Fourteen

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I haven't drank human blood in months now. I don't want to scare my bride acting like a blood sucking monster like vampires usually do. Animal's blood is tolerable for a while, I plan on waiting with drinking from humans until I marry her.

Something still feels unusual inside. Strange, I would rather say. My mind is just so blurry, I black out for seconds. Maybe it's the lack of blood my body's been getting.

God, I don't know what I'm doing.

I crave it. I crave it so much, my fangs go numb for minutes. Today's the worst I've ever felt. Josephine is currently sleeping in my room, I don't want her to feel worried, I won't wake her now.

She's just been so worried lately. I don't know how I could take that away from her.

My father is mad at me. He keeps asking where my brothers are. I won't answer him, though. I made sure that none of them would bother me or my bride for a while, not until our wedding day. I wouldn't have done anything if my disgrace of a father would have been able to keep his dogs on a shorter leash.

He should be grateful that I let him stay in his room unlike I did with the others. Even though the key is resting deep inside the pockets of my jacket. What a fool.

I might just go upstairs and rest next to my Josephine now. Maybe that will stop my head from blowing up.

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Dear diary,
If only you've given me a second chance.

If only I've heard you out.

If only I listened.

If only.

Cilian Milford,
June 12, 1853

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