Until Your Death Do Us Part

Three

I took Josephine horse riding today. I felt it necessary to take her outside for a while, even if it's only for an hour or so. I'm no fool, I've noticed that my brothers and father have taken interest in Josephine as well. Not in a way I'm attracted to her whole being. They also feel her radiating, irresistible warmth.

I'm scared they would take her away.

I've promised myself to keep her safe, to protect her from the monsters of my world. She knows that we are blood sucking, horrible creatures, yet she says that she isn't scared. She is not scared of me, I would rather say. Her mother, Marleen is aware of that as well, yet she still chose to work for my mother. It's crazy what humans do for money.

I glance at Josephine riding my horse, entirely stunned. Her long, fair locks were flittering in the wind. She looked so joyful. So free. So living.

I always wondered what that could feel like.

We are heading back to the mansion now. I told Josephine to lock her door carefully and alarm me as soon as something happens. I hope no harm will find her.

I kiss her rosy cheek as a way to say goodbye. I hope I will see her tomorrow as well.

Cillian Milford,
June 10, 1852