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a/n: this has nothing to do with anything in the books

Sunday, January 2

I have decided to keep a diary. I don't know why I didn't think of this idea before. I realize what the consequences would be if this book fell into the wrong hands. I accept this responsibility whole heartedly, and so I shall guard you with my life.

First, I must give some background information. My name is Selene. I was born in the 1700's on a horse farm in England, where I led a happy life with my parents, sister, and friends. But I also am a vampire. I shall tell you my story in whole, starting at the beginning, where all good stories start.

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I remember clearly, the shocking news my sister gave over our breakfast one spring morning. She was pregnant, by her boyfriend, the man my parents hated. The news came as no surprise to me. I had already heard, but acted surprised for my sisters sake. She had told me earlier, while I was watching the sun rise through the white mist hovering over the ground.

My parents sat still for a second, frozen. I braced myself for the explosion I knew would come. My father slammed his cup on the table, liquid brown coffee sloshing onto his plate, spreading along the table. He paid it no attention. My mother stood up quickly, fire burning in her eyes, with a fierceness I had never seen before. They both started yelling at the same time.

"Why? How could you do this to us?" My sister glared at mother's question.

"I didn't do anything to you. This is my problem. I'm the one pregnant. If you hadn't always pushed my boyfriend away, we wouldn't have gone behind you're back, secretly."

I agreed, but knew it would be unwise to say so. After everyone had calmed down, my sisters boyfriend was told the news. He proposed to her that night, and the next week they were married.

I sat quietly through the ceremony, happy for my sister and thinking about my own life. I imagined myself marring the man of my dreams, having children, watch them grow up, and letting take care of me when I was old.

Many months later and my sister was nearly due, I brought home a suitor of my own. I was of a proper age, twenty one. My parents, thankfully, accepted him. I over heard them talking that night, remarking about how my suitor loved me, not my families money like my sister's husband. That remark stung, but I didn't say anything, for it was true. Only my sister was blind to her husbands greed.

When my sisters babies finally came into the world, their father was not around. It saddened us that he did not care for his family, but we kept our remarks to ourselves. My sister had twin girls, petite and darling. I remember holding the first of them, after she had come out of the womb. She had hair similar to my sisters. All of my family had black hair and fair skin. We were surprised when the second twin came out. She had light hair, like her father. We secretly prayed that she did not also inherit her fathers greed. I must stop writing now; Kahn is calling me.