December 15 2005.
Journal Entry; The cold has finally arrived and has covered the ground with a thick white blanket of snow. The sun is hidden for most of the day now, I am grateful for that. However along with this snow has come some unexpected visions. I have been seeing my mother lately..everywhere I look I see her there; standing next to me with a smile on her face. Her lovely black hair flowing past her shoulders and her silver eyes telling me everything is alright. Then the tragedy strikes for what seems like the hundredth time already. My hand slips from hers and we are split apart from each other. I am back to reality at that point. It is becoming troublesome, it happened while I was visiting an old friend, Angela. We had not seen each other for nearly sixty years, but as expected neither of us has changed; at least physically. She still has the utmost beauty upon her body, no matter what century we are in she will always catch the eyes of every man around her. Thats exactly when my vision came actually, while we were out having a small brunch. She was speaking to the waiter who had his eyes in a rather low spot to actually be listening to her words. I saw this woman walking by, slightly resembling my mother and then it struck. Only this time it was much worse then the others before. I felt myself there, the soft skin of my mother holding onto my hand securely. I saw the man, her murderer walk straight up to her and shove something hard into her stomach. Her body became instantly weak and her hand let go of mine. She fell to the side down into a stream of water, her blood pouring from the wound in her stomach. I would have seen more in the vision but I was suddenly waking up in Angela's room with her sitting beside me. She asked if I was alright, after all she knew about what was going on. I insisted that I was fine but she would not allow me to get away so easily. So I am stayed the night at her house.Not that I did not enjoy it, but I would have been much more comfortable in my house after that sight. But after being forced to stay there, I think that I am glad Angela made me occupy her. We got to speak about a lot of things we have missed. All the men she slain with the single glance she gives sometimes. We are not normal people, her and I; nor are most of the people I speak to on a regular basis. I am not too unusual at a first look. A vampire, how presumptuous some would say. Though that is not all I am, I can seem like quite a normal mortal at times. My own sort of mortal however, one that never takes no for an answer if that is not the answer I was looking for. Angela always told me that I had a slight anger issue, but now a days who doesn't? There is so much more about me, but too much to explain. As for Angela, she's part fallen angel, which evidentially explains her beauty as she explains to me every time I tell her shes gorgeous but I think she was just naturally born beautiful. She has her father's powers though, a demon. And a damn strong demon at that. Not a single person who understands her strength would go after her, well except for the idiots who believe they can defeat her. It's happened a few times, the jealous people who think her and I are together which we are not, but none of them have won. I do think that's enough for one day's writing...perhaps more tomorrow.
Christopher
He sighed his name elegantly on the parchment journal beside him. He set is aside and let out a heavy sigh, his chest deflating and making him sink into the comfortable bed underneath him. He was still at Angela's and would reside there for a few nights, until she felt he was better but he knew that day would never really come