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Journal of Vampire Tristan Locke - Entry 1 |
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Written by Tristan Locke
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Saturday, 15 March 2008 |
My name is Tristan Locke. I have received this journal as a gift and I am much obliged to do it justice.
I feel some trepidation in recording myself here but the pages are so fine and the leather so smooth that I am much obliged to write. In preparation for my first writing session I bought a top of the line fountain pen. At least, if I am to trust the sales person at the art supply store and the exorbitant cost.
To ease my mind I have found a suitable hiding place for my record. If any eyes other than mine read these pages I could find myself in quite a challenging predicament. In fact, most of my contemporaries would think me a fool to keep such a written record. Luckily, I do not think much of most of my contemporaries and thus I am inclined to do whatever I please. I do have one form of protection in case uninvited eyes view this journal. I am a vampire. Ah, there it is. Anything I say hereafter will be considered fantasy and will not be taken seriously. I have free reign then to be completely honest.
I have a faint hope that I will find the person who can read this journal and not loathe me. It is not that I care what people think of me. It is that if such a person exists finding them would be… meaningful.
There are many who would like to know me, but so few deserving. Indeed, there are many who think they know me and do not. I write this for myself, for posterity. Maybe even for reasons I cannot yet fathom.
The hour grows late and I am weary. While the city is coming alive, I am going to sleep. I will not abandon my obligation, I will write again when I have time. |
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Last Updated ( Saturday, 15 March 2008 )
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