(A/N: Just part of a bunch of drabbles I wrote.)

The youth had a thoughtful, pensive look upon his face as he stared down at the black-covered, slightly age-worn diary. He ran his fingers over the soft, buttery smooth, dark leather of the cover. He then opened the front cover. He saw the name etched into the diary and felt disgust at it. Disgust and loathing. He hated that name with all he could muster, and even that, he felt, wasn't enough. He tore his eyes away from the scribbled name and stared quite blankly down at the somewhat yellowed, blank pages. Suddenly and rather darkly, a smile spread over his lips and stretched across his face. A malevolent twinkle glimmered in his eyes.
"With you, I'm immortal," he murmured, voice almost sweet, shutting the cover as he slowly exhaled.