Fifth entry: Bad night

Music: Blink 182, Down
4:57AM, August 18, 2007

Last night was not nearly as good a night as the past couple.

(My bad night. Let me show you it.)

Yes, I like cat macros. So sue me.

Anyway, it started off when I went hunting and attacked a demon. That's right, a demon. I might not have believed him when he said that, except he tasted so bad I don't know what else he could possibly be. Maybe-demon-cats are one thing, but demon-people are quite another. And disgusting. I don't know if I'm going to get the taste out of my mouth for days.

Then I spent far too long trying to find someone edible, because Theresa was back by then and wasn't being helpful. More like the opposite. I lost six potential meals, because of her-- and then I yelled at her. I feel so bad, now, but I was just so hungry and tired, by then. She yelled back, of course, and threw some things around, but then she disappeared and I finally got something to eat.

Then I talked with a nice lady who owns an equally nice little diner. That was kind of the best part of the night. She bought me coffee, didn't mind that I'm scary-looking, didn't mind that I didn't drink the coffee, and wants to help me. We put up a notice on a bulletin board for people who had trouble with the cats, which might help.

It went back downhill from there, though. Theresa came back and was still angry with me for shouting at her, and by then I wasn't angry anymore and I just felt bad for the shouting. I couldn't find Dierdra, though I did look for her a little. She was probably actually asleep this time, or hiding from the festival too far out for me to find. I wound up stopping by Delilah's house again and watching her sleep through a window for a while, because I couldn't think of anything else to do.

And then, the perfect ending to such a rotten night, when I finally went back to collect those cat bodies to take the the vet's, they were gone. Tarp and all. Someone probably smelled them and got rid of them. I should have buried the whole thing, even if the dirt might've made things worse. So now I have to find more-- and even if I did, they'll probably be so decayed by the time I can get them to the veterinarian that they won't be worth anything to anyone. It was a long shot, as it was.

So here I am, back at my room at the hostel, and I have no idea where to go from here. Part of me wants to just give up and go back home. I miss my cats, and the rabbits, and the dog, and even the annoying little oppossum that keeps trying to steal the rabbits' food. I could be visiting my family, instead of sitting in a hostel room by myself with no idea what to do next, scared of demons and wishing I'd left that one well enough alone. Me, a giant monster of a vampire, and I'm nervous about demons who are probably all smaller and weaker than I am, anyway.

But I don't think I'm ready to leave-- not yet. I want to talk to Delilah again, and Dierdra. And maybe Val. I'll try to think of something before sunset tonight. The demon mentioned a place called Babylon, so maybe Val will know something about it, and whether it's true that someone like me could go there without being in danger. Maybe the bulletin board thing will pan out.

Or maybe I can just stay a while longer because of the people, not the cats. I mean, what if no one here knows what exactly happened? People smarter than me have probably tried to figure it out and failed, right? Then there's no point to me staying, if not for the people, because it's a losing battle.

I just don't know. If I ever did know. Maybe things will look better when I wake up this afternoon.