• Journal Entry 23-A
    Jan. 7th, 2009 3:56am EST

    I have watched my love change. His heart mind and soul has turned black. He seemed to have strange tastes. Tastes that only I could have provided. But the good doctor created a substitute. Something with a mix of holy water and tomatoes. Plus many other ingredients I have not known.
    Everyday it hurts to pull him from his daylight sleep. His coffin doors seem heavier everyday. The pain of watching him needing to sleep like this, to live like this , and die like this. Every wakeing, only one thing sets through his mind. To kill the one who changed him to what he is.
    The hurt he endures is greator than anything I have seen. Today something came over his usual "normal" mood. He had been drinking the substitute more, sleeping less, and eyeing me, giving me more attention.
    I know what must be done, but the thirst he has may be so great not just me can satisfy him. At least the good doctor says so. I don't believe him. I give my life as I give my life. His pierceing kiss is better than much of anything. I love him...

    Does he love me?...