Dear Me

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Dear me:

Year 1814:

I stopped writing in here because I lost my purpose. But I realized that this diary was the only thing I have left of my mother.

I was the reason my mother died. I killed her. I knew I did but I just couldn't believe it. I guess one can say that I was in denial. I would wake up every morning to see if my mom is there but I knew she wasn't. Not only my mother but my entire family is gone. There is just me.

The last time I wrote in this was when I realized I was a vampire. I have to suck the blood of innocent people to keep me from being weak. And yep I'm also immortal. I guess there's something good out of this.

The guy who turned me into this is now my lover. His name is Xavier. He is quite stunning for a 100 year old vampire. He has jet black hair that falls down his back but he keeps it pulled into a ponytail. His eyes are black with a tent of red in them. He is skinny but muscular. He has tattoos down both his arms. His skin tone is pale but not too pale. To sum it up in one word: he is hot.

Well today I took my 1000th life. I feel awful about it but I want to live. I tried to survive off of animal blood but human blood is better.

People get demons and vampires confused with each other. I suck blood. I don't suck the souls from people.

Dear me,

I was hoping that my kids would find this diary and read about their mother's life when I was long gone from this earth. The thing is that I can't have kids and I can't die. So dear me i surely hope you have a long miserable life with Xavier and sucking people's blood.

Sincerely yours,

René