Post by BLAIR FELICITY STEWART. on Jun 1, 2010 22:19:34 GMT
blair felicity stewart , -----------------
-- ONE HUNDRED & ELEVEN / NINETEEN , VAMPIRE , MAFIA , LIE DETECTION.
“SHE’S GOT A TARGET PAINTED ON HER BACK, THAT KEEPS A LIST OF THE QUA
LITIES A GOOD GIRL LACKS. WE TAKE A DRINK TO THE GUILTY & THE HOLLOW.”
[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]from the journal of blair felicity stewart.
JUNE FIFTH, EIGHTEEN NINETY-NINE.
mother and father are being absolutely horrid to me and i’m not going to take it any longer. i don’t care if i’m forced to live by myself on the streets as a peasant, their wealth means nothing to me anymore. i don’t need fancy dresses and balls to make me happy. i’ll find somewhere to go, something to do, somebody to be with. i’ll be perfectly alright, just watch.
JUNE TWENTIETH, EIGHTEEN NINETY-NINE.
i don’t know what’s happening to me. i was fine for a whole fortnight, i almost had a little maid job lined up, and i was out a bit too late at night. somebody – something, perhaps, i don’t actually know. it was too dark to make anything out – attacked me. all i know is that whatever they did to me, well, that hurt a lot. i woke up in the woods, completely and utterly by myself, my head pounding and my throat feeling as if it had been rubbed raw. i’m so hungry as well, but nothing makes me feel any better. what’s going on?
JULY THIRD, EIGHTEEN NINETY-NINE.
i won’t admit it. i won’t. there’s no such thing as vampires, it just doesn’t make any sense. vampires are creatures of fiction, like mermaids and fairies and elves. they don’t exist. this is all in my mind. it has to be. but there’s no other explanation for how i feel … i was a horrible mess when i emerged from the forest. i cleaned up a bit to find my way back home, but instead i got distracted by something … a boy … and his scent. i spoke to him. i could practically hear the blood pulsing through his veins. surely it was a figment of my imagination? but no. i killed him. i brought him to the very same forest that i myself was attacked in. i drank his blood. i drank until there was nothing left and he was dead. that was when the aching hunger in the back of my throat suddenly stopped and i understood. but how is this possible?
SEPTEMBER EIGHTEENTH, EIGHTEEN NINETY-NINE.
i’ve become my very worst nightmare. i’ve finally accepted what i am now. i am a vampire.
JANUARY THIRTIETH, NINETEEN HUNDRED.
i can’t seem to stop. there’s something wrong with me. i used to think i could fight this, be good. stop myself from needlessly killing people, but once i start drinking i need to have it all, not just a small taste. more than anything, i wish my attacker had killed me like i kill my victims, as opposed to allowing me to change. i wouldn’t wish this life upon my worst enemy.
APRIL ELEVENTH, NINETEEN FORTY-THREE.
finally, thankfully, i’ve learned to control myself. i move around frequently once it becomes obvious that i’m not getting any older. i’ve been frozen in time at nineteen years old, which does have its advantages. i’m able to use my apparent youth to gain sympathy from others, to make friends, to keep up with current events, to trick people into trusting me, boys especially. they’re such suckers for a pretty face and a few well-arranged compliments. this life is starting to get more interesting.
MARCH EIGHTH, NINETEEN SEVENTY-EIGHT.
the world is finally becoming more interesting. royalty has been left behind for worldly wealth and gain, and technology past my wildest imagination is beginning to emerge. the world is slowly becoming more fast-paced and i’m quickly adapting. this is much more my style.
NOVEMBER FIFTEENTH, NINETEEN NINETY-FOUR.
i killed him, too … he’s the first i’ve killed in nearly a hundred years. and the thing is, i cared about this one. he was my friend. i liked being in his presence. he was important to me and i just lost control. now he’s gone. i don’t know what to do. this is possibly the first time since my rebirth that i’ve regretted the road i was steered down. i don’t want this for myself anymore, i simply don’t see the point in living forever when you have nothing to live for. i need a purpose, otherwise i’ll be going nowhere fast.
MAY TWENTY-NINTH, TWO THOUSAND AND SIX.
it is becoming more and more difficult to hide from the world who we are. i’ve met plenty as of late and they all feel the same way, that it’s more of a hastle than ever to continue putting on a façade for the world. of course, we can easily blend into the human world, as long as we have our thirst under control. some vampires like myself are very in control and are permitted to secure jobs, make friends, go to school if we want to. others, however, aren’t so eloquent with blending in. “mysterious” killings are cropping up everywhere in the newspapers, and though the humans are groping for an answer in the dark, we know. it’s the vampires. trouble is brewing, i can taste it.
DECEMBER FIRST, TWO THOUSAND AND NINE.
well, we did it. we’ve revealed ourselves. some humans are terrified, others not so much, it’s really just a personal preference. i don’t know what’s going to come of this, but i doubt it will be good.
AUGUST THIRD, TWO THOUSAND AND TEN.
victimized. hunted. hated. that’s what we’ve become. a better, stronger human race, turned into targets. the government fears us, the world hates us, we’re being tracked and killed and experimented on. they want our blood and they want us dead shortly afterward, nothing less and nothing more. if this is how the humans want to play it, i can fight dirty. the mafia has risen up and i have every intention of meeting up with them soon. i may seem sweet, i may look like a pretty face, but i’m so much more. i’ll defend myself and who i am, those who are like me, those who will become one of us in the future. i am stronger than any human, faster and more intelligent and more powerful than they can begin to imagine. most of us are. we’re not going down without a fight. at least, i’m not.
HI, MY NAME IS MONICA. I’M FIFTEEN YEARS OLD AND I’VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR FOUR YEARS. YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM, AIM, MSN, ETC. AND I ALSO PLAY DAMON EARNSHAW. I’D JUST LIKE TO SAY I WON’T MAKE ANOTHER CHARACTER FOR A WHILE/EVER, PROMISE. SHE WAS JUST BECKONING ME TO MAKE HER D<
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