CSI: Red Garden

So I haven't had much to report. The club is the same, and Detective Jones (that's the right name, I looked it up) hasn't talked to me other than to say I'm not a suspect. Apparently I'm too small to have been able to take down a man that size.

Like I said, this life has its perks.

So anyway, I left them another body. Not because I was feeling particularly antsy or anything. I was just bored and wanted an excuse to look into things.

Jonesie came by to ask if I knew the victim. I didn't, other than that he was preparing to spike a college student's drink. I asked her if they were getting anywhere, and she replied that the case was weird.

I have to give her some credit, she's pretty smart. I've done my best not to leave any connections, but she's managed to link a lot of the bodies. At least in theory. Anemone didn't help with cleanup on the last two, so our detective noted that there was more blood than could have possibly come from one person at both scenes.

She thinks there's more bodies. I'm starting to think this will be more fun than I expected.

Starting the New Year with a Bang

Okay, when I took that assignment from Anemone, I didn't realize how much of a pain in the ass it would be.

I took advantage of all the New Year parties and took some guy that was feeling up a girl half his age. And then I called it in.

I'm so glad I never leave witnesses because it is a fuckton of work. I had to come up with a story and then recount it to like ten different people, and that was before the fancy investigator or detective or whatever came in. It's really ridiculous.

I told them my name was Elizabeth. I was at the party, came out for some fresh air, and found the guy. Simple, right? Apparently not. I had to go into who I was there with (no one), if I knew the guy (not at all), and all sorts of other bullshit.

I was at the police station until like 8 the next morning.

Anyway, the detective that's looking into it is a woman named Phoebe Jones or Smith or something generic like that. I guess she's fairly attractive if you're into the angry power suit thing.

New Assignment

There really hasn't been much to talk about since the party. I got into a fight with Rose and ended up punching her in the face. That's nothing new, but I'm still stuck on cleaning duty for it, which blows.

The party really helped keep things under control, but I can feel my blood starting to heat up again. It won't be long until I track someone down again. It shouldn't be hard with the holidays and New Years and shit. Everybody gets fucked up around this time of year.

Speaking of which, Anemone asked me to do something for her. I'm usually pretty hesitant to take on any responsibilities outside of my job, but it's Anemone, so I'll do it. And it's kinda for my own benefit anyway. She wants me to keep track of the investigations into the messes I leave behind.

I suppose it'll be nice to get out of this dunghole every now and then, so why not?

After Party

I'm flying. Higher than a fucking kite. That party. Mother Mary is definitely pleased.

Rose picked out some very pretty prey. I may hate her, but I have to admit she does her job well.

This time we had two men and two women. One of the girls, I can't remember her name, she had the most brilliant orange hair. She would have made a good Marked if she had been stronger. Too bad. The other woman was a blond or something. I didn't actually pay much attention to her.

To be honest, this time around I left everyone but that pretty ginger to the others. I was already on fire, but something about that girl really set me off.

That nervous way she held herself at the start. Her perfect white skin. She was practically begging to be corrupted. I was powerless to resist.

And oh GOD the noises she made while I held her down and broke that unblemished skin. I couldn't have asked for more. She was a butterfly fluttering in a jar, and I stuck a pin through her so she would be preserved forever in my blood. I dug into her until her arms stopped fighting, her tears stopped flowing, and I was covered in the very essence of her.

It was beautiful.

Pre-Party jitters

The party's tonight. I want to jump the next thing that moves. It's not just me. Rose has pulled Jasmine and Bella off the main floor too. We're all locked in our rooms, writing in the searing heat of our blood.

It's a mixed blessing, this life. It can get me whatever I want whenever I want, and, especially like this, it enhances every touch and feeling until my head buzzes. But when I leave it unsated it rips at the inside of my veins until I weep and beg to be able to give in.

But there's no use wondering whether or not it's worth it. It's not like I've ever had a choice. The only thing I can do is revel in what I can get.

I can't take it

My blood is fucking burning. It roils and burns through my veins. I'm holding it in tight, wrapped up and squeezed. It leaks out in my work. Each undulation of my heaps, each line traced by my hand over my body is wrought in fire and sin. The patrons are entranced, and Rose doesn't mind so long as the money keeps flowing and everyone keeps their hands to their self. Even some of the newer dancers get distracted and stare. I remember what it was like. Before I got used to this, a few choice moves would have me throwing myself to my knees in front of Poppy, begging to let me eat her out. I've been learning from her and copying the skill ever since, and now I see the new girls looking at me the same way.

God, I can't wait until this party. Rose needs to figure her shit out and soon or I'm gonna explode. Or throw myself on the closest patron. Whichever comes first.

This Is Going To Be a Bitch

Anemone pulled me aside last night. She told me to hold it in, keep it tight to my chest. There's a party planned for next week, and we need to keep the heat down for that.

Which fucking sucks because I haven't even done anything for weeks, and I know shit's gonna get hard soon.

It'll be a fucking pain, but I've done it before. To be honest, Mary's parties are worth any sacrifice.