I will no longer hide

I broke the news to my parents about moving in with John. They were more accepting then I thought. One thing they didn't know is I can read the thoughts of people if I really concentrate, They were both really mad that he was taking me away from them. They didn't understand why I would choose such a thing. But I left without saying anything but good-bye.

That night, when they were sleeping, I snuck back into the house to get the rest of my stuff. I took one last look at my mother before I left, and the only thought that ran through my head was 'kill her now!' . I started to inch towards my mother, ready to attack, getting my teeth ready for the bite. Then john came in a pulled me away. Thank the dark lord for that!

I've been sitting here going over it over and over again. Why would I want to do that? She's the one that raised me.. Who gave me life. She doesn't deserve to die.. but I still want to do it..

 I feel horrible. As soon as I pressed save last night, I went after the taunting owl. Once I took care of the owl, I took care of a rabbit, and a deer aswell. It seems the longer I go without feeding, the more I need to regain my strength. Usually it would just be the owl or the rabbit. But after all three, I was good. 

Somehow, I have to break the news to my parents that I can no longer live with them. I have to move in with John because "I'm to dangerous to be around my parents". But whatever.. i can do it.. I think..

 

I haven't fed in a few days now. I'm trying to test myself. See how long I can go. It's only been four days, but already I'm weak, tired, under fed. I don't know how much longer I can last, (The owl outside my window are taunting me as I type.) but I'm atleast trying unlike John, who "must  feed every night". He doesn't hunt people though, no, he hunts animals, just like me.

It's very hard to concentrate on what I'm writting. My vision is blurring, my veins are on fire, my head feels like it's under water, yet, at the same time, I feel completely weightless..

I don't know if I should give in, or stick it out. But if my body doesn't start to agree with my decision, I'll have to give in.

Although people have different views on the vampire community, I only had one. I saw these mysterious creatures of the night as beautiful strangers i wanted to meet.
My parents never understood why I was up until all hours of the night, why I slept until dusk, or why i was always dressed in black. I had fallen in love with these "creatures" of the night. Yes they were beautiful, and fiction.

My parents said it was just a phase I was going through, I would soon get out of it. But I never did. They began to have fear for me. They were afraid I had gone "Goth", so, to stop them from thinking so, I went back to my "old self". But my "old self" was to scary for words. Skirts and pink prep, wasn't what I had in mind, but, I played it off well. At least when my parents were around.

They were happy. They had their little girl back again. But they forgot to check on one little detail. Where was I once their eyes closed at night?

In all honesty, I was slipping out my bedroom window, walking in the dark woods, and waiting. For who, I had no idea, but for what, I did. I would wait every night in the dark woods for a stranger to cross my path. But not just any stranger, a hungry stranger.

This ritual went on for months. I started to think myself crazy. I started to believe that there was no mysterious, blood thirsty, beautiful hunters of the night.

On August 5^th 2000, I made my last venture into the woods, waiting for an unknown stranger to cross my path. I waited until the light of daybreak illuminated my surroundings. Another night wasted. I took one last look at the world around me before I turned around. But when I turned around, I was not greeted by the usual silence of the morning, I was greeted by him.

Yes, I was greeting by my maker. He goes by John Mark. He told me of his struggles, and of myself. He confessed that he had been watching me with great fascination for the past few months. He continued with telling me the thirst he has gotten while watching me, the thirst that he couldn’t bare any longer. The thirst that I longed to have. He had took a pause with his confessions to say my final words before he took my life. Both natural and unnatural.

I could see the sun rising faster and worried for his life. In my final moments, I wished him to make me one of them. He gave me a shocked look while processing my request. He moved towards me with such an elegant stride, I almost began to cry. He told me that I would be the youngest bitten if I chose it. And it was all I wanted at that point. I told him that it was what I chose to become. He took another step forward, promised me nothing, and took a bite.

The pain that consumed me was searing. It was the worst I had ever felt in all my life. But just as fast as it began to hurt, it stopped. I looked around to see that nothing had changed. I was still in place, standing just inches from my handsome creator. His lips were red from my blood, but I felt no different. I must have given him a confused look, and he laughed.

He told me that in just a few short minutes I would feel the change.

And feel it I did. Everything around had a scent that I couldn’t recognise. I could smell the most delicious scent coming from John’s lips, and I realized that blood was what I wanted.

And here I am now. I am the creature I wanted to become. In my opinion it’s amazing. 

Despite what everyone says, vampires can go out in the sun. We do not burn, and we do not sparkle. We live amongst the people of the world, never noticed as anything other then mortals, yes we have our fangs, and yes our eyes are not human, but we hide the truth through lies. I have black “contacts” and “veneers”.

My parents know the truth. They know that I am always hungry when they’re around, but they know that I won’t bring them harm. They let me go about my life, hunting at night, and living throughout the day. I can not sleep, and I cannot eat mortal food. They know that I will never age, and that I will not give them grandchildren. They know who I truly am, and why I acted the way I did.

My parents know that I will forever belong to this earth, and I will forever stay. They’ve accepted me for who I am, and it’s time to let the world see me for who and what I truly am.

I am Blair, the teenage vampire, and this is my journal.