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.

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My soul is currently whored out for about $42k a year, which is about twice what i need to have a life on. Against that, i used to sign chunks of it off to various Worthy Causes TM (though it only ever got up to about 10%, not the half i could get by without) to make me feel like i was doing it for some more worthwhile reason than making some rich bastard richer for a small cut of the takings to support my own indulgences.

That's changed a bit, as half my money's now going to support Elaine while she finishes her studies to do what she really wants to do with her life, which is in itself also a Worthy Cause TM. Of course, the fact that she's now found something she really wants to do for a living has made me painfully aware of the thirteen years i've spent killing time while i tried to work out what i want to do when i grow up, so now i'm restless as hell. As to the way out, i'll have to get back to you when i find it.