Lets see, How do I begin to tell a tale such as mine? The last entry, which was my first was a brief history of my life. It covered from the time of my mortal birth in 1885 to the present. For those of you that are just now being introduced, I will catch you up. I am Hesper van der Meere, born in Chelsea, England 116 years ago. I was born to darkness in 1928. I have been walking the planet for all this time though I've only aged 33 years. Thats all you need to know for now. I will fill you in on other parts of my past as I find it necessary.
I rose at dusk. I stood by the gigantic aframe window and watched the last of the Sun desend behind the horizon. The waters of the Pacific glimmered brightly against a vibrant orange sky.
The events transpiring over the past two weeks have left a cold chill in my soul. It weighs heavy, this feeling of fear, and a strong sense of a change of direction. I've opened my eyes for the first time to see fact, I am going to die, like all the ones before me. I have never felt this way before. I have always separated myself from the possibillity of death, until now. One as proud as myself having to be humbled so, the thought of it brings on a slight sense of nausea. Even I with all these powers bestowed upon me, at some point will cease to exsist. Do you know the feeling? Yes? Then you will enjoy my story. If death does not concern you then do not be concerned with me now, read about me after it has. If you are unaqquainted with the urgency then you are not ready, to accept me.
The Sun is now behind the Earth, I awake from my thoughts with the overwhelming thirst. I am a vampire. I drink blood from the living. It rejuvenates me and preserves my youthful appearance. I prefer the blood of humans, but any blood will do. Human blood is much more sweet and erotic. I always feed on people unless conditions deny me.
I am five feet nine inces tall, quite tall for a woman of the 19th century. My hair is dark blonde wavy locks that flow down to lightly brush my shoulders. My eyes are my best feature. They are perfect almounds with just the right distance between them. Others tell me my eyes change colours according to my mood, but for the most part they are hazel, more blue than green, with a florescence to them. My skin is the fairest of ivories. My fingernails are equal to the finest crystal, razor sharp and undeniably deadly, yet they will not break. In the thirties I noticibly carried the features of Gretta Garbo and Jean Harlow. Fewer people see it now. I have not changed in appearance, just the styles and times have changed.
I turn around and notice dozens of night blooming cereus. I catch a wiff of the delicate fragrance. The flowers will be opening their pedals to the Moon tonight. The place is covered with them. The enormous windows generously placed thoughout the house allows for an overabundance of Moonlight for these precious pets.
The owner of this residence is Ian Jevons. He is the manager of the rock band Co-Dependancy. He is my lover. I have been drinking from him since 1994. I've been sipping on him like a fine wine, never drinking enough to harm him, but just enough to tease me. He believes he is more satisfied than he could ever be. Tonight he lays in another room, near death, and I must make a choice.
I walk to the room where he lays. I stare into that lovely face. A perfect face for freezing in etrnal time. I bend over the bed and put my face close to his and breathe in the aroma of his sweat.
The first night I had him was my first night awake in nine years. I think back to that Manhattan bar, my thirst for blood unbearable. My mouth more dry than the Gobi, I accended to the surface of my tomb. I'm hunting and there he is in the club jotting down notes, looking like a critic. My first impression is to have him for dinner seeing he seems like a real screw up. I'm glad my opinion acculmated.
May you always live,
and I never die.
Hesper