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incarnated-soul- Sorry about screwing the story up so you got confused. This story is the first time I replaced a chapter with new content, and it kinda got messed up. Anyway, thanks a lot for your reviews. They're what keep me going.

Now, here's the next chapter just for you!

December 31st, 1993.

Caro Diary,

Sorry it's been so long since I've written you, but now I think it's time to get out more of my story. The weeks went by quickly after that first exchange. After that, I spent most of my days inside because the new blood swirling inside me made my once normal eyes sensitive to light. Before I knew it, Natale, or Christmas, was upon us, which meant that it was once again nearly time for me to meet Damon. This time would be the last. I was kind of worried, because I feared I would not have the strength or the will to make it in to the back garden. There were also other things that stood in my way. One was the endless regiment of servants at our estate, all of which my Mama had ordered to station themselves outside of my room to take care of me due to my rapidly decreasing heath.

Luckily, though they were superstitious, none of the servants suspected vampirism. They just thought I had that one disease that makes you think you're a vampire. (A/n- I can't remember what it's called, but you know what I mean, right?)

Of course Papa had to go and tell Grossmutter so she could tell Wilhelm and postpone our wedding, which she was planning with unrestrained glee. When she heard, she said she wasn't surprised and that Papa shouldn't have been either. She said that she knew the way I'd been raised would offend God, and that one day He would send down dämonen or demons to punish me for my sins.

Wilhelm himself was also a frequent visitor, although I always made sure to pretend I was asleep when he stopped by. He would bring me bouquets containing blue violets (faithfulness), red roses (I love you- that makes me shudder even as I write it), honeysuckle (devoted love, generous and devoted affection), glory flowers (glorious beauty- he's not always so terrible.), Dahlias (forever thine- uck again ), and finally, some Iceland moss (heath) to sprinkle on my bed.

And he would talk to me as I lay there pretending to be asleep. He would tell me how beautiful he thought I was, and how happy I'd make him if I would just become his wife. I admit he had a charming way with words, and was not a bad guy. But he was just too much of a man if you know what I mean.

Finally, on the Eve of natale, after all the festivities were finished, I managed to sneak out to Damon in the gardens. He spoke of the adventures we would have and what glory there was in being together. Then he said it was time. When he put his lips to my neck this final time, I didn't flinch. I just thought of the world I was leaving behind, a rare tear sliding down my cheek. After he was done this time, he gave me some more of his own blood to drink, but not before I invited him into our house. After I finished drinking, I was limp and unresponsive. To the untrained eye, I looked dead. Damon carried me to my bedroom and laid me down on my bed. Now all I could do was wait for one of the maids to find me the next morning.

My funerale the next morning was a very sad occasion. Everyone cried. Even Grossmutter faked it for Papa's sake. I was buried in Mama's family vault. That night, I awoke to see Damon standing in the tomb, waiting for me. I took his hand, and we ran off together into the night, never seen again by another living soul.

There, I think that is enough for tonight, though my story is far from over. It is now a new year.

Fino a che non veniamo a contatto di ancora

(Until we meet again)

Selina