Post by Amelia Noel on Aug 23, 2009 12:58:25 GMT -5
Bonjour,
As an attempt to keep my sanity, I was told to try and keep a journal. Personally, I'm not sure how this will help, but I decided to give it a shot. Maybe it'll help me keep human? Even though I will never be human again. I am dead. A vampire against my will, but I am a grown woman of 211 years, I must learn to accept the facts.
I can remember like it was yesterday. Young love. Lawrence Michelle Espa was my one and only love as a human. I remember late night swimming in the ocean, just because we can. I should of noticed something strange when he could only be around at night. I was blinded. I loved him and he loved me.
My parents didn't even know about him, because I was too nervous to introduce a Spanish man to them, they would not approve. They wanted French grandchildren. They never even got grandchildren. I was their only child and once I was turned I never went back to see them. They wouldn't understand, not that I would even contemplate telling them. How could an only child tell their only parents that they were now a bloodsucking demon. Well, not a demon, but they would see it that way.
Lawrence and I traveled every where together. I was finally able to see the world! We visited his home in Spain, went to London, Paris, Moscow, we went to so many places. Young and beautiful and I still loved him and he still loved me. What more could I ask for?
Of course, I eventually grew bored. I was tired of killing, tired of fighting, not just with humans but with Lawrence. He would do something I loathed then make it up with expensive gifts. I knew he killed to get those gifts, so I threw them all away. I don't want to be a murderer, but I already am. I had no choice. I did it out of need and love and passion. If I were to choose to live or die, I would obviously choose to live. Blood is my life source. Well, what keeps me the living dead.
I digress, I don't want to continue this anymore. Perhaps this journal thing is working out for me now. I am already wiping away my tears, well blood-tears. That's another thing I loathe about being a vampire. Well, I must go. Morning will be approaching soon, and I need my rest.
A toute à l’heure
Amelia Aurielle Noel
As an attempt to keep my sanity, I was told to try and keep a journal. Personally, I'm not sure how this will help, but I decided to give it a shot. Maybe it'll help me keep human? Even though I will never be human again. I am dead. A vampire against my will, but I am a grown woman of 211 years, I must learn to accept the facts.
I can remember like it was yesterday. Young love. Lawrence Michelle Espa was my one and only love as a human. I remember late night swimming in the ocean, just because we can. I should of noticed something strange when he could only be around at night. I was blinded. I loved him and he loved me.
My parents didn't even know about him, because I was too nervous to introduce a Spanish man to them, they would not approve. They wanted French grandchildren. They never even got grandchildren. I was their only child and once I was turned I never went back to see them. They wouldn't understand, not that I would even contemplate telling them. How could an only child tell their only parents that they were now a bloodsucking demon. Well, not a demon, but they would see it that way.
Lawrence and I traveled every where together. I was finally able to see the world! We visited his home in Spain, went to London, Paris, Moscow, we went to so many places. Young and beautiful and I still loved him and he still loved me. What more could I ask for?
Of course, I eventually grew bored. I was tired of killing, tired of fighting, not just with humans but with Lawrence. He would do something I loathed then make it up with expensive gifts. I knew he killed to get those gifts, so I threw them all away. I don't want to be a murderer, but I already am. I had no choice. I did it out of need and love and passion. If I were to choose to live or die, I would obviously choose to live. Blood is my life source. Well, what keeps me the living dead.
I digress, I don't want to continue this anymore. Perhaps this journal thing is working out for me now. I am already wiping away my tears, well blood-tears. That's another thing I loathe about being a vampire. Well, I must go. Morning will be approaching soon, and I need my rest.
A toute à l’heure
Amelia Aurielle Noel
