• Dear Diary,

    Oh-hohohoh… That just sounds so formal, doesn’t it? I think I like that though. I ran through so many other things in my mind before finally deciding on that. But, yes… At one time I had planned to start them out “Hello Piece of Paper” and another time I had pondered using “My Secret Holder”. Though I think that what I finally decided on is best. So yes, anyway…


    Dear Diary,

    My decision to start writing this is actually a recent development, wanting to finally get things off my chest and out of my mind. As well, I want my life to be remembered, should I ever die. I suppose that’s what this really is, a documentary about me by me of sorts. My dearest Kael, my lord, this is being left to you in my will, as I’m sure you heard at the reading and figured when it was handed to you. You don’t have to read this whole diary, however as part of my final commands, you must at least read this first entry and remember it well. This I am sure you have already heard as well in the reading of my will. Now I suppose there is the off chance that I haven’t died yet and just decided to give this book to you early, which should that be the case, I’m sure I will have many other commands for you, and I will probably want you to read the whole thing. Though if I’m already dead by time you are reading this, then feel free to stop reading after this first entry.

    Ah, yes… A paragraph change. It’s so odd trying to decide when to switch to a new paragraph in a case like this, unsure as to if you want to just continue going forward in one paragraph or if you are really fully ready to move on to a new topic. This is why I never was a big fan of writing letters, even when it was the only form of communication over long distances. Trying to catch all my thoughts and pin them down into a single and important point all in one small section of a bigger picture. Oh, there goes my habit again of losing myself in my own thoughts and my original reason for ending one thought and going on to the next has been lost at this point. I must start a new paragraph now.

    This I am certain I have never told you, something I’m sure you never knew until now. However, before I had been turned into a vampire, I had been a prince in a land now forgotten and only known about by historians. Mind you I had been married, so I was technically a king in the history books, but I never considered myself to be one. I was still so young then, had so much to do. My father was still alive as well and I did not believe I would ever be fully King until he had passed on. That and I had only been married for around two or three years before my mortal life had been taken from me. At the time, I had hated it. After all, back then being turned into a vampire was the worst thing that could ever happen, or so it felt like and was considered to be in my country. How the times have changed. My creator, her name was Delia Hecate, she had been planning on turning me for several years but had to form an elaborate plan to get me in a position where she could do her work. Oddly enough, she had started this plan before I had even been born, much like a Rapunzel story (obviously before her time though since I was around before her). She was the one who had found the woman I would marry, she pretended to be the mother of that woman when I was a mere child and first introduced the woman to my parents. It was then that they made the arrangements for my marriage. Many years passed before the wedding actually happened. Even though it had been arranged from the start, I still had to go through the process of meeting other women, my parents never wanting to tell me that I really never had a choice like I thought I had for so long. During all those years, Delia had raised that woman and influenced her so, making her into a puppet. Finally, we were indeed wed and as tradition had it then, on the night of our wedding, we loved each other. (Thinking back to that night, it was quite amusing for it was never what I wanted, so she had to do all the work after pinning me down and tying me up. That woman had to have been one of the most dominant ones I had ever met.) Nine months later, we had been blessed with a child, that we had named Julian. Now I had always had a female chamber maid who helped me with everything from getting dressed and bathing to brushing my teeth and hair. However, about a year after Julian was born, she had decided that it was time that I start using a male chamber maid. She said it was out of fear that I now found her repulsive and ugly now that she was a mother and had been having relationships with my chamber maid behind her back. Mind you, all of this had been planned by my lovely Delia, including the particular chamber maid that I gained to replace my female one. This new chamber maid was part of Delia’s collection and he had been promised freedom if he did this last thing for her. Life continued on as normal for a few years, my son and me growing quite an attachment to each other (despite my never wanting him originally and him being forced from me). Though at the time it seemed all good things came to an end for one night without warning there had been a vampire attack on the castle (which, truth be told was only about two vampires and several mortals that were helping the vampires), it ending with no injuries and only me being swept away by Delia herself. Not wanting to hurt me at all, Delia spent a good portion of the night getting me to stay still at her castle, though I do believe she finally gave up and just over powered me. It wasn’t in my intention to drink from her, after all becoming a vampire was the worst thing that could happen to a human at the time. I wasn’t ready to leave the world though, particularly Julian, so of course I took my only choice and drank. The next night I returned to my castle with Delia only briefly to tell my son farewell as well as my wife.

    I was a terrible vampire at first. For several months I attempted to kill myself. Obviously back then my choices of suicide were less than they are now, so that habit grew old quite quickly. Though something I continued to be terrible about for a little over a hundred years was feeding for I refused to drink from a human unless forced or tricked into doing it. For those several hundreds of years I was Delia’s little pet, her baby. Over time I did grow to look to her as my mother though, my protector, the person I could always talk to and trust everything to. She did have an odd collection though, one of men. Most of them were all mortals that she kept around the castle to please her sexually, only her most favored of men did she bother to turn into vampires, and those were her children and were never made to please her in such a way. Most though did fall to that spell and pleased her as such, however I can only remember two of us that never fell to her like that. I do believe that is enough about that for this diary entry though.

    My son, Julian Vasser… He was in the history books a lot more than I ever was. The boy was indeed a magnificent king once his time came. This is where I originally became a stalker though, and this is where I will give you one of my final commands. Even as a vampire, whenever I had the chance and was allowed to by Delia, I spent my nights with my son, playing with him, teaching him. He grew up unafraid of vampires because of this of course. Once he was a man of twenty, my wife was suddenly furious with how I still loved and cared about him, but not her, as well that I had been blessed with the ability to retain my beauty but she not hers. (She was quite the jealous one, not that I ever truly cared about her.) She banished me from the castle and made it a royal order that from that point on, should I be spotted within her kingdom, I was to be murdered. Obviously this made things quite difficult for me to see him, so we gave our final goodbyes and he never saw me again. Julian feared his mother and feared that if he himself was caught with me, he too would lose his life. Of course, as I stated at first, this is where my stalker life began. I continued to follow him and watch him from the shadows. Ah my son lived a long and good life, having birth to only one child which happened to be a female that he named Rainie (pronounced more like Rainy I do believe) after his father. Once he finally passed on, I felt like part of me had been ripped away and I had an empty feeling left inside of me. After a couple of years of sulking, I finally figured out what it was and decided to start following Rainie. While following her life from the shadows, I decided that I would forever watch my bloodline just to see where it ended up. I never wanted to watch my wife’s blood travel around and along, but mine I followed closely. For some reason that I still cannot figure out, I wanted to make sure that it stayed straight and true. Meaning that I always made sure there was only one child born. Should there be twins, whichever one I didn’t like after a few months, I would find a way to kill off. Once the first child was born, I would make sure another could not be born. This is why I have traveled so much (which you have been dragged on by now I’m sure), to follow my blood around and to forever watch over and protect it. This is where my command comes in finally. You are to continue my quest, making sure that there is always only one. You can follow the tree towards the end of the diary, all the way up to the current person with my blood. There is plenty of room for you to continue to write out my bloodline. As well, this is not something you must do, but is highly recommended; try to find someone you can come to trust as much as I have come to trust you. Turn them, take them as your child, lover, whatever. Pass this task on to them.

    Now we have finally come to the end of this first entry, a few more closing thoughts. None of my other entries do I plan to be this long for they won’t be so all over the place and will be more focused. Jake has been given my full permission to read this diary if he so chooses to do so. Of course he already knows a small portion of what is in these pages, or at least a general idea. That first night he possessed me he had managed to go through some of my mind’s books before I had a chance to lock them away from him. At the time, he had been sworn to secrecy about the things I saw and read, though over time I did give him a bit more insight to certain things. I only did this though as a fall back in case I did not make it to even starting this diary so that he would be able to pass on certain things to you. This is one of the reasons as to why I never gave you permission to fully kill him, though this he never knew of for if he did, he would not still have the fear of you that he holds. Of course, now that I’m sure he has managed to view at least this little bit, and now that I am officially dead (or at least I would assume at the time of writing this that I am dead when I gave this to you), I now give you permission to kill him if the need ever arises. He must still have that fear of you after all. Of course if I’m not dead yet, you still can’t kill him.

    Ah, yes. And one final thing for this entry… I have changed my mind while writing actually. You must continue to read on. As of this entry, I’ve decided you must read the whole thing. Though after a certain point, that may change and I will say otherwise. Until then though, enjoy your read. Who knows, you may find it quite useful after a while.

    Sincerely,
    No…. scratch that… Forever Yours,
    …. No, not that either… Deeply Missing,
    No, that will never fit in a diary. Love? Yes, I think that will work quite nicely.
    Love for now and Forever,
    Raine Vasser