Spirit of a vampyre.

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markeris told me on Saturday that he thought I was someone who would instantly know the value of a soul. I was somewhat surprised and initially denied the charge, but realised I did have some idea.

The price of my soul is to eat well. I fear and loathe working for a living. It corrodes my heart. However, being able to eat the food I want to and drink the beer I want to, to live somewhere decent and to be able to live with my darling redcountess in London certainly beats life when I'm not working for a living.

I tell myself I'm renting my soul, not selling it. And what doesn't kill it does seem to make it stronger. This doesn't make it suck less.

So, tell me. What price have you taken for your soul? How does it feel? Is there a way out?

Mark's beard is horrible, by the way. And he's very proud of that fact.