Entry One
Dear Diary
For my birthday me mum bought me this beautiful diary to write down my thoughts. I think she is hoping that it will keep me occupied so I don't start seeing things again. It has a lovely cover with gold gilded edges. I just love it so and there is a picture of a daisy inside that me father drew me. He knows how I love daisies. This one will always be fresh and in full bloom. It will never wither and die as everything seems to do.
I've been seeing things and it frightens me so. I know I should probably tell them about the latest thing I've seen but I am just hoping that they will go away. Maybe if I pray hard enough they'll go away. They are so awful all about death. They must be nightmares that sometimes come true because I can't really be seeing things that haven't happened yet. It's just too horrible to think about. Me mum's calling for me to read to her and afterwards she'll be singing which I always love.
Entry Two
Dear Diary
Mum sings like an angel. I never tire of hearing her voice. Even now I beg her to sing to me some more. I decided to tell her that I've been seeing things especially after what happened. I thought she would reassure me that I wasn't the cause of those deaths but she gave no words of comfort. She sent me off to confession. I was so scared by what that man who I thought was a priest said. He called me a devil child but I want to be pure and good.
I'll be going to a convent soon since mum says it's the only way to stop seeing things to devote myself body and soul to god. I'm hoping that it does stop them. Maybe I should take it as a sign to live a pure and holy life. I know I've always been different so I'll follow this path and I'll do anything to make them stop.
Entry Three
Dear Diary
Things have gone from bad to worse. One by one my whole family was killed leaving only myself alive. I'm at the convent where I'll soon be taking holy orders. Even here away in utter solitude in the mountains I feel like someones watching me. I know it's crazy since the only ones here are the sisters. They have taken such good care of me. Even now I can't fully believe that I'll never see my family again. The killer shouldn't be able to find me. I don't understand why this has happened.
Could that man in the church have been the one to wreak this horror upon me? Well I'm safe here with the sisters. I'm not sure how long it's been since I wrote in here. I cried for years it seemed like although it was probably weeks or even days until I could cry no more. In a way it helps to write so I can start getting back to living.
I must take my holy orders to stop the visions that could be coming from the devil for all I know. The sisters haven't said anything but I know they know about my seeing things. The moon is a comfort to me. I often go out at night and stare up at the night sky with the twinkling stars and the moon shining brightly and giving me some measure of peace and for a brief time I can shut out all the horrors.
Entry Four
Dear Diary
This is all so strange to me. They were together in front of me doing unspeakable things. I can't think with this buzzing in my head. That man who was no man at all but a monsters a vampire and now I am one too. I was planted in the ground and had to claw my way out. So I've started a brand new life with Angelus and Darla. They are my family now daddy and grandmother.
The moon whispers to me in my ear. The stars sing in my head as I feed. Oh the taste of blood is such a yummy treat. Daddy took me out hunting and I had a toddler that I found out on the street all alone. Innocents have the most delightful blood or so I'm told and I must admit that it was pretty tasty. Angelus is such an artist when it comes to killing. We paint the night red as we go through the bodies.
Entry Five
Dear Diary
Angelus always brings me a treat when he goes out. I've got quite a collection of dollies so Miss Edith has plenty of company. She was my first and continues to be my favorite. The moon is singing to me and I feel like dancing but daddy is out and grandmother won't play with me. She isn't very friendly and that's not being a good grandmummy. Maybe in time we'll be close since we are family after all. A family should be close. Hmmm I'll see if grandmother wants to go out shopping and causing a little bloodshed.
Entry Six
Dear Diary
I haven't written in here for a really long time. I'm not sure what year it is but it's been a while and I am so lonely. I find myself wanting some company. A companion of my very own. Angelus has Darla and I have no one. Through the years I haven't found anyone that I'd like to spend eternity with.
The moon has been whispering to me about someone coming. A brave and noble knight to shed blood throughout the land. My skin hums at the thought. One benefit of immortality is that I'll stay young and pretty forever. Ok I can't see myself in a mirror but daddy and grandmum have remained the same. I just have to find that one shining light that will show me him.
Entry Seven
Dear Diary
I found him and he's just as I imagined he'd be. Those stupid mortals didn't appreciate the dear boy. I looked into his heart and there I saw it all. I gave him the gift of eternal life. So now I won't be all alone anymore. Daddy has grandmum so and I have my dear William. We had such fun killing all those bad men that treated my William so badly.
The sounds of their screams still fill my head like a bunch of singing birds. It is such a lovely song that is replaying in my head. I never tire of the screams and crying. I'm keeping William to myself for now but soon I'll introduce daddy and grandmum to my sweet. He's going to take me to his house and we'll feast on his family. That has to be why he wants to go. At least I hope it is because I'm getting hungry.
Entry Eight
Dear Diary
My poor dear boy made such a dreadful mistake. He sired his mother which I warned him not to do since I knew it would end badly. He took it hard and ended up staking her which actually is a relief. I didn't fancy having his mummy around. Besides I'm his mummy now. I gave birth to him when I gave him my eternal kiss. We leave behind our weak human mortal lives and enter this unlife that lasts for all of eternity. Now I have my prince and no more will I be lonely. I think I'll pick up a new fresh newborn ripped away from it's mother's arms. The moon will show me the way.
Entry Nine
Dear Diary
Oh how I love the moon in all its round and magnificent glory. II look up at the moon and it smiles at me. It's like a big pearl in the sky bobbing amongst the stars. They twinkle and sparkle like diamonds. If I could just stretch my hand out high enough I could pluck it from the sky and wear it around my neck. My very own star to make wishes upon when the fancy strikes me. A rainbow of colors dancing under the moonlight or firelight. I must be cautious of fires since they are bad. It's fun to watch people burn with the flames licking at them like a cat and all that's left behind is ashes. It is pretty to watch and Miss Edith enjoys it so. The whispering starts again.
Entry Ten
Dear Diary
Twenty years have passed since I left mortality behind. Sometimes I dream of my mum's cries from when she died and it fills my head so I can hear nothing else. Dear William always knows just what to do when I get upset for whatever reason. The screams ring in my head like bells and I want to dance and dance leaving behind a trail of corpses. I must find William so we can take a walk in the park under the moonlight.
Entry Eleven
Dear Diary
The skies will open and blood will come pouring down leaving dead bodies behind us as we travel through the land. We are a foursome of terror. I have always wanted to travel and now we are. We shall be the scourge of Europe. At times it is still a little strange that never again will I look upon my reflection. I can look at myself in a picture. It's a good thing that I have grandmum to do my makeup. I never asked but I am curious about what she did when her and daddy were together before I came along.
Maybe daddy did it for her. Darla always looks so pretty. She has hair the color of spun gold and eyes like blue topaz. I haven't asked for it isn't polite to ask a lady her age but she has held up quite nicely over the centuries. I've only been a vampire for twenty years and I remain the same and my skin is the color of the moon. I so love the moon which always hangs in the sky.
I walk in the night just listening to the moon singing in my head with the stars sparkling in the night sky. A blackness with a sea of diamonds sprinkled all over the skies. I could just lay down on the ground and watch them to just before that nasty sun comes up pouring down its burning rays. Humans are no longer a threat to me and they are so good to eat. I can play the helpless maiden in distress and watch for some man to come by so I can dine on his blood like fine wine.
Entry Twelve
Dear Diary
I just love blood it is so glorious and such a pretty shade of red. I think I shall fill a tub of nice blood and soak in it. I could play the part of a mermaid and William can be my fair prince and we can play in the blood. I'll go out hunting but I'll leave a few snacks and if they are good I shall let them watch with Miss Edith and the others. I think I'll pick up a few babies at the hospital for my dear boy so loves his food as fresh as possible.
We can play and while away the dreary hours of daylight which will be here all too soon. I don't require much in the way of sleep. I so wish I could blot out the sun so it wouldn't turn me to ash. There are only a few enemies to us which are fire, the sun, and a pointed piece of wood through the heart. I've chatted with grandmum about this a little girl talk while the boys were away.
Entry Thirteen
Dear Diary
Oh how exciting it was to see the battle between man and beast. A battle to the death with a lion. We had a picnic and drained the lion dry which tasted a little like wine with a hint of honey about it. Such a pretty animal that is now dead and lifeless but now it gets a new life. Now there is a rug to lay on and roll around on. It looks wonderful on the floor in the parlor.
We are staying in a lovely house and our hosts were so gracious and tasted so divine. I think I'll dance under the moon tonight which is full. I so love a full moon in all its round glory smiling down at me. The moon is whispering about some party tonight where a bunch of people are going to be dancing and drinking the night away. We'll feast and dance leaving behind a trail of bodies and when we're through I'll dance on the bodies. I do so love dancing and now I have my very own partner to dance with.
Entry Fourteen
Dear Diary
It was magical with all those beautiful gowns and sparkling jewels. I was able to choose what I wished. I do so love shopping and the price was right and I got my fill of blood. It sends tingles through me and my skin is humming. I just love the feeling I get when I drink and the smell is delicious. I wonder if I could sleep in the ground and make a little burrow like a bunny.
I want to be among the animals so I can play and be like a bunny. We're going to be going on a ship in boxes and the people will be there for the taking. Maybe we could eat all the people so we can have our very own ship to go wherever we want. Pretty baubles await me for a girl can never have too many pretties. I'm ready to hit new places with warm fresh blood ready for my tummy.
Entry Fifteen
Dear Diary
It's so much fun to make mortals beg for their lives and make them think I'll let them go only to drain them dry. A dry husk that will just wither away and decompose. A family perhaps for Angelus to do like he did to me which was so horribly and fiendishly wonderful. Sometimes I still hear their screams filling my head and sending an echo through my skull.
Oh the sway of the ship makes me feel like we're dancing together with the waves lapping beneath and pounding like a heartbeat. Set sail for where I do not know for I follow daddy where he goes along with grandmum and of course my dear boy Spike. I shall never tire of blood or the smell which I inhale since it is so intoxicating. Daddy says I mustn't play but I'm tempted with all these mortals just begging to be eaten.
He doesn't want to draw unwanted attention to us. So in the light of day when the dreadful sun is up and glaring down I stay in my crate. I wanted a coffin but daddy wouldn't let me. He can be mean at times but I know he loves me for he brings me dolls special just for me. Miss Edith has plenty of company but I'm cross with her for she wouldn't eat when I went to feed her so she's being punished.
Entry Sixteen
Dear Diary
We are still at sea and I do so enjoy watching the moon dancing over the water. I can hear the fish talking and the dolphins are singing. I want to search for mermaids and capture a seahorse. I could ride it across the ocean and play all night long but I don't know if the nasty sun would come through the water and hurt me in the day. I can't remember why I would ever like that round ball of fire that stops me from having fun while it blazes in the sky. It would be so nice to have the moon beaming down all the time with its soothing white light.
Entry Seventeen
Dear Diary
I want to have a tea party with cakes and a surprise at the end. Daddy said it was all right to eat a few people on this big boat. One can't always dine on rats and eventually they run out leaving behind all these goodies to eat. A little nip wouldn't hurt but daddy wants me to be careful. My dear Willie is joining me for the party and I hope he will wear a hat for I so enjoy having hats on during parties.
I want a pet but I have to wait to go wherever we're going. I don't know where we'll go but I want a pet maybe a pony if I really beg. I must have a pretty dress to wear so I'll ask grandmum. She does have good fashion sense though so we'll dress up. Soon we'll be back on land so the mayhem will begin again. I can just picture the corpses piling up. We'll dance under the moon and laugh at the screams of the dying. It echoes in my head and rings like a bell.
Entry Eighteen
Dear Diary
Back on land oh how I've missed it. No more restrictions placed on my feeding. I can drink all I crave for there will always be more. I think I will ask grandmum to go shopping for our boys are off to get us presents. I do so love getting presents and it isn't even my birthday at least I don't think it is. It doesn't matter for I was born anew among the blood and carnage. I look back at those days of yesterday and laugh at all the blood that was shed.
I was a little lamb running away and the big bad wolf come hunting for its prey and chomped me away. The flowers are pretty in the ground but they won't grow for me. Sometimes I think my head will fall and roll across the floor and I shall look upon my headless body and laugh. The birds are singing and I asked for a bird. I'll get a cage and he'll sing to me in this twittering way. His little heart thump thumping in his chest. I can almost hear it.
Entry Nineteen
Dear Diary
I have my very own bird. It is singing for me but I haven't come up with a name yet. Tweet tweet my sweet keep up your merry song. Soon I'll go out to feed and I know exactly where to go. There is an orphanage nearby. I so enjoy innocent blood because it takes sweeter and they are so delicate much like birds. Just one squeeze and they no longer breathe. I am providing a service since most of those orphans will never have homes.
Snap the neck and drink the sweet nectar inside that goes flowing. Miss Edith has been good today so I'll take her with me. She likes small children too. That is another no no among vampires. It is a bad idea too. I lost my thought in the air like petals blowing away in the wind. I want some pretty flowers to wear in my hair some daisies perhaps since they are my favorite flower. Alas they crave the sunlight and I blossom under the moon like jasmine. I must change Miss Edith before we go out.
Entry Twenty
Dear Diary
Music in my head the sounds of the children crying and begging for mercy. The woman was mean and old so I snapped her neck and since I was curious I ripped her head from her body so I could look at her brain. It was all gray and slimy and wrinkly. I played a game of catch with it for it had some bounce to it.
I tore out her heart and have to say that it was so very red and I drained the blood that still clung to it. One second it was beating in her chest and the next she was bits and pieces that once were a person. It is funny how mortals are so fragile and break so easily. I don't hear my bird singing so I'll check on him and give him some seed or crackers or whatever you feed a bird.
Entry Twenty-one
Dear Diary
My bird died but I was promised a new one by the nights end. I do want a pony so I can ride through the night and have the wind blow through my hair under the moonlight. A black pony of my very own since it's faster than walking. I think they see the wisdom in what I say. I think my dear boy is becoming a true artist guided by daddy. I'm a proud mummy of my darling.
The poor bird died because I forgot to fee him but he didn't say anything to me about it. When ones tummy gets growlie you should speak up. I asked Darla about other vampires since I was wondering if they were out there. She told me the most disturbing thing about this man who hunts vampires but it was funny how she and daddy killed his family and sired his daughter. It seems they led a merry chase through the land.
Entry Twenty-two
Dear Diary
I got a kitten to play with. I asked Spike to get me some rats to play with. He can eat my dead bird that is dead in its cage. It just dropped dead and refused to sing to me. I found that very rude. Run and catch the lamb is stuck in the mulberry patch.
He wants a party with cake and tea. Have a picnic and wear hats and run around the trees. Lay down and count the stars as they bleed in the night sky. I want to throw a ball and dance the night through and feed. Dancing in the moonlight while the stars sing and the moon glows. A little torture would be fun. I want to destroy a family like grandmum and daddy did to me.
Entry Twenty-three
Dear Diary
I have picked the family I want to eat. I have decided to name my kitten Mayhem. Oh how he loves it when I dangle the rat and make him jump. A tiny ball of fluff that loves to play. I so love it when he pounces on his prey. I wonder if animals can become vampires. He could be an eternal companion that never dies. He is so soft to the touch. I guess I could ask daddy about that. Soon the party will begin and the fun will start. I can almost taste the sweet blood flowing in my mouth.
Entry Twenty-four
Dear Diary
I just love the color of blood it is so pretty. The color of garnets and little Mayhem laps the blood and enjoys it so. Oh the sweet blood all over the room and splattering on the walls. It isn't so pretty when it dries. It turns into a brownish color and comes off in flakes. I wanted to turn my kitty into an eternal companion but Spike stepped in and spoiled the fun when I had my fangs in it. I just wanted an eternal pet. I saw no harm in it and would no longer have pets die on me but instead he took my kitty and twisted the head off and threw it across the floor. It was funny reall now that I think about it.
Entry Twenty-five
Dear Diary
One final party before we move on to new places and new blood to shed. I so love a good blood bath. I want to fill a tub with blood so I can play and blood is supposed to be good for the skin. I don't really have to worry about that but I just love the smell of blood and me and Spike can play. We could lick each other clean. I so love to play with my dear Spike. The Queen of Swords is coming for a party with the King of Cups. The Queen is bringing a cake with a dead mouse inside.
Entry Twenty-six
Dear Diary
My dear Spike has been a naughty boy so we're forced to live in dark and dank places hiding away. Daddy got into a fight with my dear boy. I just love it when he gets under daddy's skin and he told the tale of the Slayer. Such a dreadful little girl poking vampires with sharp sticks causing them to turn into a pile of dust that blows away on the wind. Such a bad story with an unhappy ending which isn't good at all. I like happy endings with plenty of warm blood in my tummy bubbling inside and flowing through me. The Queen of Cups wants to play in the rain with the Page of Cups as her guide. Singing in the dark and dreary of the searing beat of the heart thumping away.