My eyes fell on the beautiful girl fast asleep in her bedroom.
Her ebony black hair fell over her shoulders and her porcelain
like skin glowed in the darkness. She was irresistibly gorgeous.
I had been watching her for the past two days and
nights, but I hadn't even dared to do what I was about to do just
I climbed up the oak tree that was just outside her
window and crawled to the end of the closest branch to her window
before silently jumping to her window seal, which surprisingly,
had enough room for me to crouch on.
Careful not to make a sound, I grabbed the thin, but
long piece of metal that I had found at the junk yard out of my
black leather jacket. I slipped it between the two white windows
and pushed gently until it was sticking out the other end before
flicking my wrist and unlocking the lock on her window.
I took a deep breath and gently, but firmly, pushed
the windows until they swung open and quietly hopped inside
before turning towards the beautiful figure that peacefully
slept, unaware that someone was in her room.
I thought about touching her, like I had in my
dreams. To hold her beautiful, slim figure in my arms. To put my
stone cold lips to her soft and beautifully shaped ones and kiss
her until she fainted and then put my lips to her throat and
quench my thirst for her blood.
I don't know why I did. I had done things like that
many times before without a thought or a regretful reflection.
But something inside told me to wait, that this lovely girl meant
more than all those others who I had drank from.
I turned away from her, just to make sure I wouldn't
be tempted to do what I had first come here to do, and instead,
grabbed a heavy book on the bedside table with a hard white cover
with no writing on the front.
I knew that this was her diary. I had seen her write
in it yesterday, and to tell the truth, I was curious to see what
she had written. Though I knew that some considered it rude to go
through another person's belonging, especially when that person
was a beautiful young girl, I truly didn't give a damn. Why
should I now start caring what others thought after not caring
about it for the past two hundred years?
I opened the book to the last entry, and began to
Saturday, November 1st, 2010,
The most amazing thing happened last night! David and I were at
the park, our usual place when we just want to hang out and get
away from everything, just laying down on the grass and talking.
Then, we both sat up to leave when he gently took my face in his
hands, and kissed me! It was the most wonderful-
I gave a small snarl of fury at the words. If only she knew that
this 'David' really was, she wouldn't think that he was so
'wonderful' and 'gentle' anymore. In fact she'd probably be
Just like she'd be disgusted if she knew what I
Still furious beyond words, I threw her diary against
the wall in rage where it bounced of it with a loud thud. I
instantly regretted it.
The girl stirred from her sleep and I froze. I saw
her frown slightly and start to blink her eyes, her long black
eyelashes fluttering open.
Desperate to leave myself unknown to her, I jumped
out of the window and landed softly on the grassy ground outside
before running into the dark shadows of the night, where I