If you have to spend time locked in your apartment with a vampire, Lucy is probably the right choice. She drinks like a fish, loves pop culture references, makes fun of herself, makes fun of others, and doesn’t do any of the typical vampire shit, like try to use me as a chaser for her rum. We spent Sunday day sleeping, and then Sunday night drinking some more. Probably not smart for someone who might be ‘under threat’, but what the hell ever, I’m sure Lucy was just pretending to get drunk. Vamps don’t get drunk right? I didn’t ask.

It wasn’t until probably three am on Monday morning that I realized there had been a cop car outside on the street all day. One of those unmarked dark blue crown victorias. I had noticed it earlier in the night, and thought it was odd that someone was sitting in it on the street, but I’ve seen weirder cop things. From my loft I could barely see the person, so I didn’t think anything of it. Then around three I had gotten up from the couch to get another drink and just happened to glance outside. The uniformed cop was outside the car smoking. Rain coming down slightly on him and he was looking up at my window. When he noticed me in it he turned his gaze.

From then on out I kept looking and the car was still there, right outside the door to my building, every time I peeped out the window. Creepy cops. Maybe I’m being paranoid but could whoever Isabelle thinks is mad about the blog be tied into the cops?

It doesn’t really matter. By the time shit got weird Tuesday morning the cop was gone.. Just when I fucking needed him. Figures.