I grow weary, waiting on this perpetual sun to set. I've found myself restless, wishing that I could spend this lonely time further investigating the odd scents I faced as I had my nightly run through this new town. It smells as if there is blood that is unclean here. But I don't understand what this means. Are there other species here, other sorts of supernatural? Dottie mentioned the way they would smell, and I feel like this may be right. I could have sworn I passed someone while I was running that had no pulse, also.
It is true that I have yet to be able to go out and get my daily paper, curse this god forsaken sun but I don't believe it was a dead body. I would have noted the smell of their dead veins. I have to have finally found the right place. There must be others like me around, and perhaps those that are in my own clan. Oh, I truly hope I can finally find someone to spend the dark hours gallavanting with. Sure, that is a far cry from a man of 113 years, but can one blame me for looking toward companionship? It is my nature. Its what I am, its who I've always been. I'm terribly lonely. I just wish I had someone to keep my company through these dreadful hours. Perhaps then I wouldn't mind this new town. Perhaps then I wouldn't be so restless, in knowing that my hours were few until I would be able to go out and be with beings that I mark of importance.
Alas, I will just have to wait. I can't peer out into the sun, but I know it is getting closer by every slowly ticking second til nightfall. Perhaps I'll find a new friend to pal around with. I hope.
Dottie, I miss you.