I’ve tied him up in the bedroom next door. You might be worried that he’ll get out, but I made sure to tighten the leather straps as far as they would go. I’m not afraid of him getting away, but I took extra precautions by sprinkling garlic all over the floor, and nailing strings of it up in front of the window.
He keeps saying that he isn’t one of them, but I know better. I saw him that night, in a parking lot, sucking on some poor woman’s neck. I’ll never forget the sound of her limp body hitting the pavement. A wet thud after her legs gave out. He just left her there, didn’t look back or show any kind of remorse. He didn’t know I was there. I hid in the shadows of the alleyso he couldn’t see me. I’m surprised he didn’t smell me somehow. I’ve always heard they can smell you from miles away or maybe I’m thinking of something else. Maybe it’s that they can hear your heart beating. I don’t know about that. Seems like if they could, they’d all be driven mad, but then again they aren’t human.
That woman wasn’t dead. She was close to it, but I saved her. The doctor said if I hadn’t have brought her in she would have died in that parking lot. I went back a few days later to visit her in the hospital. She was being released the next day, and wasn’t sure what she was going to do. She looked better, and I knew she’d be beautiful once she got her strengthen back. Not that she wasn’t beautiful then, she was, but in a weak sort of way. She’d be absolutely stunning after she was back to herself. I found out how true that was later. She was grateful that I had helped her, but she broke down crying near the end of my visit. She had just moved here, didn’t have any family or friends, and didn’t have anywhere to go. She didn’t remember much of that night, but she did remember that the man that had almost killed her had offered to help her in some way. He’d used her instead and then left her to die.
She moved in with me after she was released. Julie was her name and I loved her very much. She was here for three months, and then she left without a word or an explanation. I felt in my gut that it had something to do with him, and I was right. I started going out late at night to look for him. After about a month I spotted him in a dirty club, grinding against some woman. I thought she’d be appalled, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. He drank from her and left her just like he had with Julie. I followed him and he led me to the place where he rested during the day. Julie was there, but he had changed her. She was one of them now, and I hated her more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my life. Most of all I hated him. He had given me something, then he had taken it away. He had brought us together, now he had pulled us apart. She found him somehow, for whatever reason, and now it was all over. Maybe she asked him to change her, maybe her offered. It doesn’t matter really, because she’s dead now, and soon or maybe not so soon, he will be too.
He’s screaming, the sun has started to come up. I’ll be right back.
The board I put up wasn’t blocking all of the sunlight out, so I put a tarp up. He said the light hurt his eyes, but I saw blisters starting to form where the sunlight had been. I know he is lying when he tells me he isn’t one of them, he knows I know it too. Luckily, I remembered to pull the garlic from behind the tarp, although he doesn’t seem bothered by it all that much. The room stinks to high heaven with it, but I’m questioning how effective it is. I wonder if he has to touch it in order for it to work? Everything I’ve read seemed to state it was the smell that gets to them. I’m thinking that may be untrue. I need to find something else to use for insurance. Holy water, maybe? Crosses? I’ll have to do more research, I’ll be back later.
I’m back. I was scared to leave him alone, but I’m glad I did! Turns out the garlic thing is a myth. I could kick myself for not checking into that futher before I took him. Such a mistake could have cost me a great deal, maybe even my life, haha! I read somewhere that they can’t walk on consecrated ground, so I stopped at a church not to far from here, and dug up some soil from the graveyard. I felt bad about that, but I’m sure God will understand. They won’t notice it’s gone anyway, and I covered up my tracks with leaves. He gave me the most curious looks as I cleaned the garlic up, then sprinkled dirt all around the bed. I held a clump of it to his skin just to see what would happen. The shriek he let out was awful and made my skin crawl. It wasn’t as bad as the thump that Julie had made, but it was pretty damn close. Hold on, he’s raving about something, I’ll go see what he wants.
Just wanted to beg me to let him go. I wonder if he feels pain since he hasn’t fed in a while. What does that hunger feel like? Is it worse than the pain we feel when we don’t eat? I wonder if his body would eventually dry all up if he didn’t feed. That may be one of the experiments that I do.
So why did I take him, you ask? The answer is simple. I want to show him that some of us bite back. I want to teach him a lesson, that he can’t just do whatever he wants to people. I’ll make him regret every single life that he has taken. I’ll make him regret giving me Julie, only to take her way. He will know what he has done, and he will be very sorry.
The best part is that he won’t die unless I let him. I could make him pay for years to come. Maybe I will.