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I'm sure this will come as no surprise to anyone, but I thought I'd just officially announce that Dear Ben Nichols is done. It was so much fun for me while it lasted, and I made a shit ton of friends, many with whom I am still in contact. But, my life has changed a lot since I started it in April 2011, as has my ability to keep up with it. On that note, you'll always be able to visit it to explore the back-content for as long as Tumblr keeps it up. Don't forget, there is a Facebook Page and Twitter with back-content, too: Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/DearBenNicholsFanSite Twitter - https://twitter.com/dearbennichols You can also keep up with me at some Facebook Groups I Admin: Fans of Americana Women -https://www.facebook.com/groups/AmericanaWomenFans The Official Tyler Childers Fan Club -https://www.facebook.com/groups/officialtylerchildersfanclub As well as at these Facebook Pages: Michelle Hanks, Virtual Assistant for Musicians -https://www.facebook.com/michellehanksVA Whizzbang Booking and Management -https://www.facebook.com/whizzbangbam Thank you so much for being a part of something that will always mean so much to me. <3

2013

 It is not long before one of the kine notices me; they confront me and ask what I am doing down here.  I play the part of the deaf, pretending not to understand what is being said and becoming defensive when approached with any physical contact.  I slowly but steadily escalate the situation, and Elizabeth begins to make her escape.  When they see her, they start to follow her but I steadily place myself just in the way, eventually falling with one of the guards to the floor.  Once she escapes, I get up and continue to play my role, fleeing and vocalizing in terror until I am safely away.  Clearly Elizabeth needs more guidance and advice to be successful.

 The experience is exhilarating.  No more bound to the ground or a single mind, I embrace the hive mind becoming one of many.  We crawl out across the bricks, sliding to the apartment.  We see nothing - the apartment is dark, with no sign of life.  We observe - we will wait and watch, and if any but our ally comes through the door we will alert the one waiting with the cup.  We are hive, and we achieve success as a hive.  We slide... we slide... we slide...  I slide back to my body, acclimating to a single mind once again.  Caution is important - the mind of the bees is addictive, with far more freedom than I can ever experience.  Living as one for the hive... I alert Rocco to my findings as we see Max approaching.  I continue the pose of the beggar, going to Max and alerting him.  I will go inside, Max will stay in the lobby ready to let Rocco in if needed and I will make my way into the apartment for initial surveillance.  I easily pick the lock to the front of the building, and hold it for Max to come in.  Once inside, I slip over to the apartment and make quick work of the door there, unlocking it and pushing it open...  A shrieking alarm!  I go inside and close the door, looking for the alarm panel - but as the door closes, the alarm stops.  Closer inspection shows a battery-operated alarm above the door, with no transmission or receiving capabilities.  A glance through the apartment shows signs of a fight but no signs of life or having been lived in.  I disable the alarm and invite the others to enter - Ortegas has arrived, though he seems disgruntled.  We search and find few facts.  It is clear that whoever killed the vampire that lived here was a mortal of some kind, most likely a hunter - they ripped the curtain down while the vampire slept day sleep, killing him with sunlight.  It is equally clear that when the former Sheriff came here and had an altercation as well.  Reports say that the Sheriff acted strangely for the rest of the day.  Could someone have used dominate to take control of events?  The only ones capable of that level of control over the prior Sheriff would be Paul, Owen, or Dagmar... perhaps Saruthi did not plot Esme's death after all...  There is no mail in the apartment, but we know some bills are being paid.  Checking the mailbox shows that it is being checked and emptied regularly, with currently only junk mail present.  I remove batteries from the alarms that have been placed on every door and window and place them in the mailbox, and write the number to a burner phone on the junk mail.  Someone is clearly close by monitoring this place, and I hope to find more details from them.  Later, my efforts bear fruit as I receive a call.  The "Watcher" is evidentally watching events unfold, and warn me not to come back to the apartment because hunters are monitoring it.  We talk in circles, with no positive outcome until the call concludes.  I then reach out to Elizabeth to see where she is.  Elizabeth is clearly in trouble.  She cannot go into detail, but asks me to meet her at the hospital morgue.  The childe is still woefully uneducated, and headstrong...