered that a cross had been keyed into the driver's door. Not sure what this meant, I texted Alora and asked her opinion on the whole ordeal. Her response?

"Get home now. Theres a vamp hunter after u."


That comment alone was enough to scare the batshit out of me. I hurried home and hid out in my coffin for several hours until Alora and Brutus came by. Sure enough, the guy giving me a death glare at work is a known vampire hunter. Since I'm still pretty much a fledgling, I didn't know that. And I'm sort of wishing I had, so I could avoid this whole ordeal.

So what happened after that? I had to hide out, become as human as possible. Which means that updating a tell-all vampire blog was off-limits. Fun, huh? Yeah, not really. These past few months have dragged by. I was beginning to think that I might have actually turned back into a human. Seriously.

But the hunters have moved on, and I am safe. Undead and unharmed. (You were all worried about me, weren't you? Yes, you were.) Which means that I'll hopefully be able to post more often. Unless another vampire hunter comes after me (but let's hope I learned from this experience...)