Friday, June 25, 2010

The Vampire Characteristics

24 December 1663

Today is Christmas Eve and I am all alone in the dark, empty streets of Southampton. I have been quite far from home, if I still be considered as one of the citizens now. I wonder how is my father now, what is he doing at this very moment, has he set up the Christmas Tree yet? He, my father, may never accept me back as his son again, because of his despise towards the creatures of evil, he will never take me back as his son.

I just hunted a mountain lion -they taste the best of all animals I had hunted before-, so I have my energy back, and since it seems that I do not need any sleep -at all- I had spent my time in the past few months picking up on my memories, but I cannot really remember anything about my human life except to read from the entries in this journal, the other journals -if I had written more- I had left them back home and I have not return yet. In my conditions, I do not know if I can ever go home, and my father is there. Ah, home, the sound of it makes me want to run back there this very instant.

Instead of filling my mind with sad thoughts of unable to go home, I researched more of my kind. There has nothing too much to find out except for the obvious changes that I had experienced, which I was oblivious to during my failed attempts of suicide, but they did gave me a more understanding of myself.

It seems that the most obvious change will be my appearance, my voice, probably even my smell -they smelled sweet now-. It also occurred to me that the painful days in June were probably caused by the physical changes.

My blond hair look somewhat the same -I think-, my skin -I do faintly remembered that they were pale- but this, this is very very pale, as pale as a ghost if I am right, they felt warm but I realize that when I touch my prey, they shuddered like they had touched something cold, so I am assuming that my skin are cold too. My reflection in the mirror shows that my bloody red eyes are changing day by day, every time I feed is more accurate though. My eyes are still red but currently, they have this little tinge of gold in them. As I had written above, my appearance had completely change into more beautiful, godlike creature.

When I was all alone in the woods of North Yorkshire, I made a discovery as I tried to expose myself under the sun and to my un-expectations, instead of being turned into ashes and disappear away like in the myths, my skin reacted as if millions of diamonds were embedded in them.

Other changes includes the incredible speed as I run, the strength I possessed -I knew about that when I accidentally crushed a boulder when I had jumped down the cliff in one of my suicidal attempts-, my sense of smell, sight, touch and so on, are also sharper than a human being's. I think that the senses too have been altered during the painful three days.

Then I realize this sickening fact, the changes of my appearances, my altered senses, they are changed for me to lure human, to feed on them easily, the strength-to crush their bones, not letting them escape; the speed-to catch up with them in case they try to run away; the intense sight-so I can see them clearly; the inhuman beauty-to lure them, to let them want to be near me, to be unable to resist me.

The temptation of human blood, yes, the temptation that smelled so strongly, so sweet that I WANT to lounge on their throat, but I cannot!! I MUST NOT DO SO!!!


It is snowing, such a beautiful sight. I can see clearly the shape of the flakes that are falling down. Their shapes are the amazing gifts from heaven to the earth.

I will write soon, I want to enjoy the snow even though they does no longer melt on my skin. I will miss that, the feeling of being human.


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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Vegetarian Lifestyle

16 September 1663

I am quite certain for now that I am currently not by any means near to human population, so I was thinking of writing another entry.

I HAD DRANK BLOOD, a deer's blood to be exact, last night. I can see now that it is possible for me to exist without destroying any families or had to take away a human's life to satisfy my thirst, to make the pain that felt as if someone had put down a burning hot iron into my throat to go away.

Last night, I was trying to flee away from the approaching humans, I found a good place to hide myself. Though, I can feel my will failing me as I hide, but my senses on the other hand were getting stronger. Somewhere east of my hiding place, I can hear a herd of deer ran by. Instinctively, I got out of my hiding place and lounged for the largest in the herd and drained its blood.

The beating heart of the deer, was beating furiously and stopped suddenly when I was finished with it.

My energy came back to me, I can feel the control of my own will now. I have decided to research more about my kind-vampires.

I will write soon for I have found out some interesting things.


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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Failed Again

9 August 1663

I have failed yet again. I have not eaten or drank anything for two months now. It seems that starvation does not destroy creatures like me.

I need to go now. I need to stay as far away as I can from human population. I can hear some drunkards are walking down the alley now. I do not know why but I can hear every single heartbeat of theirs as if I had put my ears on theirs chest and listen to them beat.

I will write again when I am far from them.


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Failed Trials

6 July 1663

I have tried many ways again and again. I jumped off a cliff so high that it could have shatter a human's bone millions pieces. I have tried drowning myself in the ocean for a few days probably. And yet here I am, who failed my mission in destroying myself, writing in my journal.

I have not eaten or drank anything since that night I was changed. Perhaps I can starve myself to death. I will try and do my best to stay as far away as I can from human population.

I will write soon if I failed again.


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Monday, June 21, 2010

Venom, Pain, Change

30 June 1663
It had been three excruciating days. I do not know how I managed it but I did. I do not remember anything clearly but I know that I am different from who I am before, the scorching pain in my throat confirms it.

From what memory I have left from that night, a male went out of the sewers when he heard us approaching. I was sure he shouted something in Latin to his friends. He must have been very thirsty - like I am now - I can faintly remember his twisted face fill with agony. He managed to injured me, Peter , Arthur and some of the men with us. Knowing my father's attitude of burning anything or anyone that is contaminated by evil or such, instinctively, I crawled away from the alley when the other men arrived and burn Peter , Arthur and the other men to ashes.

I had hid myself well in a cellar, and had buried myself with rotting potatoes. It was a miracle that I was able to keep silent and stayed undiscovered.

Still I am one of the evil creatures that my men and I had fought with our lives. I do not want myself to destroy families, people, even to take away a human life just to quench my own thirst.

I must find a way to destroy myself, I will not let myself to turn into the evil creature that I had fought against.

I will write again soon if I had failed my mission to destroy myself.

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Pitchforks and Torches

26 June 1663

I have reported my discovery to the people of the city. The men had all gathered together to destroy what I think to be Vampires in the sewers. I need to hurry. I will be leading this 'raid' myself. A few friends of mine are waiting outside my house now. Peter and Arthur will help me in leading the 'raid'. The other men brought pitchfork and torches with them. We will head to the sewers where I had discovered them a few days ago.

I need to go now. Will write again soon, if I survive...


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First Entry

21 June 1663

I am Carlisle Cullen, born in somewhere in the 1640's. I am the only son of an Anglican pastor. My father was an intolerant man, while my mother died giving birth to me..

As the Protestants came into power, my father was enthusiastic in his perecution of Roman Catholics and other religions. He also believed very strongly in the reality of evil. He had led hunts for witches, werewolves and vampires. They've burned a lot of people each week.

Now my father is retiring and he had handed me his position in order to continue his hunt for evil.

I need to go now, will write again later, I am suspecting some vampires are living in the very sewers of the city.


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