I
always liked quaint coffee shops. People tend to spend more time there, which
is ideal for me. I can observe and choose. I need to make sure that the victim
I choose is a suitable one. Besides, coffee shops are usually associated with
positivity: friends, family, jokes, laughter, couples in love…you know all this
nonsense.
I don’t
want to be overly stereotypical either. Everyone expects something ‘bad’,
sinister to be lurking around the corner of a dark street. Does anyone expect
anything other than smile and at worst burnt coffee in a small coffee shop with
books scattered around it? No.
Anyway,
I recently encountered this perfect tiny coffee shop in East London.
(
Yes, I do want to be a little ‘hipster’, East London holds certain attraction
for me). Interesting people come here. Aspiring actors, actresses, aspiring
novel writers…
Everyone
aspires to achieve something…
That’s
perfect. I feed on their aspirations and ideas. Have you heard of energy
vampires? We do not like to be associated with them (besides the whole bloody
business is just a little bit too much for my liking, I prefer ‘clean jobs’),
however, even I have to admit there are some similarities in the way we
operate.
My
strategy is to hide underneath the tea pot, leaving the rest of my body in the
dark corner, where no one would expect to find anything other than occasional cockroach
(Downside of my existence: having to put up with these filthy creatures. I
prefer rats. They can at least understand me and communicate with me. Sometimes
a little bit of socialising helps to kill time when I’m waiting)
Anyway,
I hide and wait. (Yes, I know, you did get this part).
Recently
I saw this young woman. Lovely creature. Full of ideas, aspirations.
I could almost see them glitter in the dimly
lit room. They were dancing above the table, forming colourful intertwined
strands. This is what attracted me to her.
I spent over a month listening to her
thoughts, observing her scribble some words in her pink notebook (poor choice
of colour but what can I say). Then, when I knew her, truly understood her and
when she least expected it I made my move.
Now
her thoughts belong to me, albeit she is unaware of my existence…
