Chapter 3 – The Contents of One Very Old Black Journal

"Have you seen him yet? That hot new guy?"

It seemed to Sakura that that was the only piece of news going around nowadays... I mean, yeah, she thought he was hot and all but, come on! There was only so far you can go before you cross the line of rabid fan girl-ism and psychotic stalker-ness…

The only piece of gossip she had heard in the school hallways that had her freaked out though was the mysterious supposed vampire deaths on the news...

'Oh my God.' Sakura thought to herself, 'I must be getting too much time to think.' Sakura didn't want to admit it but she was getting really bored of trigonometry and Inner Sakura kept on threatening to come out. She knew she wasn't supposed to be bored because after all, she was the model student of the entire school, but she couldn't help it. After all, was it her fault that she had already revised and completed the entire maths book for her year in the first 2 days of school?

Sakura lifted her hand and waited patiently for her Maths teacher to notice her, though Anko was always far too busy seducing the male students to notice anyone else most of the time. Eventually Sakura got tired of waiting for her and announced to the class very loudly that she was going to get a drink from the drinking fountains located on the oval.

Her hand was just centimetres away from the doorknob when an unusually sharpened pencil lodged itself in the wall in front of her face, stopping her steps immediately. Anko had thrown a pencil with pin point accuracy from across the room where she had previously been draping herself over a bored looking boy who looked about ready to fall asleep.

"Damn. I missed." Anko smiled and slivered up next to Sakura. "Where were you going, Sa-Ku-Ra?" A singsong voice asked. "I don't remember giving you permission to leave the classroom."

Sakura just smiled politely and excused herself. "Oh. I'm so sorry Miss Anko, but I really needed to take a drink and you looked really busy so I just thought I should let myself out."

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When Sakura was out on the oval, she let out a small sigh of relief and let Inner Sakura take over. "Damn that bitch! If only the freaking principal would just fire her ass already! Everyone knows that she used to be associated with that weird paedophiliac snake gang a few years back. Damn her and damn the principal!"

After her little outburst, Sakura looked around cautiously. She had a reputation to maintain after all. While she was searching around the oval for anyone that might have been listening, she heard a small fluttering noise and decided to investigate, just in case it was someone that might have heard her.

She followed the noise and found that the source of the sound was coming from either inside or behind the sports shed. 'Well,' she thought to herself, 'I'll check the back of the shed first. The shed's almost always locked anyway.'

Sakura slowly made her way around the shed, not wanting anyone to hear her approaching just in case they ran off before she could bash them, not because she was a bully though, just to make sure no rumours were spread about her "crazy ranting".

As she turned the corner she immediately felt very relieved. No one had heard her Inner Sakura come out, thank goodness, and the fluttering noise she had heard was coming from an old looking, black leather book.

Sakura looked at the book curiously. Who was careless enough to leave their book just lying around? Picking the book up, Sakura found it had no visible name written on it, and drawn by her own curiosity she opened it and started reading.

Dear Journal,

I made a new friend yesterday. He seems really pleasant, though a bit bizarre. I've observed today that Gaara is staring at him quite a lot. I imagine he is quite taken with him somewhat. I'm quite taken too. And yes journal, I know I'm gay. Anyhow, I wish I could tell him my tiny secret, my new friend that is… But I know I can't. My family and the whole vampire race forbid it… And if they ever happen to find out… I know I, and anybody I told, would be condemned to a fate worse than death.

I hope he won't hate me when he finds out my true identity, not that it would matter so much after I do what is necessary. I'm still half hoping that he learns what is good for him and that he gets away from me as soon as possible. While he still can.

I would distance myself from him if I could but… I'm afraid it's already too late for me… It's too late because I have already been sucked into his enchanting web and become his friend. His warm smile draws me in. And now… I guess I'm at the point of no return…

I know… It's only been two days and I'm enraptured with him already. If only I could have met him at a different time. Then everything would be different. It would all just work out somehow…

I just wish that I could get rid of this stupid curse and just have some time to be myself. Get a chance to be happy, to find love maybe and to have friends. Normal friends.

I hate being a vampire. Your family never come home. You can't make close friends with people without planning to kill them afterwards. And the food you eat always has to have at least a smudge of blood on it to be edible. It's kind of disgusting actually. Bread with blood, milk with blood, blood pasta. It tastes completely feral but without it, you just can't live.

Now don't get any ideas, journal. I'm not one of those vampires who kill because they enjoy killing, though I know some that do. But I can't survive without it. I can't live off rations from my brother forever y'know. I have to learn to fend for myself.

You wanna know what else? They'll be watching me. Who? I hear you ask. Them. The vampire council. So now… well… I'm going to have to kill my new friend. They'll be expecting me to complete my first kill. And your first kill always has to be your first best friend. You see, that's why I always distance myself from other people. But now… if I don't kill him, my new friend… who knows what kind of torturous punishment they'll give me and him. Believe me when I say you never ever want to be punished by vampires. Their punishments are very ugly and extremely excruciating.

I remember my last punishment still. I think it was about 8 years ago… I cried non-stop for days. And no one was allowed to comfort me. Not my family, nor my friends. In fact I still have the scar on my shoulder blade… and the nightmares. They never end.

Anyway, I have to go out for blood soon. Brother has temporarily gotten himself into jail and can't send me any blood for awhile. He probably was stupid enough to get himself caught up in another murder case. I keep telling him, being so bloodthirsty has its bad parts but no, he always refuses to actually listen to me. Actually he doesn't listen to anyone. I think he's part of this vampire gang now… They're such a bunch of rebels. I think that if they keep continually cross the line like that, they'll eventually be taken down by the main family. I'll keep trying to warn him but I don't think it will help very much.

Well, other than that, I found out some other stuff yesterday. It seems that me and my new friend have a lot in common. His parents aren't home very often either and he too has a great big annoying older brother that won't listen to him. It's kinda funny really… how alike we are… It's just too bad that we can't stay together for the rest of our lives just cracking jokes and sharing stories… If only I was normal.

I guess I could try and fit that into the time we have left… I guess. Oh my God! I have school tomorrow! I haven't done my homework! Oh Crap!

Damn that Margaret Thatcher woman for being such a damn big historical figure. Now I have tons of research to do…

Ciao Journal,

From, A 17 Year Old Vampire Who Just Wants To Be Normal.

Sakura closed the book with a snap and left out a small gasp of terror. The vampire behind all the recent murders was enrolled at her school! And not just that. There was a VAMPIRE COUNCIL! Sakura was beginning to freak out a little and started going into panic mode before she realized that she had to get back to class and dropped the journal. She realized with a start, a moment later, that she had to warn the entire school and that it was her responsibility to find out who this vampire was and to have him or her kicked out of the school immediately.

Once she had processed all this information through her gigantic brain, she picked up the black journal again, hid it under her jumper and made her way back to class, trying not to jump at every small sound she heard on the way back.

That day everyone was getting a little bit weirded out by all the suspicious looks Sakura was throwing everywhere.

Yep. She was getting very paranoid.

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AN: I'm sorry this chapter is soo late to anyone actually following this story but I kinda had to put it on standby while I had exams. Also my beta went to camp and her computer broke down.

Hopefully I'll update sooner next time. Cya! ♥