I can now safely say that my grandmother believed in magic and that she considered herself a witch. Did she have any real power? I do not know. But I like to think she did.That would explain where my power of telekinesis comes from.

I only realised I had this power after I had tasted Jonathan's blood. He once wrote: "It is my theory that my blood has woken whatever lay dormant within her." I now realise he might be right. And I will work harder to develop my power.

And I am really itching to try some of the spells in my grandmother's diary. Most of them seem harmless, but it would be interesting to see if they actually work.

This is going to be fun! *wicked grin*

I could smell it as soon as I walked into the house. His scent. The place reeked of it.  Lucas must have been staying there for weeks. In my parent’s house. My house.

I don’t know why I was so surprised. I should have expected that this would be the first place he would look for me. And when I was nowhere to be found, he just waited.

Most of my furniture was broken. All the stuff I had not brought with me when I moved in with Jonathan. Almost everything was ruined. This should have upset me, made me angry, but it did not. I do not need to remember my human life anymore. It does not matter.

Still, I collected the few things I could find that were whole; a few books, some of my mother’s jewelry and my parent’s wedding photo.

I sat down by the kitchen table earlier tonight, and looked through the books I had brought with me. I only found one of them interesting. A journal. At first I thought it had been my mother’s. The handwriting was very similar to hers. But when I saw the name that was written at the top corner of the first page, I realized it had belonged to my grandmother.

This book confused me. It was a mix of recipes and anecdotes. And it was as it if it was written to be read by someone else then just my grandmother. She kept using the word “You”. “You need to do this….You need to be aware of….This might happen to You”.

Another thing that surprised me was that the recipes seemed to be for potions and spells, rather than food.  I never got to know my grandmother very well, but the little I remember of her does not exactly scream Witch. This book did though.

The last words written in the book was: “For min datter. Må denne boken komme til nytte for deg.” Which means: ” For my daughter. May this book be of use to you.”  I suspect that my grandmother wrote this book for my mother. Why, I do not know.

I have not read the entire book yet, but I will. I am rather excited to learn more about my grandmother. My heritage.

To be continued…

It took me quite some time before I realised he liked me. He tried to tell me through his music and I listened, but did not understand. No-one had ever shown me any interest in that way before. Even though I did not know him very well at that time, I could still see that something about him had changed. He seemed happy. Excited.

When I finally realised all his songs and messages were about me, I was very surprised. And very pleased. He swept me off my feet. I had never felt anything like it before.

Our first kiss was magical. Very intense and very passionate. I got so lost in his embrace that I did not notice it when he floated us off the ground, soaring higher and higher up into the sky. I do not think he noticed either, until I opened my eyes and let out a cry of shock. He told me not to be afraid, and I wasn’t. I felt perfectly safe in his strong arms. I always feel safe in his arms.

I remember he was very busy during the day, and it was torture to wait for him to return. It hurt to be away from him. It helped when I moved in with him though. The memory of the grin on his face, when I asked him if I could move in, still makes me smile. I had never seen him like that before. So excited and eager. We ran back to my house that night and collected all my things. As the gentleman he is, he refused me to carry more than one box, while he himself struggled with fourteen. It was quite a vision and the thought of it still makes me laugh.

It did not take long after this, until we were engaged to be married. Again, he tried to ask me with his music, and again, it took me quite some time to figure it out. I suspect this must have been very frustrating for him, as he is the most impatient person I have ever known.

Our wedding happened shortly after that. Neither one of us wanted a big, fancy wedding . We had a very small, private ceremony with three guests, Sara, Lizzie and my lion. It was perfect, and the wedding night was even better *grins*

We have been husband and wife for a little while now, and I am more in love with him than I have ever been. Every day I love him more and more. And every day I learn something new about him.

He is the only one who gets me. Who always understands what I mean. He is so kind, yet so incredibly wicked. He annoys me in more ways than I thought possible, and turns me on at the same time. He always knows what to say to make me feel like I am the most special girl in the universe. At night ,he reads to me, and he still plays me his music.  I love every minute of it. Every minute I get to spend with him. He is perfect.

And he is mine.

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.