October 25, 1804
I almost killed her. I almost drank her until she was no more. Her heart beat lured me to her. She was foolish for running out so late. I was foolish for thinking I could control myself with her. I was ashamed. I ran. Ran until the burning in my throat was too much and I had to feed. She was brave though. She came out despite the possible shame that would come to her and her name. To her family. I knew it was risky to visit her in her home, but her dreams weren't enough. I needed her for everything she was. But I was not about to take her life. The short time with her betrothed showed me how much he underappreciated her. He was to travel in a fort night. And now so was I. Only my trip would not be a long one.