It’s  15 minutes after midnight, September 28th. My birthday.  Technically I am now 20 years old, but in human years I will forever be 19.

It happened almost 8 months ago. February 6th. That was when I died.

Even though it is not long ago, I have a hard time remembering what happened that night. And a few days after that. I remember I was out walking, in the forest. It was a cold night, still snow on the ground. And the stars were so bright.

He came out of nowhere. Although now that I think about it, he must have followed me for some time. He waited until we were deep inside the forest before he made his move. It all happened so fast. I felt his arms around my chest and waist, holding me tightly to him. So tight I could hardly breathe.

The pain I felt as he bit into my neck, was excruciating. I screamed and that only made him bite down harder. It did not take long till I went limp in his arms. My vision became blurry and the pain began to fade. I cannot remember much after that. I must have passed out.

Everything was black. It felt nice. Quiet.

And then...more pain. My entire body this time. I woke up as the sun rose. Its deadly rays burning me. I felt so weak. But somehow, I managed to crawl over to a nearby cave. It was dark and cool. I fell asleep there.

When I woke up again, it was dark. I no longer felt weak, but I was still frightened. I kept remembering bits and pieces from the night before. It did not take me long to figure out what had happened. I have always believed in vampires.

My first clue, was the fact that my heart was no longer beating. That freaked me out at first. But I forgot about that when I noticed my fangs, sharp against my tongue. And then...the thirst. I have never  felt anything like it. It burned my throath.

The first couple of nights I was only able to catch animals. Deers and rabbits mostly. I never dared to walk out of the forest. I stayed near  the cave, afraid that the sun would suddenly appear and burn me again.

The blood of animals helped. Kept me strong. But it never satisfied my thirst. I wanted something more. I needed it.

I can’t even remember if it was a man or a woman who came in to the forest on that third night. As soon as I smelled that human nearby, as soon as I heard its heartbeat, I pounced. Draining him or her of their life. Nothing has ever tasted that good.

After that, I calmed down. I was able to focus more. That was when I realised : He left me. He made me a vampire and left me. He did not even bother to wait until I was awake. To explain what was going on. What was happening to me. I hated him at that moment. Still, I wanted him. Wanted him to come back. To take care of me.

But it did not happen. I was alone.

The next night, I left the forest. It only took me minutes to walk back to my house. The house where I had lived with my parents, until they had died in a carcrash a few months earlier.

After I became I vampire, everything changed. A whole new world opened up to me. A world I had always hoped excisted, but never found. I was very surprised when I met my first werewolf. It took me hours to fight him off, but I managed it in the end. He left.

There were many more wolves after that. Sometimes I was able to kill them, sometimes they ran and sometimes I was the one running. I was never really afraid though. I just accepted it. This was my life now.

After a few months, I met my first vampire. Sara.  She was so full of life and so wonderfully weird. It did not take long until we became best friends. We did almost everything together. Hunted and played. We also got to know two fairies, Lizzie and Holly. The four of us became very close. Family.They made me very happy.

I also got to know Sara’s adopted brother, Jonathan. He was very quiet, but always nice. I must admit, I found him intimidating at first. When I did not really know him that well. Sara had told me he was old and powerful. So old and so powerful that no-one would be able to fight him and win. I wanted to get to know him better, but was young and silly, and I figured I was not worthy of his attention.

When I found out he was in love with me, I was very surprised. And extremely happy. He was so different from other men. So polite and nice, yet he made it very clear that he wanted me. I fell for him. Hard. This was the first time I had ever been in love. And I loved every minute of it. I still do.

It did not take long until we were married. I had never considered marriage before I met Jonathan. But this felt so right. And married-life is great. We are still so very much in love. It hurts when we are not together.

He has made me so much better than what I was. I have had his blood and I now possess the power to sky-walk. To fly. My strength and speed have also increased. At times I feel invincible, though in the back of my head I know this is not true.

A few days ago, my maker came to find me. Lucas. I forgot to mention that I had talked with him before. Before I met Jonathan. He seemed nice. Now he did not.

He wanted me to come with him. He needed my help. I refused as I had begun to understand how his mind worked. How selfish and evil he really was. That was when he poisoned me. I am still ashamed that I let him get that close to me. That I thought he would never really hurt me.

The poison worked quickly. It was designed to make me relive the worst days of my life. To make my worst nightmares come true. It worked. I became like I was those first days of my new excistence. Agressive and wild. Attacking anyone who came close. No longer able to remember my Jonathan.

I will let Jonathan tell this story ,as he will do it better than me. ( http://jempire1.posterous.com/ )

The point is that my maker was a very evil man. But I can not help but feel grateful to him. He made me what I am, and if it wasn’t for him, I would never have met Jonathan.

I was never really happy, until I died.