Rupert in UK

I can feel his breath on my neck - what does he want? Maybe he's only come over to help with the Tory Party campaign, their policies are possibly closest to those we held dear in Sanguinaria. We too believed in the people taking over the institutions and running them for themselves - schools, hospitals, and so on were entirely run and funded by the local community - why should we have encouraged them to become dependent on handouts? We also believed in regular referenda (please note that vampires are literate beings and know how to give plurals of latin neuter nouns. Rupert, on the other hand, is far from neuter, though vampires do it differently from ordinary men). Of course referenda had to be screened by us - any which were aimed at ridding the world of vampires were at once put on the fire, and the authors received a visit that night, which well convinced them of the stupidity of such referenda. Do you know, I'm getting a little tired of that word? But I do believe that Cameron's views would be close to our own, and as for vampires, who needs them in this world when we have bankers?
This is perhaps why Rupert has arrived here, to take over a consultancy post in a bank? It will do them no good. Rupert never did no-one any good. Not even me. But the fever of intoxication his nearness induces in me - oh, what is this lure of the no-gooder? The wild gleam in the eye, the intense, heavy breathing, the look that tells a poor female so clearly that he wants to use her and drop her, and the way she then wants, oh, so passionately, to be used, the bliss of being used and knowing it's not forever.
But then, who would want to stay with a no-good like Rupert forever?
None of this explains why he's pursued me here. I like the banking theory best, though. Time will tell - or maybe - who knows, he's reading this blog? I'm sure he will quickly learn how to use a computer.