Buried Secrets

Diary Of Mila Clearwater

November 1st, 1894

Diary;

           

We are alone now. My family has left us alone. You, the violin, and myself. We are now stuck in this eternal, cold grave. Mother and father didn't stake me. They should have. I picture that moment right before Elisabeta died. The way her blue eyes pleaded with me to spare her because she was my sister before I killed her. Sunk my fangs into her neck and drained her of blood.

           

Mother and father buried sweet Elisabeta yester-night. To-night, they buried me. I expect tomorrow they shall be back to kill me...I almost wish that they would. Death would be nice...I would be able to see Elisabeta and apologize to her.

           

I doubt that she shall ever forgive me. Especially with her last memory being of me biting her and killing her.

           

Alas, my dear diary, I have no idea how we shall deal with this horrible misfortune, but we shall. Hopefully.

           

I pray that we see the outside world again. Preferably soon...