I have been nearly frozen solid in snow storms, torn apart as swift moving, high rising river water swept over me, watched in horror as my nightly hiding places are dwindling down to nothing... and vacillated between hunting human blood and animal blood.
I now exist in the unbelievable fearful shadow of night time discovery. I have literally run out of places to hide.
This Greyhound bus ride is going to be a long trek. I can hide in the shadowy back of the bus, hopefully in quite peace. I will obviously get my on-the-go blood meals during our layover bus transfers along the way. I must exert self-control because I will surely have to go extended periods without blood. We will all see how that works out because I can become as outrageously uncontrollable, and as viciously dangerous, as the worst of the vampire undead.
But, I have to make this trip to the deep south work for the next faze of my forever existence. I have to control my dead soul urges! I do not want the police snooping around the bus line as they are looking for the person leaving the bloodless carcasses of blood-drained bodies left behind from Maine to Louisiana.