Hi, my name is Vincent, and last night I died. I have never kept a Diary, seemed like a pointless thing no one cares about what I am doing, so why would anyone care what I've done? the reason I am writing this is because I feel like I would go insane if I held it all in. so even if no one but me ever sees these pages, I will be able to rest easy knowing that there is a possibility that I am not alone. I guess you are wondering what I am talking about, why I said I was dead. well yesterday I was a normal human. I had a family, a little sister, a mother, an abusive father. you know the usual family. well I was always told not to walk the streets at night, I guess I should have listened, because that night I was
sorry, I had to stop earlier because my "Master" had burst in on me. anyway ummm I was walking down the street late that night, when I was stopped by a group of bullies, I would usually back down from a fight, but that night I felt ready, I was good, really good. I beat them up like a pro. atleast that is how I felt, the truth is I was pumbled, almost to death, but then a mysterious figure saved me. he said "You fought valiently, like you are already one of my family. but you are weak with your human form. it has been malinia since I had a student." I felt something at my neck, then I blacked out. when i awoke I was...well, a vampire.