Buried Secrets

Diary Of Mila Clearwater

October 29th, LATER ENTRY

Diary;

Oh, dear God! Save me before I fully sin! Emmerson has offered his home to me, and yet...I either want to drink his blood, kiss him, or do both at the same time! That is not how mother and father raised me or Elisabeta.

What makes things worse, Emmerson is the most attractive man ever! Six feet one inch tall with a muscular build...thick black hair atop his head and storm grey eyes. God, a woman could get lost in those eyes!

He cannot know what I am. It is insane enough that he has allowed me into his home...gave me his girlfriend's cell phone (the devise from my Earlier Entry)...my God, if he ever found out what I am...

He would kill me. No questions asked.

I currently sit on the spare bed in the basement of his house with the extra pillows and blankets that he had brought down. You know something, diary? Emmerson managed to startle me earlier, when he was bringing down the extra blankets and pillows. 

I had been sitting here on the bed, lights flickering overhead, just playing my violin. The song was a soft, melodic, fiddler’s song. Emmerson walked in a few moments after I started playing, with the extra blankets and pillows in his arms.

“Pretty good! What song is that?” he asked, putting the pillows and blankets down beside me on the bed.

I jumped, hitting a wrong note. I looked back up to him, right into those handsome eyes, clutching my non-existing heartbeat. “My Lord, Emmerson! You scared me to...”

I hesitated. I was already dead...so what would I say to end that sentence? And what would Emmerson say!?

“Death?” he finished my sentence for me.

“Yes...” I whispered, taking my violin and bow, placed them back into the case, and then got off the bed. I placed the violin on the floor by the foot of the bed.

Ever since we met in the cemetery, I have had the feeling that he has wanted to tell me something, just like how I have wanted to tell him I was a vampire. That he can't trust me...

Emmerson walked over to me and brushed my hair off my face.

“Are you going to be okay down here?” he asked.

I nodded and looked away so he wouldn't see the raw hunger in my eyes. I heard mice running around in the walls, heard their tiny heartbeats pounding in their breasts. Dinner!

Damnit! I was so hungry!

Emmerson let his hand fall form my cheek and looked to the cell phone that lay in the corner by the pillows.

“Do you know how to work that thing?” I asked him, moving to the extra pillows and blankets.

Emmerson nodded, laughing a bit. “Yeah, everyone that I know knows how to work a cell phone.”

Not everyone...I thought bitterly. Aloud, I simply said; “Where I am from, we have never seen anything like this. It is strange.”

“Oh...” Emmerson fell silent for several moments as I laid out the extra blankets and placed the extra pillows. When he finally spoke, he said; “Mila...would you like to learn how to use one? A cell phone...I mean.”

I looked over to him. I nodded and sat down in front of Emmerson as he grabbed the cell phone, then sat next to me.

“Okay, I know that you have texting down...since we were texting earlier...”

“When I first found the cell phone?”

Emmerson nodded, opening the phone's typewriter keyboard. “Exactly. But, this phone can do two other functions. You can take pictures of places and people, to send them either to your friends or just for the memoires. And, you can call another person.”

I looked at him, confused. “How can you...?”

He smiled kindly at me. “I'll show you.”

And he did. He taught me so much about this time And their devises. Typewriters have been turned into something called a “computer”; people have electric alarms inside their homes to alert them of trespassers.

It's crazy!

Thankfully, Emmerson grew tired And headed to his bed for rest, And left me alone. Praise God, because the smell of his blood was so bad, I thought I would kill him right then and there!

I have already killed about forty or so rats and disposed of their bodies down a swear drain hidden in the far room of the basement. My hunger has been kept at bay for a while. But I know that it will return. It always does...