I had a Half Day today, so I had a head start on my homework.
This new school is great, although because I fear Julian might be looking for me, I will not say where. I must sound all stupid, thinking that a vampire like him might be looking for me when there's nothing really interesting about me.
He could be looking for me because A) I'm not dead and, as far as I know, all of his past 'wives' have died 'mysteriously'. B) I'm also kinda looking for him; it's his fault I'm living in a time of horrible manners (no offence).
Anyway, back to school...
During the first three days, I have come to become friendly with this girl. Her name is Emily. She is really quiet but, honestly, her mind is like a twisted little trap. She has that sort of evil attitude that no one knows about. But I'm friends with her, so I think I'm okay.
I also met her group. There's Kristy, Meg, Kylie, and Andie. They are all really nice. I haven't really got to know them too well yet, but, frankly, they are nuts. They are so open-minded about everything. In lunch they make jokes and laugh. Everyone is involved. I have never met such an ecstatic bunch of girls.
Oh, and they do enjoy reading vampire books. How ironic :)
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sorry
I have not posted in a while and the reason is simple; I had to find a new foster family.
The old one was mean and never actually took me seriously. I felt a bit neglected, so I left.
My new family is in Falls Church, Virginia. My mother and father are an old, kind couple. Their son has his own family and is living in Massachusettes. I have not yet met him, but I hope to soon.
My mother's name is Margret and my father's name is George. They are really sweet. They said that they've never had a girl and they are thrilled to have me. The computer is a little older, but it works fine.
I like this family. I start school tomorrow.
The old one was mean and never actually took me seriously. I felt a bit neglected, so I left.
My new family is in Falls Church, Virginia. My mother and father are an old, kind couple. Their son has his own family and is living in Massachusettes. I have not yet met him, but I hope to soon.
My mother's name is Margret and my father's name is George. They are really sweet. They said that they've never had a girl and they are thrilled to have me. The computer is a little older, but it works fine.
I like this family. I start school tomorrow.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
My Past (cont.)
First of all, my last post was barely a fraction of what really happened. My foster family is just really strict on privileges, so I had to shorten it.
Anyway, after he dumped me outside--in a dark alley, actually--I stayed there and bled. I thought I was going to die; I knew I was supposed to die. I felt the life leaving me as minutes, hours, and days went by.
Weirdly enough, I didn't die. I remember getting up and walking around. I remember going to my fathers' house to tell him what Julian did to me. But when he saw me he immediately fetched his sword and waved it at me. Heart-broken and afraid, I quickly fled. I felt so betrayed at the time, that I cried for long hours.
I was thirsty, mostly. I didn't know what I was so I didn't know about my new diet. I begged for food night and day (by the way, sunlight doesn't bother us!) and got scraps on lucky days. Water was easy to get from the well, but it never satisfied. I was at a point where my throat was so dry that my normally liquid voice sounded like a jagged rock against pavement.
I went looking for Julian, but he was not at his home. Everyday, I knocked on his door and tried to break it down, but he was never inside.
I grew weary of begging and getting nothing. I was just so thirsty! Finally, at this one house, I asked an old man if I could have some left over scraps from dinner. He looked at my decrepit form, then invited me inside.
I was expecting him to give me perhaps a plate of food, but, instead he gave me a crystal goblet of red liquid. I sniffed it, out of habit; it was a little metallic, but, for some reason, smelt good. I downed the goblet and begged for more. I downed another and another. I went through over 10 goblets of the liquid, which I thought to be wine.
But it wasn't wine, the man told me, it was blood.
I choked and gagged, spitting repeatedly. I was angry at him for tricking me. I yelled at him and pounced, but without meaning to. He shoved me away and I hit the wall. He towered over me and, I remember his exact words, said, "You are not what you think you are; you're a vampire."
I remember yelling at him some more for saying such foolish things. He calmly let me yell and, when my voice was hoarse, he calmly told me that it was the truth.
"Did you enjoy the blood?" he had asked, "No normal human could drink that much blood and enjoy it. A normal human would identify it at once and throw it away. Blood is the finest, richest wine to a vampire."
I listened to what he had to say, but only because he offered me a night to sleep here. I listened with boredom at first, then I paid more attention.
"You crave blood and water and food do not satify you," he said, "You can go for long periods of time without sleeping. You have highened strength-" I remembered breaking down Julian's heavy doors, "and, with the right nutrition, you might also gain speed. A vampire will never age, ever."
My foster mom is telling me to get off. Maybe I'll leave her and go to some other country....no, I'll stay. It's fun to toy with her.
Anyway, after he dumped me outside--in a dark alley, actually--I stayed there and bled. I thought I was going to die; I knew I was supposed to die. I felt the life leaving me as minutes, hours, and days went by.
Weirdly enough, I didn't die. I remember getting up and walking around. I remember going to my fathers' house to tell him what Julian did to me. But when he saw me he immediately fetched his sword and waved it at me. Heart-broken and afraid, I quickly fled. I felt so betrayed at the time, that I cried for long hours.
I was thirsty, mostly. I didn't know what I was so I didn't know about my new diet. I begged for food night and day (by the way, sunlight doesn't bother us!) and got scraps on lucky days. Water was easy to get from the well, but it never satisfied. I was at a point where my throat was so dry that my normally liquid voice sounded like a jagged rock against pavement.
I went looking for Julian, but he was not at his home. Everyday, I knocked on his door and tried to break it down, but he was never inside.
I grew weary of begging and getting nothing. I was just so thirsty! Finally, at this one house, I asked an old man if I could have some left over scraps from dinner. He looked at my decrepit form, then invited me inside.
I was expecting him to give me perhaps a plate of food, but, instead he gave me a crystal goblet of red liquid. I sniffed it, out of habit; it was a little metallic, but, for some reason, smelt good. I downed the goblet and begged for more. I downed another and another. I went through over 10 goblets of the liquid, which I thought to be wine.
But it wasn't wine, the man told me, it was blood.
I choked and gagged, spitting repeatedly. I was angry at him for tricking me. I yelled at him and pounced, but without meaning to. He shoved me away and I hit the wall. He towered over me and, I remember his exact words, said, "You are not what you think you are; you're a vampire."
I remember yelling at him some more for saying such foolish things. He calmly let me yell and, when my voice was hoarse, he calmly told me that it was the truth.
"Did you enjoy the blood?" he had asked, "No normal human could drink that much blood and enjoy it. A normal human would identify it at once and throw it away. Blood is the finest, richest wine to a vampire."
I listened to what he had to say, but only because he offered me a night to sleep here. I listened with boredom at first, then I paid more attention.
"You crave blood and water and food do not satify you," he said, "You can go for long periods of time without sleeping. You have highened strength-" I remembered breaking down Julian's heavy doors, "and, with the right nutrition, you might also gain speed. A vampire will never age, ever."
My foster mom is telling me to get off. Maybe I'll leave her and go to some other country....no, I'll stay. It's fun to toy with her.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
My Past
Hello, my name is Serena and this is my story.
I was born in 1589 into a British Aristocrat family. We were very rich, one of the richest families in all of England. We were a good people, my family, until he came along.
His name was, and probably still is, Julian.
Back then, Julian was considered a very holy, very religious man. He prayed everyday and went to church and donated money, sometimes to some of the unfortunate lower class. And he was the most handsome man I have ever set my eyes on.
Julian was very friendly with my father and he attended a lot of our dinner parties. He seemed very fond of me. At all of the parties, I was the only one he asked to dance with. I was the envy of all the other women. He was an excellent dancer.
My father was ready to marry me off to him. I was 15. But even though I thought I loved him, there was something wrong. His face was too smug and he moved with too much confidence. As though he could get anyone he wanted with a snap of his elegant fingers. He was very rude sometimes and he drank a lot. But he never got drunk. I wondered about him, but the wedding was too important, for he was a wealthy man.
Afterour wedding, I was so happy, but uneasy. He took me away to his house. It was traditional back then. We spoke about each other; we didn't exacly know each other. Then we went off to bed.
That's where the nightmare started.
He wasn't at all a holy man. He was a demon. The devil's own spawn.
He was a vampire. A god-forsaken vampire. He bit me and forced me to drink his own blood. Then he carried me out of his house and dumped me on the street.
That is only a breakdown.
420 years later, I'm a vampiress in the modern world. Trying to fit in as much I can. I go to high school and it's not easy. It hard to fit in when you're from 16th century Britian.
I was born in 1589 into a British Aristocrat family. We were very rich, one of the richest families in all of England. We were a good people, my family, until he came along.
His name was, and probably still is, Julian.
Back then, Julian was considered a very holy, very religious man. He prayed everyday and went to church and donated money, sometimes to some of the unfortunate lower class. And he was the most handsome man I have ever set my eyes on.
Julian was very friendly with my father and he attended a lot of our dinner parties. He seemed very fond of me. At all of the parties, I was the only one he asked to dance with. I was the envy of all the other women. He was an excellent dancer.
My father was ready to marry me off to him. I was 15. But even though I thought I loved him, there was something wrong. His face was too smug and he moved with too much confidence. As though he could get anyone he wanted with a snap of his elegant fingers. He was very rude sometimes and he drank a lot. But he never got drunk. I wondered about him, but the wedding was too important, for he was a wealthy man.
Afterour wedding, I was so happy, but uneasy. He took me away to his house. It was traditional back then. We spoke about each other; we didn't exacly know each other. Then we went off to bed.
That's where the nightmare started.
He wasn't at all a holy man. He was a demon. The devil's own spawn.
He was a vampire. A god-forsaken vampire. He bit me and forced me to drink his own blood. Then he carried me out of his house and dumped me on the street.
That is only a breakdown.
420 years later, I'm a vampiress in the modern world. Trying to fit in as much I can. I go to high school and it's not easy. It hard to fit in when you're from 16th century Britian.
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