I think its Monday, the days run together here at compound. A box came for me today with all of my old journals from my human life. I suspect the Major did some research since I have been quite withdrawn lately, and I know that he can feel the depression radiating off of me. He really is a great man despite his rough edges. Maybe through writing and reading my old journals I can let go of my pain and jealousy. I guess the beginning is where I should start.
The world I knew was one that was filled with danger, abandonment, and fear. I was born in the year 1850 where my family lived a peaceful life until war broke out. My family home was sacked and burned, while my mother and siblings were left to burn. Father was off fighting and all I remember is just trying to survive. I stole food, lived where I could, and managed to stay out of the reach of the confederate rebels. After the war ended I went on a search for my father but came to know that he was killed. I was alone and wanted to have a purpose.
I don't remember who turned me, but I remember the pain. I wanted nothing more then for my life to be over, 18 years was long enough to me. The thirst is my first real memory, thinking about it brings the pain back, but the loneliness is the emotion that consumed me. I wandered around the Midwest confused and unguided through the changing scenery/
The first kill I made both shaped and scarred me. It was a hot August day and I came across a sandy beach off the coast of a vast placid lake. The sun danced off of the still water, reflecting its light upon my diamond skin. I sat and marveled at the glittery nature of my body. Sitting in the warm sand allowed me to drift into a bittersweet reverie, until I heard the laughter.
My senses switched to predator mode and I stalked in search of my prey. I was not a crazed newborn, but I was very thirsty. Two young girls were playing in the cool water. The older looking girl smelled like fresh baked blueberry bread while the other smelled like horses. I watched from my perch in a nearby tree as the younger girl tried to get the older one to swim further out…and man did she have a mouth on her.
"Maggie! Get in the damn water 'for I come an' getcha."
"No Alma. Momma said we have to be home and to not get our new dresses dirty since the preacher is comin' over for dinner."
The younger girl, Alma, grabbed her sister's arm and sure enough pulled her into the water. I recall wanting to feel the joy that they were feeling but the thirst took over. In a flash I jumped down from the tree, rushed over and broke both of their necks. I quickly drained the pair of them and then sent them afloat into the lake. Their blood tested so fresh and pure that I needed more, so I searched the woods and found a hiker. His blood did not satisfy as much, it tasted to aged. From that point on I drank only from children, believe me I know it sounds sick, but it made me feel so energized. I did this until I wandered south and ran into the Major.
It was winter time, I had quit keeping track of the actual days since I had no use for them. I walked through a small town in northern Texas, and there was some snow on the ground. The town seemed to be closed for business at this time of night so I began searching for my next meal. Peering into different windows I found what I was looking for, when I was interrupted by a crashing noise. Thinking that it was just the wind I proceed to enter the small window when I got the feeling I was being watched. Putting my nose to the wind I searched for the intruding scent. It was a curious situation because I had never seen any of my kind before, for all I knew I was the second of two.