Update, Plus: A New Family Member

Well, tonight my family got a little bit bigger. I have a small one, just Joon and myself, but tonight I added to it. And no, dear reader, that is not an indication I had a kid with Joon. Ugh, I inherited him from my Sire, that would be like sleeping with an uncle or something... the gay uncle, at that. No, tonight I began the process of ghouling a young man whose name I will keep to myself for now. He is in a precarious position, still in the process of being ghouled, so I will keep his privacy.

The new ghoul is only two doses of Vitae into things, but he is already mostly submissive to my will or at least thinking of me, which is a good sign. He is a student at the local university here in Salem and caught my attention when I was on a recent trip to the school. I promised him that I would sponsor his education and he, in turn, made me interested in something I haven't been interested in for a long time, his hobby of photography. I've never been one for the photograph, I love the medium of clay and ceramic much more, but in this case, his pictures were engrossing. I just had to have this photographer.

The poor kid had an addiction to a pill he took for legitimate reasons, one that I believe we are working him free of with the heavy high a dose of Vitae will give you, and he eagerly traded it for a better trip. I'll keep him handy, you never know when you'll need an extra set of hands.

In other news, and I'm not sure who reads this so I'll be circumspect, something happened at the club that I haven't talked about. I've been so angry that I haven't posted anything here about it. I'm still furious, and in such a rage I'm surprised I haven't frenzied. I was attacked. I was in the middle of a session with a Japanese rope bondage master named Nobu when someone struck Master Nobu from behind, and then threatened me. The bastard took my collar in his hands, had the GALL to touch my collar, and tore it off, crumpling the metal with strength only someone not mortal could have. I was left relatively unharmed but the intrusion at the club, coupled with the intrusion at my apartment/shop - did I mention that? No? Someone snuck in and slipped something into my kiln, destroying a piece of art I had been working on. I am enraged, to say the least. - has sent me down a path I never thought I would take.

My new ghoul had been at the club at the time and snapped a photo of the suspect leaving the club by the back exit. I didn't get a good look at the face but it looks like Mark, or at least similar to Mark, but something's off. Something's different. I can't put my finger on what, exactly.... but I know one thing. If it was Mark, those are actions that I could never respect, actions of a person that I could never call Master, ever. The attack on my person, the infiltration of Mordecai's club, the threats...

If this person hadn't removed my collar, I'd take it off right now.

Mark, we are done.