Dear Diary,
Now, I have never had a diary before, nor did I desire to write one, but I think I should start one. My life has become complicated, unbelievably strange. Day after day, hour after hour it grows weirder, stranger. Since I am surrounded my un-understanding individuals, I believe that you could serve as my listener. Can you listen, diary? Of course you can, you listen better then anyone ever could. You don't talk back, you don't make rude comments, you don't roll your eyes. Well, for that I thank you.
All this strangeness, all this disaster started a year ago exactly. The night was cold, dark, and I was traveling home from the club with my friends. We had just turned twenty-one and were eager to live our lives to the greatest extent, which meant hitting every party, every club on our way. My friends were drunk, swaying everywhere with intoxication. I was not, for I disliked the taste of liquor. They were falling all over me, grasping onto my shirt, falling upon my feet.
It was nearly one in the morning and I drastically wanted to be at home, away from my drunken friends. We were miles away from their homes, so I decided to cut through an alley. This was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Suddenly I was attacked, my friends screaming yelling for help, flailing their arms around wildly. They disappeared. Stupid so-called friends.
Anyways, I was attacked by a dark figure, decked out in dark clothes. Black leather pants, a black cloak. His hair was slicked back, and his eyes shot through me like needles. Those eyes were amazing, quite possibly the most beautiful orbs I had ever seen in my life. "My love." He said as he stroked my hair. I flinched with horror. I mean, who did he think he was? Calling me his "love." It was plain creepy. But wait, it gets creepier. He grazed his fingers across my lips, hushing my whimpering. "You will soon be my eternal love." He said brushing my hair behind my head. I turned away from him, refusing to give into those amazing eyes. They pained me like you wouldn't believe. So I turned away from them. Then, he let out a sigh, filled with pain. He was staring at my neck, slowly edging closer to it. I quickly snapped my head back just as he had opened his mouth. He had fangs! Fangs! Can you believe that, Diary? He had fangs. Not so unbelievable to me now, but then, it was unheard of. It baffled me, and I stood in interest, or rather dangled in his arms.
"Hold still, my love. This will be painless, I promise." He said, lowering his fangs to my neck. I made no attempt to move, I was still in his trance. The trance of his eyes, his fangs. They pushed me into a dream world. A dream world filled with all that gave me ecstasy. But as those fangs pierced my skin, I was pulled from that world and thrown into the harsh reality. The reality that he was feeding upon me. The nerve! He was feeding upon me! Did I ever agree to this? No, of course not. But, still, I couldn't move. I was paralyzed with fear.
His hand had then traveled down my leg, rubbing it up and down. This is when I realized his pleasure in this. It pained me so, but I stood still. Dangled in his strong, masculine arms until I was weak with blood loss. There was no use fighting. At the time I wasn't really thinking about getting away. I was just thinking about how I could avoid those entrancing eyes. How I could dodge them, refuse them. That was no problem, however, for he never opened them. I could see them move behind his eyelids, but they never opened.
As time pressed on, and he drew even more and more blood from me, I became more languid. After he had had his fill he dropped me carelessly to the floor. Even though I was disgusted, I showed no sign of this. My eyes were droopy and they fell heavily shut. All I could think of at that time was how I was going to die. I swear I almost did, for I traveled to a different dreamland. This one was full of every dead. Dead, lifeless trees lined the street I walked on. Brown flowers littered the dead grass and lifeless animals lay everywhere. There was no sun, just the moon. It seemed like day, but obviously it wasn't. No birds filled the black sky, and no bugs hopped across the road. It was just me, among dead, lifeless corpses of animals and plants. No other humans were in this scene, just me. Alone and isolated among the dead.
"My love, awake." I heard, just an echo in the distance. It seemed to be a whisper, attempting to beckon me. Casually I ignored it, expecting myself to be crazy. "My love, awake." I heard once more, this time louder. I searched around my area, afraid to move. I kicked aside a corpse of a rabbit. I heard it over and over, and it began to frustrate me. Where was this voice? Where was it? I kicked aside another corpse, this time of a cat. "My love, awake." The voice was strong, yet soft. I looked ahead; a bright white light was shining my way. "Hey! Over here!" I shouted foolishly. I waved my hands over my head and the light came closer. It began to grow with every inch closer it became. Suddenly it got so close it seemed to consume me. It flashed in my face and suddenly I discovered it all a dream. My eyes flickered open and there stood the same monster that attacked me in the alley.
I quickly drew back from him, screaming at the top of my lungs. My throat was dry, cracked, and my screaming stopped unwillingly. My voice was gone! The stranger nodded. "My name is James." He said, slightly laughing as he ripped away part of his shirtsleeve. He casually ripped away part of his skin until blood began pouring out of the wound. "Drink." He said. Was he crazy? Drink his blood? That is disgusting! But I did, I don't know why, but I did. Was it those eyes? Did they entrance me again? Probably. My lips covered the wound and I sucked the blood from his wrist. I heard his heartbeat loudly in my ears. With every drop that traveled into my mouth, the beat grew louder. Soon, it filled my head, pounding against my brain. It seemed to drug me. This was not the beautiful experience that it seemed to be. It was not like getting your blood sucked from you. There was no dreamland, just that damned beating of that heart against my brain.
I pushed away his wrist just as it began to hurt. "The first meal is always the worst." He said blankly. I looked into those eyes again. They now had no effect over me. Where was that trance? That power? They were now just eyes. No longer gods over me, just eyes. Suddenly a pain shot through my jaw and I flung back in pain. I screamed, yelled for help. James just sat there, fixing up his wrist. "It will soon end, all will be fine." He said casually, as if he didn't care. A white thing fell to the floor, and I reached for it. Again, another fell to the floor, and I picked it up. It was my tooth! My tooth! It had fallen out! But just two. What was happening to me? I felt them growing back, if that is possible. I felt the fangs slide into place. All the pain went away. I remember that as my greatest moment of relief.
"It is finished." James said as he reached over to brush back my hair. He placed it behind my ear and smiled. "You are now a vampire." A vampire! A vampire? I thought those were fictional characters, but now I know that is false. The fact that they are fictional is fictional. Ha!
Well, thanks diary, for listening. I was right, you are great at it. Maybe, when all is wrong again, like tomorrow, I will write again. But for now, I am hungry.