The Diary of A Vampire

This is the Dairy of a 15-year-old vampire named Vladimira. She lives with her human family and she hates that she can't get the right food. She has never tasted human blood before and her mother and father are pushing her ever closer to trying some of them. But, of course, they don't know that she is a vampire.


56. Entry 56; Jan Sun 29th 2017

So if I haven't already said this then I am saying it now. If I have said it then I am saying it again. Everyone but Dragon Slayer and a few others in this whole universe are not against me. I am not liking my chances. I might be a vampire but true love is a fear of mine. As it should be with anyone. But image this. You hate love. You think that it is false and you were born in the one month known to all man freaking kind to be the month of love. That would be me. I was born in February, relatitionshipTHE MONTH OF LOVE, and even my mother and father are talking about it being time for a relationship' soon. I choked on freaking noodles! It was great. I had to finish eating that meal in my room. My mother and father have been avoiding as of that kind of talk, talk around me, not saying that they still talk about it. I mean thin walls here. I can hear everything they say and do like they whisper it in my ears. If only they would let it up. I am not ready for a person in my life to care about. I am not ready to be a LUCIAN yet! I am fine with being a Lucian just not a Lucian mother hen kind of person. Like, give up my time for them. Nope. Help them out when they need it. NOPE. Do what they asked me. Hell Nope. Fall head over heels for them. How many nopes can I give this one? I hate the idea of being in love. To those who are older than maybe I sound very childish. But to me, it sounds like it is not enough. I need something to do and I have been filling my time to the freaking max as it is. I have been writing and reading and doing things around the house just so I don't have to think about it.


I am want to see how this plays out but not to me. The idea of it makes vomit come into my mouth. I am about 15 now about to turn 16 in February and I have yet to have a boy be anything more than a friend person in my life. Or a girl for that matter. The only thing that is keeping me from jumping out of my seat from all of this freaking tension in my house is writing. It is my way to get rid of it. And guess what all of this tension is about? It is about someone grabbing my cold and stone heart and making it melt in their hands like it was warm and beating the whole time. I only say cold and stone because if I didn't cry it would be hard to think that I am alive. But I do cry or try to over things that make me sad. nd that isn't much. I mean what scares me more than love itself would be girly things. Makeup, dresses, going to dances for fun, rainbows, all this girly stuff that I am pretty sure I never like in the first place. 


But I can tell you this one without vomit coming up. My eyes have started to fancy one thing. One thing only. I am going to think that your answers would be some guy or something like that. But if you though that it is wrong. People's necks. My eyes have been caught by people's necks. And I can not stop picturing blood running down their neck and jumping up and licking it off to just have a taste. Oh, shot my fangs just made my tongue bled. Well, I should go now. 

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