I was... correct to assume that something bad was on its way. I can hardly write at the moment, my hands are still shaking. Lord Ryan cornered me in the hallway today and forced me to... spend the night in his room. Rather, "forced" doesn't seem to be the right word. I had no desire inwardly to agree to him, but I found that I could not say no and instead was readily agreeing with him and following compliantly.
I should have expected this night to come, considering his first words to me. I can only wonder if it has happened to those turned before me as well. Christine has never mentioned anything of the like, although it typically would not come across in regular conversation.
If I am honest, we do not normally have "regular" conversations. They are spite-filled, there is no doubt about that. I fear that despite my previous hope, we will never be able to consolidate our relationship into something more friendly. Perhaps Christine slightly envies my persistence to keep fighting against Lord Ryan.
Although it does no good. I am still in somewhat the same position as her. We are the youngest in Lord Ryan's household. She is on her way to advancing into his inner ring, as opposed to myself, however. I'm not sure if I would ever want to play on his good side long enough to get there. It would more than likely lead to more unpleasant nights. But if I am completely honest, I am not sure anything can stop him, now that he has gotten what he wanted for the first time.
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The Diary of a Vampire
VampireCenturies ago, Everett was turned into a vampire. Centuries later, he was and is one of the most prominent and well known coven leaders in America. But everyone has to start somewhere. And the beginning was nothing anyone would have thought.
