Post by Mara Parish on May 3, 2011 22:41:22 GMT -5
I don’t really understand why my mother wants us to write down any time we have signs of magic. If we feel it, sense it, use it, anything. I think it would be easier to just tell her but she said write everything down and she’s look at our books every so often. I decided to keep mine blank for a little while and just write everything in a secret book until I know why mom thinks it is so important…
Strange. It almost seems like mom doesn’t want us to have powers like she does, she especially doesn’t want me to have powers like my father does. Mira asked if she was going to teach us how to us any powers we have and mom said absolutely not. Maybe some time I’ll practice mine, I can feel the magic but I can never use if for anything.
What is he doing here? From what mom says my father wants nothing to do with me but here he is, and he came to the house. I don’t trust him, something was off about the way he was acting and the way he looked at me. I think I might stay with a friend or something until he leaves or maybe another relative. One of mom’s siblings has been after me to visit and they’re offering a shopping trip as well so I won’t have to pack a bunch of clothes to bring with me. I’ll have to ask mom but I’ve already got a small bag packed with some essentials and extra writing stuff, I’ll bring the books I’ve been writing in with me as well as one I found in the library that might be useful.
I wish I’d have made plans to leave sooner. Right now I’m hiding out in a hopefully empty building in who only knows what time period. I can’t go walking around in what I’m wearing and I don’t know what is going on. It usually takes a lot to freak me out but right now I’m terrified. What money I have with me I’m sure won’t be useful to me and I can’t go out in what I’m wearing anyway! I already said that…well wrote that. Maybe if I’d have ever tried to learn how to use magic I could get myself back home but I’m stuck hear listening and hoping that no one finds…I think I hear something.
Things might be looking up after all, if only by a little bit. I did hear something, that something was a younger man, probably not too much older than me. I’m not sure why but he’s been helping me so now I’m wearing something more era appropriate. By that I mean I now fit in with the rest of the 1880’s people. Normally I wouldn’t be so quick to rely on someone but I don’t really have a choice and I’d assume that people in this time aren’t as dangerous. There’s something different about him, like there’s a sixth sense trying to tell me something. I hope there is a way to get back home or that mom is trying to get me back but I have to be prepared to live in this time in case there isn’t another way. The first step with blending in has been taking care of, I’ll have to be sure to keep my bag and its contents hidden and if I’m to stay here I have to be careful about messing with anything in the past. Luckily when I picked out my writing books I picked out ones that looked more vintage looking ones so I’ll still be able to use them.
When I said that he (his name is Damon Salvatore for future reference) was different I didn’t realize exactly how different. What I’m about to write down makes it even more important for my notes to be secret because my care taker is a vampire. No joke, and I mean if people can use magic I suppose it would only make sense for a vampire to be able to exist as well. Surprisingly I wasn’t afraid of him and I didn’t think he was going to drink my blood. If he wanted to do that he’d probably have done it without helping me first. I can’t say that Damon seems like a great person but so far he’s been good to me and I need someone to help me figure things out without me making a giant fool of myself or looking insane. Damon actually kind of reminds me of myself if I were a little more off the wall and actually from this era. Perhaps this ‘adventure’ (as I’ve now taken to calling it) won’t be so bad after all.
I was fairly right (I also think that even if/when I have gotten the hang of the 1880’s I’ll still write like I’m back home) about this not being so bad. Damon shares information with me about the times we’re in and a little bit about being a vampire and I tell him about my time. It has been a few weeks now and I’ve come to the realization that my mother was going to try and get me back she’d have done it by now. Damon also helped me realize that I’ve got few options open to me. I could try and hone my powers and find my own way back home (really not going to happen, even if it did by the time I’d figure it out I’d be a lot older when I got back), I can live out the rest of my life in these times (maybe that wouldn’t be so bad?) or I could, after some point, become a vampire myself and experience eternity. While I’m not certain on whether this is what I’d want, it does have benefits. I’d be able to experience all the interesting things in history and then when my time period came back around I could easily track down those responsible for my current predicament and exact my revenge. All I’ve officially decided so far is that I’ll stick around Damon a while longer and make myself useful.
I like to think that Damon appreciates my ability to be so sneaky and my usefulness in certain situations. I don’t think though that most people would be so willing and unbothered by luring unsuspecting people to be fed on by a vampire but I’m not most people. I told Damon once that my name means bitter; he laughed and said that it was fitting. He also said it would have been even more fitting if some part of my name meant vengeful as well. The more time that passes (it has been months now) the more I consider the choice I have to make. I’m strongly leaning towards making the change, though I haven’t mentioned it to Damon yet. He’s grown on me more since we met and I don’t think I’d enjoy growing old and weak while he stays young (not to mention gorgeous) for all eternity. I’d miss the things we’d do and I’d miss the friend I’ve made. I could probably stand to write more, but I have to seriously limit my modern day writing instruments and what is the point in writing about the same things. When more exciting things happen then I will write about them.
As promised, excitement brings more writing. It’s been over a year since I arrived and Damon decided that I’ve been around long enough to be able to handle myself. Mother used to let us watch ourselves but this was different and way more mature in my opinion. None of this is to say that Damon was always with me before, he did leave me alone for short periods of time but now I can expect him to disappear for weeks or even months and then he’ll show back up. (Once out of curiosity I left the city I’d been in and went to another, he of course found me there regardless) That’s really the only change in our routine, things aren’t terrible exciting and in all honesty I never found the 1800’s to be all the interesting in the history books either.
This is less of an exciting entry and more of a worried one. We’ve been in town a few weeks, though Damon is in and out pretty often and not being nearly as cautious as we usually are, especially if we aren’t in a large city. (By that I mean killing more often than just feeding.) Anyway, I’ve noticed one man in particular that seems to watch Damon and me to an unusual level, Damon especially. I keep meaning to mention it to Damon but every time I remember he’s either preoccupied or not in town. I’ve written it down to make sure I remember for next time he’s here and in case he only stops in for a very brief time. Now that I’ve gotten out those worries I think I might do a bit roaming in the city. I spend too much time hiding out inside, I should enjoy the city while I can.
I don’t think I’ve felt this out of sorts ever, including when I wound up in this era. My emotions are completely haywire and I feel like I’m on crack or speed or something. Damon isn’t very pleased I didn’t tell him about the man sooner, who as it turned out was a wannabe vampire hunter. Apparently said man thought that I was a vampire as well as Damon because I was usually with him. He’d been stalking me when I went out and not too long before I got back to where we’d been staying he shoved a nice hunk of wood in to my chest (also lucky that my heart isn’t where it should be or I’d be dead) before he realized that I was actually human and ran off like a coward. Luckily for me, Damon had gotten in not too long before and found my note about the hunter and went out looking for one of the two of us. He apparently found me practically dead, bleeding from the chest wound and basically choking on my own blood and fed me some of his blood. Once he got me inside he went back after that jack ass, brought him back and tied him up with a mildly bleeding wound. When I woke up (in transition to become a vampire, it was way too late for the blood to heal me) I hadn’t even focused on anything before I smelled the blood which was in fact Damon’s plan. After the first instinctual taste that completed the transformation I drained my murderer dry. Damon took care of the body, leaving a piece of jewelry similar to his ring (made sure I’d be able to go in to the sun). He didn’t immediately say so himself (he was also in a really bad mood for a few days) but I was guessing that he’d been planning on turning me probably whether I wanted to or not. We didn’t stay in town after he’d gotten back from getting rid of the body either.
It’s times like these that remind me that even if Damon can be a jack ass, a lunatic and a cold hearted tormentor and murderer (less so to me) he actually isn’t a terrible person all the way down. Once he got out of his terrible mood (he still made sure I fed, just didn’t really speak to me) Damon started reminding me of how he’d been when we’d first met except instead of acclimating me to an era, he was acclimating me to a way of life. At first I thought I’d have some issues but I haven’t, not even with feeding from people (I’m not bothered by killing either, apparently I’ve just gone off the deep end.) I think I’m doing really well, but Damon said he isn’t letting me off on my own until he feels that I’m ready. No clue how long that’ll be, but knowing Damon it’ll be a while. I honestly think he feels at least a little guilty about the whole me dying thing which is silly since I’m the one that didn’t take in to consideration the crazy person or pay attention to my surrounding and went out alone in a place I didn’t know hardly at all. Either way I think it’ll be a long time before I can pay him back for how much he’s done from me, I think he’d be upset though if I said that to him. Anyway, being a vampire isn’t so bad especially since garlic, crosses and holy water don’t do anything. Big plus is that I can still eat normal food and drinks as long as I feed often enough and caffeine and alcohol are actually beneficial to me now. I can go out in the sun thanks to Damon’s magical jewelry and the only thing that’s really a big danger to me (other than stakes through the heart which isn’t as big a worry for me anyway) is some rare-ish plant called vervain. Really awesome thing, I can see my reflection still, gotta love all the myths about vampires that aren’t actually true especially since I don’t look different except when I’m feeding. That part is a little creepy because all these veins around my eyes become super visible and it’s not cool to look at or at all attractive. I’m looking forward to being able to control all the vamp powers though; another thing Damon says is going to take work. Speaking of work, I can surprisingly still feel my powers I had before but I still don’t think I can use them…that would be really cool though.
Learned a few new things. For starters, I wasn’t nearly as strong as I thought I was, when I tried to fight Damon to test my strength he knocked me on my ass…quite a few times. I’m getting stronger though, and better with everything. I’m loving the speed and the jumping and the enhanced senses. I’m doing pretty well with the mind control, Damon calls it compulsion but I like mind control better because it sounds cooler. I can’t wait until I’m stronger though so every time Damon injures me to test my healing I can kick his ass for it. Vamps can sometimes control like the weather and animals and go in to people’s dreams, but like most other things it takes a long time to perfect. I don’t think I could even make a drop of water appear let alone cause a fog or make it rain. Maybe it’ll happen someday though. Thank god though, the 1800’s are almost over!
Strange. It almost seems like mom doesn’t want us to have powers like she does, she especially doesn’t want me to have powers like my father does. Mira asked if she was going to teach us how to us any powers we have and mom said absolutely not. Maybe some time I’ll practice mine, I can feel the magic but I can never use if for anything.
What is he doing here? From what mom says my father wants nothing to do with me but here he is, and he came to the house. I don’t trust him, something was off about the way he was acting and the way he looked at me. I think I might stay with a friend or something until he leaves or maybe another relative. One of mom’s siblings has been after me to visit and they’re offering a shopping trip as well so I won’t have to pack a bunch of clothes to bring with me. I’ll have to ask mom but I’ve already got a small bag packed with some essentials and extra writing stuff, I’ll bring the books I’ve been writing in with me as well as one I found in the library that might be useful.
I wish I’d have made plans to leave sooner. Right now I’m hiding out in a hopefully empty building in who only knows what time period. I can’t go walking around in what I’m wearing and I don’t know what is going on. It usually takes a lot to freak me out but right now I’m terrified. What money I have with me I’m sure won’t be useful to me and I can’t go out in what I’m wearing anyway! I already said that…well wrote that. Maybe if I’d have ever tried to learn how to use magic I could get myself back home but I’m stuck hear listening and hoping that no one finds…I think I hear something.
Things might be looking up after all, if only by a little bit. I did hear something, that something was a younger man, probably not too much older than me. I’m not sure why but he’s been helping me so now I’m wearing something more era appropriate. By that I mean I now fit in with the rest of the 1880’s people. Normally I wouldn’t be so quick to rely on someone but I don’t really have a choice and I’d assume that people in this time aren’t as dangerous. There’s something different about him, like there’s a sixth sense trying to tell me something. I hope there is a way to get back home or that mom is trying to get me back but I have to be prepared to live in this time in case there isn’t another way. The first step with blending in has been taking care of, I’ll have to be sure to keep my bag and its contents hidden and if I’m to stay here I have to be careful about messing with anything in the past. Luckily when I picked out my writing books I picked out ones that looked more vintage looking ones so I’ll still be able to use them.
When I said that he (his name is Damon Salvatore for future reference) was different I didn’t realize exactly how different. What I’m about to write down makes it even more important for my notes to be secret because my care taker is a vampire. No joke, and I mean if people can use magic I suppose it would only make sense for a vampire to be able to exist as well. Surprisingly I wasn’t afraid of him and I didn’t think he was going to drink my blood. If he wanted to do that he’d probably have done it without helping me first. I can’t say that Damon seems like a great person but so far he’s been good to me and I need someone to help me figure things out without me making a giant fool of myself or looking insane. Damon actually kind of reminds me of myself if I were a little more off the wall and actually from this era. Perhaps this ‘adventure’ (as I’ve now taken to calling it) won’t be so bad after all.
I was fairly right (I also think that even if/when I have gotten the hang of the 1880’s I’ll still write like I’m back home) about this not being so bad. Damon shares information with me about the times we’re in and a little bit about being a vampire and I tell him about my time. It has been a few weeks now and I’ve come to the realization that my mother was going to try and get me back she’d have done it by now. Damon also helped me realize that I’ve got few options open to me. I could try and hone my powers and find my own way back home (really not going to happen, even if it did by the time I’d figure it out I’d be a lot older when I got back), I can live out the rest of my life in these times (maybe that wouldn’t be so bad?) or I could, after some point, become a vampire myself and experience eternity. While I’m not certain on whether this is what I’d want, it does have benefits. I’d be able to experience all the interesting things in history and then when my time period came back around I could easily track down those responsible for my current predicament and exact my revenge. All I’ve officially decided so far is that I’ll stick around Damon a while longer and make myself useful.
I like to think that Damon appreciates my ability to be so sneaky and my usefulness in certain situations. I don’t think though that most people would be so willing and unbothered by luring unsuspecting people to be fed on by a vampire but I’m not most people. I told Damon once that my name means bitter; he laughed and said that it was fitting. He also said it would have been even more fitting if some part of my name meant vengeful as well. The more time that passes (it has been months now) the more I consider the choice I have to make. I’m strongly leaning towards making the change, though I haven’t mentioned it to Damon yet. He’s grown on me more since we met and I don’t think I’d enjoy growing old and weak while he stays young (not to mention gorgeous) for all eternity. I’d miss the things we’d do and I’d miss the friend I’ve made. I could probably stand to write more, but I have to seriously limit my modern day writing instruments and what is the point in writing about the same things. When more exciting things happen then I will write about them.
As promised, excitement brings more writing. It’s been over a year since I arrived and Damon decided that I’ve been around long enough to be able to handle myself. Mother used to let us watch ourselves but this was different and way more mature in my opinion. None of this is to say that Damon was always with me before, he did leave me alone for short periods of time but now I can expect him to disappear for weeks or even months and then he’ll show back up. (Once out of curiosity I left the city I’d been in and went to another, he of course found me there regardless) That’s really the only change in our routine, things aren’t terrible exciting and in all honesty I never found the 1800’s to be all the interesting in the history books either.
This is less of an exciting entry and more of a worried one. We’ve been in town a few weeks, though Damon is in and out pretty often and not being nearly as cautious as we usually are, especially if we aren’t in a large city. (By that I mean killing more often than just feeding.) Anyway, I’ve noticed one man in particular that seems to watch Damon and me to an unusual level, Damon especially. I keep meaning to mention it to Damon but every time I remember he’s either preoccupied or not in town. I’ve written it down to make sure I remember for next time he’s here and in case he only stops in for a very brief time. Now that I’ve gotten out those worries I think I might do a bit roaming in the city. I spend too much time hiding out inside, I should enjoy the city while I can.
I don’t think I’ve felt this out of sorts ever, including when I wound up in this era. My emotions are completely haywire and I feel like I’m on crack or speed or something. Damon isn’t very pleased I didn’t tell him about the man sooner, who as it turned out was a wannabe vampire hunter. Apparently said man thought that I was a vampire as well as Damon because I was usually with him. He’d been stalking me when I went out and not too long before I got back to where we’d been staying he shoved a nice hunk of wood in to my chest (also lucky that my heart isn’t where it should be or I’d be dead) before he realized that I was actually human and ran off like a coward. Luckily for me, Damon had gotten in not too long before and found my note about the hunter and went out looking for one of the two of us. He apparently found me practically dead, bleeding from the chest wound and basically choking on my own blood and fed me some of his blood. Once he got me inside he went back after that jack ass, brought him back and tied him up with a mildly bleeding wound. When I woke up (in transition to become a vampire, it was way too late for the blood to heal me) I hadn’t even focused on anything before I smelled the blood which was in fact Damon’s plan. After the first instinctual taste that completed the transformation I drained my murderer dry. Damon took care of the body, leaving a piece of jewelry similar to his ring (made sure I’d be able to go in to the sun). He didn’t immediately say so himself (he was also in a really bad mood for a few days) but I was guessing that he’d been planning on turning me probably whether I wanted to or not. We didn’t stay in town after he’d gotten back from getting rid of the body either.
It’s times like these that remind me that even if Damon can be a jack ass, a lunatic and a cold hearted tormentor and murderer (less so to me) he actually isn’t a terrible person all the way down. Once he got out of his terrible mood (he still made sure I fed, just didn’t really speak to me) Damon started reminding me of how he’d been when we’d first met except instead of acclimating me to an era, he was acclimating me to a way of life. At first I thought I’d have some issues but I haven’t, not even with feeding from people (I’m not bothered by killing either, apparently I’ve just gone off the deep end.) I think I’m doing really well, but Damon said he isn’t letting me off on my own until he feels that I’m ready. No clue how long that’ll be, but knowing Damon it’ll be a while. I honestly think he feels at least a little guilty about the whole me dying thing which is silly since I’m the one that didn’t take in to consideration the crazy person or pay attention to my surrounding and went out alone in a place I didn’t know hardly at all. Either way I think it’ll be a long time before I can pay him back for how much he’s done from me, I think he’d be upset though if I said that to him. Anyway, being a vampire isn’t so bad especially since garlic, crosses and holy water don’t do anything. Big plus is that I can still eat normal food and drinks as long as I feed often enough and caffeine and alcohol are actually beneficial to me now. I can go out in the sun thanks to Damon’s magical jewelry and the only thing that’s really a big danger to me (other than stakes through the heart which isn’t as big a worry for me anyway) is some rare-ish plant called vervain. Really awesome thing, I can see my reflection still, gotta love all the myths about vampires that aren’t actually true especially since I don’t look different except when I’m feeding. That part is a little creepy because all these veins around my eyes become super visible and it’s not cool to look at or at all attractive. I’m looking forward to being able to control all the vamp powers though; another thing Damon says is going to take work. Speaking of work, I can surprisingly still feel my powers I had before but I still don’t think I can use them…that would be really cool though.
Learned a few new things. For starters, I wasn’t nearly as strong as I thought I was, when I tried to fight Damon to test my strength he knocked me on my ass…quite a few times. I’m getting stronger though, and better with everything. I’m loving the speed and the jumping and the enhanced senses. I’m doing pretty well with the mind control, Damon calls it compulsion but I like mind control better because it sounds cooler. I can’t wait until I’m stronger though so every time Damon injures me to test my healing I can kick his ass for it. Vamps can sometimes control like the weather and animals and go in to people’s dreams, but like most other things it takes a long time to perfect. I don’t think I could even make a drop of water appear let alone cause a fog or make it rain. Maybe it’ll happen someday though. Thank god though, the 1800’s are almost over!
