LOGINI feel so weird this morning. My eyes are sharper than ever. My whole body feels different. My gaze rests on my hand, which clenches into a fist. Stronger. It's like mum explained it to me. My senses are much more pronounced. And ... I'm thirsty. But it's not so strong that I can't control myself. It's just a light scratch in my throat and an uncomfortable need. It's like craving for candy when the house is empty and all the shops are closed. Mum said that in the first few days the desire still grows. The hand that was just clenched lies down on my chest. I also feel that my heart is beating much slower. It takes 5 days for me to fully awaken as a vampire. Then my senses will be 10 times sharper and my current slow heartbeat will fall silent forever.....
View MoreAround four o'clock at night I am torn from my dream world by dull noises that come from below into the room illuminated by the moon. Mum and John are sure to be on their way. I can still hear her whispering and I can also hear Conner's voice, didn't he get up to say goodbye? The words cannot be understood by my drowsy mind. Yawning, I straighten up in bed and let my good and bad side argue in my head about whether I should get up again to say goodbye to both of them. Or rather let me fall back into bed and snuggle up under the cozy blanket again. Since my good side is too tired to fight, the bad side wins a battle that has not started. My body sinks down onto the warm, wrinkled sheet. The eyelids contract again. I'll take care of the spell, don't worry. Are these really Conner's words? What is that supposed to mean? What spell? And it's getting dark again. My dreams peacefully fill the rest of the night, as always, I dream of him, whoever he may be. The bright rays of the sun that
Notices Conner. The impassive head was in his crossed arms, which are resting on the table."Discuss less than you tell my son."John answers with a slight smile. Ooh dear, if John smiles it doesn't mean a good thing. One of my brows goes up, tense and skeptical. My body tenses and seeks eye contact with my mother."Mum."I address her in a threatening voice. But she still doesn't look at me. Her eyes move a little frantically in John's direction. What's wrong with her. She wriggles back and forth in her chair, acting like a child who has broken something. Then John pushes his hand to my mother's and asked a question in a lowered voice that we can hear."Do you want or should I be my love?"I look at the picture in front of me. I keep my arms crossed in front of my chest. Something is wrong. What do they have to say? They shouldn't excite us so much and
It has now been three weeks. I got used to the house. It is beautiful here. I don't think it's so bad living under one roof with John either. He usually leaves me alone. Conner has proven to be a good friend and even better teacher. He taught me in such a short time to keep my thirst under control. Everyone was thrilled that I managed to hold back a little so quickly. I have to admit that Conner's method of inviting women home almost every day has worked for me. Even if he didn't think of me first when he was invited. He told me it was a win win situation. We have even been outside among people, just briefly so as not to overstrain our luck. I was so happy to get out again, even if I'm only allowed out with observation, I think it's great. Since I don't have any friends here, except for Conner, I'm very happy if he finds time for me. It was fascinating, I could stand against the desire and control myself. I found it difficult to concentrate because the sweet smell of blood stung my
`` My mother died about 40 years ago. I also had nothing to do with my father for a long time because I just wanted to be to myself after her death. He quickly found a new wife whom he married after 10 years. I hated him for forgetting my mother so quickly. You have to understand, when you have such a long life, time goes differently. 10 years are nothing. I found out that she became pregnant. It was mean of me that I didn't even want to see the little one. Then they had another child. And my hatred grew over time. I sank formally in it. I hated them all. This woman, these children, and especially my father, who simply built a new family for himself after swearing his love to my mother centuries ago. My only wish was that they all die. But when I heard that my father's new wife had actually died. I felt dirty. I wanted her death from the start. I understood that she wasn't the cause of my anger. About a year after her death, I pulled myself together and went to my father. It was bro





