The Lost Journals of- - : Beginnings

Perhaps it should not be such a shocking thing, my being a vampire. After all, I was born in a time of legends - when demons cast their shadows upon the land by night and gods stood watch over the souls of all who would pray in their name. My childhood was spent in search of the little people who danced and played ‘neath the flowers and toadstools and occasionally granted wishes when a mortal pleased them.


I come from the most ordinary of stock. Ma and Da had nine children in all, of which I was the fifth-born. I hardly knew the oldest of them, and I’m afraid I don’t even recall all their names. But Ma and Da loved us all. Of that I am certain.


I have only vague memories of the house in which I grew to adulthood. Mostly, I have the lingering impression of moisture - of the seemingly eternal rain so characteristic of my homeland finding its way through the thatch roof. It was McKillen’s farm where we lived, his little house on the moor, his land we all worked so hard to farm, and although Da slaved every day of his life, he was rarely able to manage more than to pay McKillen back for the shelter and the use of his land.


It seems like such a long time ago now, and strikes me as rather odd when I think of it, but my life was split in twine the day of the ---- festival and while everything that came before is little more than shadow, every day since is as clear as crystal in my mind. That festival was the end of my mortal life, and it alone among my human memories remains clear.

Author's Note

This is something I recently started, just haven’t gotten too far on yet. I have no idea what to name the main character, so if anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to let me know! ^_^