I killed again last night.  I’m getting scared, every night it becomes easier and easier.  Last night was special though.  It was gruesome and pointless.  A woman with her small child was walking from her house to her car.  I followed her home, I think I am beginning to get the hang of the plane-shifting and mind reading.  When she got out of her car I shifted and walked right in her house behind her.  I stalked her to the kitchen and when she opened the refrigerator I struck.  I shifted back and slid my sword through her heart.  I drank her blood.  All of that seems normal by now, but what got to me is that I really wasn’t hungry.  I just killed, for no reason.  I am now a murderer, not just a hunter.
I heard the child in its crib screaming.  I went to its room and held it.  I could feel it’s young blood pumping, it was exhilarating.  I thought about killing it too, and feasting, but then backed off the idea.  In stead I held him against my chest and shifted.  I know now that it was a mistake, but then, then I wasn’t thinking.  The child was instantly transformed, as I was, when it came in contact with the phantom realm.  The child was now a vampire like myself.
It will be several years before I can accurately tell what caste he will be, but I suspect he will be a rogue, a fighting wizard.  I have since taken him back here, to my “cave”, where I write this.  I pray that one day I can return to my native world with this diary, to share with the world my discoveries.