After a long, treacherous journey I arrived in Stuttgart and went straight to the glass palace where I was supposed to spend the night. Cold beer and warm food, satisfied me fully and I rested well.
The King and his brother invited me to breakfast in the open gardens of the city and under a glorious sun I explained the purpose of my visit. She had been sighted not many days ago and rumours had it that she had fled to Zurich. I intended to find her at all costs.
Day 2
Switzerland was darker and its roads less inviting in comparison with the large carriageways of Germany. I arrived in Zurich in mid-afternoon and ran to the river where I knew she would be hiding. I ran to the boats but the boatman was gone which I found very peculiar.
I lay under the statue of the deer to gather my strength feeling all dark inside. Soon afterwards my men recovered the body of the poor boatman under the bridge. The man's insides were spilled in the water.
"Basel, to Basel..." he muttered just before his last breath escaped his lungs, and so to Basel I fled.
The King welcomed my to his quarters at the Rathaus, where Knights of old found refuge in days past. I walked along the river and among the beautiful buildings that littered the river banks but there was no sight of her or her victims, no sight of evil, only a cold breeze coming from the river sending its ripples to my feet. She had escaped to France, most likely Paris, so I decided not to linger another moment.
Crossing the border to France was not an easy business mainly due to my poor French and the fact that the gate master refused to use a different tongue though I had the feeling that he understood me perfectly.
Eventually, the night found me in French soil and in the first inn I came across right after the border.
My poor Frech barely allowed me to order dinner, I just said 'oui' to most of my landlady's questions.
The white plate was immediately filled with red blood as soon as my knife and fork pierced the surface of my steak, perhaps the lady had thought I was a vampire and interested in consuming raw flesh. I pushed the plate away disgusted and pained. I was indeed very hungry. The lady took the plate rudely away, I barely had the chance to mutter something about soup.
"Cassoulet" she muttered and threw a steaming bowl of floating white, meaty things in front of me. A large ladle protruded from the bowl whose brown liquid overflowed. I couldn't bring myself to taste this horrid looking concotion.
I spent the night struggling to keep the filthy blankets as far away from my skin as possible. I was certain that my horse had a better fate than me that night.
Day 3
Anna and Jean the two blessed housekeepers took excellent care of me and my men and managed to vanguish my hunger with a superb duck that Jean had prepered just for us. Kind Anna tried to explain to me that Cassoulet is a very good traditional dish and that I was misfortuned enough to run into a bad cook. I wish I had more time at their home to give the dish a second try.
The language was no barrier here where the kindness of these hospitable people was a tongue on its own. A little bit of English, some Spanish, a little German and a kind heart spoke volumes of these fine people.
The heavenly smells made our mouths water. These kind people did their best to provide us with the best accomodation possible and I rewarded them generously.
I took the time to roam the glorious streets of Luxemburg feeling nothing but awe and envy for this jewel of a city. The bells were ringing, and square after square opened before me like magic before my feet led me to the thick forest that enveloped the city in its fregrant embrace. The city gave me strenght and courage for my gruesome task that lay ahead and the flowers falling at my feet, like a blessing bid me farewell.
I would gladly exchange the land of my forefathers to dwell in this place, how I wished again and again that I could stay just a little longer but Paris awaited and with it a terrible doom.
Day 4
I knew Paris was bad news for me the moment I stepped my foot down. I was not welcomed here. The people addressed me like they had dung under their noses and dung is all I smelt in this vast city.
I found a place to stay and waited for 45 minutes just to be able to get my keys to my door from the indifferent housekeeper who told me I had to pay 25 gold pieces just to get my towels renewed the next day. My horse had to stay on the road and there was noone to take care of it. My window overlooked a pile of rubbish and manure and I was the only one of the tenants who seemed to be disturbed by this but I had found a place to stay for me and my two companions so I kept quiet. My plan was to stay in the city for three days and finish the deed I had set out to perform.
I began my search of the area around the centre of the city where at 5 o'clock in the afternoon I was attacked by a coloured prostitute inside a carriage who for no reason threw a bucket of soap on my face and cursed my soul in rapid French. I decided to move forward and pay no attention to the poor woman who for some reason I cannot fathom felt threatened by my presence. And so I moved nearer to the centre of the city where I began to look for her trail of victims if there were any.
I proceeded to the Hotel des Invalides because I thought that this would be the ideal place for her to get food and I was right. Five open coffins lay open in the church of Saint-Louis, being dead less than three days. Their throats were opened and their guts ripped. I tried to find a person to talk to about this and to warn them about her presence but noone seemed willing to put the language barrier aside.
I wept for these men and for all the people who were going to meet this fate but there was nothing more I could do.
At nightfall I went for a meal of dirty glasses and absurdly expensive trash and went to bed feeling exhausted and helpless.
Day 5
(Digital Art by Magrad)
Day 6 Louvre Meat
(painting by Rembrandt)
He travelled far and wide to find me and that is so flattering. He was a very flattering man. I usually don't enjoy seducing men and killing them afterwards but he was really worth all the trouble I took, and this diary...ah I love diaries! Never kept one but always loved them. I have decided to finish wtiting this journey for him. After all there are only four days left to complete it. I see that he has written nothing about who he was and what he did. As far as he told me his name was Theodore and he came all the way from the Balkans. He was after me ever since I paid a visit to his village a few months ago and though I remember nothing of it, which means it was nothing special, he seemed to be holding a grudge for everything that took place. Some people cannot let go...
I let him have me as much as he liked, I gave him pleasure, but I am what I am and so I broke his neck and bled him dry. Then I tore him open and ate, because this is what I do. I hope the future readers of this diary don't think badly of me. This is what life after death turned out to be for me. But I'd rather have this than nothing at all...
Anyway, I let his body there and went out to get some fresh air. His people will claim him and take him home whereas I might as well go on with my journey.
Paris has a certain kind of air that is devoid of flowers and sweet smells, it's all meat!
That is why I go to the Louvre every day.
I like to see the people of the museum look at the tourists with disgust, like flies that just never go away. They are tired of them, yet there is nothing they can do but tolerate them with as little affection as possible.
Their noses looking up at the ceiling, the women are the worst but it's the men I am most interested in. I know people think that I am a threat to the tourists but I feel nothing more than pity for them. Baking under the sun, women with stollers, small children, old men and women, waiting for hours and hours just because the people in charge are not interested enough to open another ticket desk. Tourists are mistreated as it is, it is the others that I take home with me. You'd be surprised how many languages they speak when they are in trouble!
Day 7 The Versailles massacre
I could have visited the Palace in the dead of night but I like the smell of many people in enclosed spaces and I was feeling lonely. A girl like me cannot hold friends for long and I like to have some company around me.
So I decided to wait outside with the crowd. It was 10 o' clock in the morning and there were about 700 people queuing in a neat file all waiting to enter a very small door in the distance to get their tickets. Two hours later and the line hadn't moved much. More people had come and more were coming. An Asian lady behind me with a baby in a stroller went to the man at the gate, more than 100 metres away and told him that her baby was baking in the sun and asked for permission to enter. The man's profile frowned and he aswered something in French pointing to the queue where I was standing. Now that is the kind of man I usually invite to dinner.
I know what they say about the women of my kind; the sun is a killer and we roast on the spot. Hell! I wish that were true. The only thing that sun does to me is get on my nerves, so after 2 hours of waiting with my fellow tourists, I left...but I didn't go too far -if you know what I mean!-
I know that you are waiting for all he gruesome details of my feeding but I will leave some things to your imagination. What I will say however is that the King's bed was not as comfortable as I thought nor as large. The man at the entrance was found the next morning swimming with the fishes in the beautiful gardens of the palace.
Day 8 Brussels
Nourishement aplenty, more beautiful than ever but still I was happy to leave Paris. All this white dirt around every single momument worth visiting went straight into my eyes with the slightest of breezes.
Ladies covered in dirt, shoes losing their colour though nobody seemed to care.
I still don't see why the French haven't discovered gravel yet. With that mystery in mind I packed my bags and called for a carriage. Brussels is my next stop.
This is where I spent my one day in Brussels. The Grand Place is truly grand and so were the people around me. I felt kind of sad because the next day I was bound to return to my castle and stay there to rest for a while but I managed to relax in this beautiful place and chose not to eat because I was still heavy from the previous night.
In one of my afternoon strolls I visited the local hospital, I think I was attracted by the smell of it. This particular hospital was very clean and tidy and there was a lady doctor in charge who at that particular time was alleviating a young woman's pain. The doctor spoke softly and gave the woman medicine which helped her immediately. I became rather fond of the doctor and kept my distance.
Day 9 Rapeseed
It is here in Cologne on the banks of the Rhine that I will part with this diary for ever. Firstly because this is my last stop before I go home and secondly because this turned out to be a fine city indeed. Crispy clean with friendly people and good food for those interested in such things. I wish I could stay here another day but I run on a tight schedule and home calls.
Very rarely indeed do I get the chance to roam the world and every time I do I discover that it has changed and I have to discover all the familiar places once again. May this diary be witness to all that happened in these last 9 days and deter people from ever coming after me again.
It's the rapeseeds that always welcome me home. Yellow is the colour of sleep that I crave most of all right now. I am tired and homesick and full of blood, I am content.
Here's to Theodore who inspired me to write, may he rest in peace, I know inside me he already does!
My castle is not far from here, surrounded by two small rivers which like small water snakes coil around it to their cool embrace. I love its stone bridge than connects it to the rest of the world, its small courtyards and all its possessions which I have collected over the centuries. I shall not say more of it because I do not wish to temp the reader into finding it or into claiming what is mine.
This is the end of this journey and I wish you all farewell.
With unsatiable hunger for your flesh,
AlithiaPes
