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Current Date: April 30, 2024
Character: Cornellius Stratford
Race: Halfling – Human / Vampire (Daywalker)
Age: 173, physically about 24
Current residence: Rotterdam, Netherlands
People are idiots. I suppose it should come as no surprise. I’ve seen more than enough at this point to be able to smell a bad idea from a pretty damn good distance. Though, I know this also comes from the fact that I know I’m surrounded by idiots. By people with more brawn than brain going on and, well, I’m not going to complain.
Especially not when I’m the one coming up with those bad ideas and they’re too stupid to realize it when I sweet-talk them into going through with it. All it takes is a little nudge and that nudge doesn’t even have to come from my dad’s side of my bloodline. I bat my lashes at these idiots, I promise them things they’ll never be able to get, and the rest is history.
Do I feel bad for leading these men on and not giving them what they believe they deserve? Not really. The vast majority of the young, but very adult men in my life have approached me thinking I was a woman. They stepped in close, thinking they were smooth while at a club, or while I was bored and roaming late at night, but their intentions were clear. A poor, helpless woman to be swept off her feet. It’s too easy to turn the table on them and before too long, they’re like eager puppies that just want to do everything you ask of them, even if what you ask of them is pretty damned stupid.
Is it fun to have all of these men ready to trip over their own two feet just to get me what I want, even if I know I can just reach out and pluck it from where it sits? It was, at first. There are days when it just becomes an absolute bore because none of them can really give me what I’m hoping for. So, at this point, it’s just easier to play the heartless little bitch and act as though all I’m after is pleasurable company and little more.
What’s a man to do when he finds himself craving just a little bit of a deeper connection? It seems almost impossible to find here; though I’ll be honest, I haven’t really looked. I wouldn’t know where to start. My mother has long since passed away—barely surviving childbirth, thank you father—and said father was mostly absent. He still ensured that I had someone to take care of me until I could take care of myself on my own, and until I was of a certain age, there was an allowance that was deposited into my account.
Once I reached that particular age, he cut me off, as though admitting to himself that he’d done what he had to and there was no need to stick around anymore. Thankfully, even back then, keeping money in the bank was hardly an issue and once the years ticked on by and placing that money in particular ways to get back more income became more common, I dove right in. I might not seem like it—I admit, I probably look more like a spoiled princess than not to most—but I know my way around technology and finances pretty well.
When you get to be my age, though I know I’m young compared to others, you just realize that you have a world of time to learn new things and learning new things just keeps me on the borderline edge of not-boredom. I pick up new classes on all things computers, phones and technology fairly often though there’s plenty I don’t care about. Anything that has to do with making things pretty bores me to tears, but I like digging my way through codes. And whenever there’s something new about the financial world, I try to keep myself up to date on that as well.
I’ve looked in on the man who was my father—he still is, I suppose, but I haven’t seen him in nearly a hundred and fifty years—and while he’s doing mostly well for himself, for a vampire of his age, I would have expected more. Maybe it’s asking for too much. I haven’t reached out to him, I don’t see the point. He walked out, why would I walk back in, especially when I know he would try really to get me to ensure he gets more money from what he has to his name.
So sure, I guess that in a way I’m something of a nerd. Or whatever derogatory term people want to use. At least, to the few who know this side of me. To all the young, still very adult men that chase after me for my ass and a little bit of fun? They think I’m just a sexy beast that can take them places. I’m the pretty one with the spot-on make-up and the just-right wardrobe that’ll give them a boner to eclipse all other boners they’ve ever had.
I’ll take what I can get at this point. Beggars can’t be choosers or whatever. I don’t mind so much, it could be worse. I could be dead, I could be on the streets, living like an animal, I could be stuck living in the darkness for all times and while I love being out in the dark, I can still appreciate the warmth of the sun on my skin. My life could be a lot worse than it is.