The Saddest Story Never Told
Preface
Dear Diary,
I was never one for parties, I was forced to go as I am the Lord of the lands. But something happened today I had never expected: I met her. Eyes like an ice goddess, hair as dark as the night sky, skin as pale as alabaster. She was beautiful as she was dangerous. I have never seen someone so beautiful in my entire life. Just a mere meeting of the eyes, and I swear I saw the fire in her soul. Most women were timid, but not her. No. She was an entity all on her own. She breathed passion, and shadowed strength. She was a dhampir, it wasn't hard to tell. She was one of the more... filled women that stood apart from the moroi kind. I think that was what attracted me to her the most; her exotic blood. She was a hybrid of two races. Normally, Dhampir women were to become blood whores, and mistresses to Moroi men to procreate more Dhampirs (mostly boys) to create an army of Guardians. But her, this strange new woman wouldn't dare become a mistress. I could tell by her soul, it tickled my own like it knew it. Like they were best friends, or long time lovers.
I have to know this woman. This fierce, beautiful woman with eyes of cold fire. The darkness seemed so faint the moment she came into my line of vision. It was an amazing feat in itself to rid the darkness from my mind, but she lit up the dark clawing madness for just a brief moment in time. I will know her, even if it will be the death of me. Please God, give me strength. And God? Give me hope that I will change this forsaken rule of women. To make women equal to male guardians. I will take her as my Guardian, and possibly my wife.
Until next time Diary,
Vladimir.