Vampire story
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amelia_petkovaA shout-out to the two wonderful ladies in 109 who showed me what I was doing wrong on the computer and how to fix it.
This was written for an English class last year; finishing it is still on my To Do list, but there is still enough to enjoy.
Dracula’s Journal
5. May
Jonathan Harker of England has arrived. I could smell his fresh blood the moment he exited the carriage. Strange, though—it reeks of tea, of all things!
7. May
Must not eat Harker; must not eat Harker; must not eat Harker…
8. May
Harker is delightfully stupid; I’m doing everything but turning into a bat and yelling, “Look at me, I’m a vampire!” and he still does not fully realize what is happening! I hope that England is full of people like him.
Was very tempted tonight when Harker cut himself while shaving. I managed to restrain myself by remembering that I had already brushed my teeth. I did throw away his mirror; as a teenager I had terrible acne and since then have avoided even the possibility of glimpsing my reflection. (Of course, this means that I do not know if my hair is messy.)
15. May
There were problems tonight. Those three trollops tried to suck Harker’s blood. Why won’t they leave already? I’ve told them more than once that I am not at all interested in them. If Boris were still alive, I would kill him for introducing me to those three at that party. Then of course they start whining about being hungry so I gave them a baby. They went off into another room with the child—I’m not sure if they’re cooing over it, or drinking its blood. Women!
24. May
Must start packing for the trip. I am a bit of a packrat—it’s a habit that tends to develop after the 200th birthday. You wouldn’t believe how full the basement is. I suppose that if I have to, I can always fill some of the coffins with clothes instead of dirt.
29. May
Living (rather, un-living) does have its disadvantages. I get very bored at times when there is nothing much going on. Once I slept through three whole decades! Then there was that time I was playing darts using people and stakes…
17. June
Harker has been attempting to escape recently. So far, I’ve been able to keep him locked up and the Szgany gave me the letters that he tried to send to his friends. The one to his fiancée I can’t read—it’s in some sort of code and his handwriting is chicken scratch—but none of them will reach England. I’ve been avoiding Harker recently; his accent is becoming annoying. Do all English speak like this?
Crawling down the wall while wearing Harker’s suit was terribly uncomfortable. My only consolation is that I am not female. During one of our talks soon after his arrival Harker described English clothing to me, including the corsets that women wear. Why on earth would somebody invent something like that?
23. June
The plans for my journey have been made for quite a while now but I am somewhat nervous. If only there was a better way to get there than by traveling on a ship. I have never done very well when on the water.
30. June
I can’t believe he did that! That human tried to kill me using a shovel! I’m sleeping in my coffin, just as I do every day, and then Harker comes up and bashes me in the face with a nearby shovel! There is a distinct indentation in my forehead, not to mention that his choice of weapon was extremely undignified. Couldn’t he at least looked for a sword? (At least it was just Harker; he never succeeds at anything.)
1. July
Finally, I am on my way to England! The Demeter takes off in just a half-hour. It’s so nice to be seeing the world after spending five hundred years in Transylvania. And there is a crew full of blood for snacking on…yum.
13. July
I hate traveling by water! Ugh. Excuse me; I must go empty my stomach over the ship’s railing…again.
29. July
During this trip I have had to restrain the amount of feeding I did, for meals are limited when you are on a ship. The crew knows that something is going on, but they cannot get away from me. I’m saving the captain for last, as there has to be somebody to get this ship to England.
7. August
I have finally arrived in Whitby. Why the hell didn’t Harker tell me that it’s always raining in England? Still, I plan to have a very good time here. First, I think I’ll stop by and have a chat with Renfield, even though an hour with him always gives me a headache.
8. August
Renfield is becoming increasingly nutty by the day. His bug-eating is disgusting! (I’ll be the first to admit that I enjoy drinking blood, but what he does is sick!) What was I thinking, going into his mind? The idea of creating a servant in England was a good one, but Renfield is obviously the wrong person. Did I mention the bug thing?
10. August
Blood being the only thing that I can digest, I long ago developed a taste for certain kinds. Young virgin women are especially tasty and England seems to be full of them! There are two women whom are out every day and I have begun working on the one named Lucy Westerna, calling to her as she sleeps. Why does she keep saying, “Just five more minutes?”
11. August
I finally drank Lucy’s blood tonight (it was quite delicious). Feeling mischievous lately, I’ve decided to make her a vampire as well. I would have finished the process, except that her friend Mina interrupted us. Damned women’s intuition! I’ll just have to search Lucy out again later.
12. August
The traditional ways are often the best. I persuaded Lucy’s mother to invite me into her home by pretending to be a salesman selling chicken’s teeth. Silly upper-class woman, she doesn’t even know when she is being fooled. It would be much harder to do this to one of the villagers back home. In any case, I can now get to Lucy any time I want.
16. August
Things are going well with Lucy, although it is taking longer than I had planned to turn her into a vampire. Somehow she has will enough to keep clinging onto life.
I have become interested in her friend, Mina Murray. Let’s face it: Lucy is attractive, but somewhat of a ditz. Mina, on the other hand, has the mind of a man in the body of a woman. (Most definitely a womanly body!) If I managed to turn her, she would be good company during the centuries. I can just imagine the look on Harker’s face when I’ll pull that off! He’ll have that surprised expression, like he just swallowed a fly.
19. August
I paid another visit to Renfield tonight. He is still as annoying as ever but at least he wasn’t munching on bugs this time. Ugh. The director of the asylum that Renfield is confined in, Seward, is an interesting person; I may need to keep an eye on him. (Can always have Renfield be my spy.)
24. August
I decided to take a break from the Lucy project and instead be a tourist. After all, how am I to experience any of England if I spend all my time in Whitby, focused on just one thing? I shall travel around the country for a bit, looking at the other houses that I have bought and make sure that the coffins of earth are all right. (Also, I think I may have left my eyebrow tweezers in one of them.)
26. August
Never until now have I been grateful that I cannot eat as humans do; English food smells terribly bland and looks even more uninteresting! And I think I just saw a man with spinach stuck between his front teeth.
It was terribly easy to lure a young man into an alley when I became hungry. All I had to do was tell him that I had seen something strange around the corner and then give him the vampire eye. Followed me just like a little, stupid puppy dog full of yummy blood. After I was done I just left him there; I’m sure somebody will clean it up in the morning.
30. August
It’s cloudy and dark enough in England that I can sometimes go out during the day. But I can only be out for a half-hour, mostly covered, and even then I still have terrible sunburn. At least I got to see some places that are not open during the night. (Fortunately, bars do not fall into that category.)
2. September
So many interesting inventions in this country! There are things here that nobody in Transylvania has ever dreamed of. The humans back home spend too much time growing garlic and searching out treasures marked by blue fires. (That is an excellent way to lure my prey; greed overcomes fear every time.) I find it humorous that the English can know so much about science and yet know so little about creatures such as vampires that can cause them so much harm.
Some old woman this evening commented that the large collar on my cape looks ridiculous. The nerve! Well, I showed her, even though she was far too scrawny and tough. I’ll return in just a moment—something is stuck between my teeth.
7. September
No sooner do I return from my vacation when I find out that things started going to pieces the moment I left. I should have known something like this would happen! Murphy’s Law just keeps on existing, even after Murphy was killed. Seward brought in some friend of his who is also a doctor, Abraham Van Helsing. Somehow, this man knows about vampires and was able to start undoing all the careful changes that I had made to Lucy. Damn! Now I shall have to work twice as hard to catch up.
To Be Continued
This was written for an English class last year; finishing it is still on my To Do list, but there is still enough to enjoy.
Dracula’s Journal
5. May
Jonathan Harker of England has arrived. I could smell his fresh blood the moment he exited the carriage. Strange, though—it reeks of tea, of all things!
7. May
Must not eat Harker; must not eat Harker; must not eat Harker…
8. May
Harker is delightfully stupid; I’m doing everything but turning into a bat and yelling, “Look at me, I’m a vampire!” and he still does not fully realize what is happening! I hope that England is full of people like him.
Was very tempted tonight when Harker cut himself while shaving. I managed to restrain myself by remembering that I had already brushed my teeth. I did throw away his mirror; as a teenager I had terrible acne and since then have avoided even the possibility of glimpsing my reflection. (Of course, this means that I do not know if my hair is messy.)
15. May
There were problems tonight. Those three trollops tried to suck Harker’s blood. Why won’t they leave already? I’ve told them more than once that I am not at all interested in them. If Boris were still alive, I would kill him for introducing me to those three at that party. Then of course they start whining about being hungry so I gave them a baby. They went off into another room with the child—I’m not sure if they’re cooing over it, or drinking its blood. Women!
24. May
Must start packing for the trip. I am a bit of a packrat—it’s a habit that tends to develop after the 200th birthday. You wouldn’t believe how full the basement is. I suppose that if I have to, I can always fill some of the coffins with clothes instead of dirt.
29. May
Living (rather, un-living) does have its disadvantages. I get very bored at times when there is nothing much going on. Once I slept through three whole decades! Then there was that time I was playing darts using people and stakes…
17. June
Harker has been attempting to escape recently. So far, I’ve been able to keep him locked up and the Szgany gave me the letters that he tried to send to his friends. The one to his fiancée I can’t read—it’s in some sort of code and his handwriting is chicken scratch—but none of them will reach England. I’ve been avoiding Harker recently; his accent is becoming annoying. Do all English speak like this?
Crawling down the wall while wearing Harker’s suit was terribly uncomfortable. My only consolation is that I am not female. During one of our talks soon after his arrival Harker described English clothing to me, including the corsets that women wear. Why on earth would somebody invent something like that?
23. June
The plans for my journey have been made for quite a while now but I am somewhat nervous. If only there was a better way to get there than by traveling on a ship. I have never done very well when on the water.
30. June
I can’t believe he did that! That human tried to kill me using a shovel! I’m sleeping in my coffin, just as I do every day, and then Harker comes up and bashes me in the face with a nearby shovel! There is a distinct indentation in my forehead, not to mention that his choice of weapon was extremely undignified. Couldn’t he at least looked for a sword? (At least it was just Harker; he never succeeds at anything.)
1. July
Finally, I am on my way to England! The Demeter takes off in just a half-hour. It’s so nice to be seeing the world after spending five hundred years in Transylvania. And there is a crew full of blood for snacking on…yum.
13. July
I hate traveling by water! Ugh. Excuse me; I must go empty my stomach over the ship’s railing…again.
29. July
During this trip I have had to restrain the amount of feeding I did, for meals are limited when you are on a ship. The crew knows that something is going on, but they cannot get away from me. I’m saving the captain for last, as there has to be somebody to get this ship to England.
7. August
I have finally arrived in Whitby. Why the hell didn’t Harker tell me that it’s always raining in England? Still, I plan to have a very good time here. First, I think I’ll stop by and have a chat with Renfield, even though an hour with him always gives me a headache.
8. August
Renfield is becoming increasingly nutty by the day. His bug-eating is disgusting! (I’ll be the first to admit that I enjoy drinking blood, but what he does is sick!) What was I thinking, going into his mind? The idea of creating a servant in England was a good one, but Renfield is obviously the wrong person. Did I mention the bug thing?
10. August
Blood being the only thing that I can digest, I long ago developed a taste for certain kinds. Young virgin women are especially tasty and England seems to be full of them! There are two women whom are out every day and I have begun working on the one named Lucy Westerna, calling to her as she sleeps. Why does she keep saying, “Just five more minutes?”
11. August
I finally drank Lucy’s blood tonight (it was quite delicious). Feeling mischievous lately, I’ve decided to make her a vampire as well. I would have finished the process, except that her friend Mina interrupted us. Damned women’s intuition! I’ll just have to search Lucy out again later.
12. August
The traditional ways are often the best. I persuaded Lucy’s mother to invite me into her home by pretending to be a salesman selling chicken’s teeth. Silly upper-class woman, she doesn’t even know when she is being fooled. It would be much harder to do this to one of the villagers back home. In any case, I can now get to Lucy any time I want.
16. August
Things are going well with Lucy, although it is taking longer than I had planned to turn her into a vampire. Somehow she has will enough to keep clinging onto life.
I have become interested in her friend, Mina Murray. Let’s face it: Lucy is attractive, but somewhat of a ditz. Mina, on the other hand, has the mind of a man in the body of a woman. (Most definitely a womanly body!) If I managed to turn her, she would be good company during the centuries. I can just imagine the look on Harker’s face when I’ll pull that off! He’ll have that surprised expression, like he just swallowed a fly.
19. August
I paid another visit to Renfield tonight. He is still as annoying as ever but at least he wasn’t munching on bugs this time. Ugh. The director of the asylum that Renfield is confined in, Seward, is an interesting person; I may need to keep an eye on him. (Can always have Renfield be my spy.)
24. August
I decided to take a break from the Lucy project and instead be a tourist. After all, how am I to experience any of England if I spend all my time in Whitby, focused on just one thing? I shall travel around the country for a bit, looking at the other houses that I have bought and make sure that the coffins of earth are all right. (Also, I think I may have left my eyebrow tweezers in one of them.)
26. August
Never until now have I been grateful that I cannot eat as humans do; English food smells terribly bland and looks even more uninteresting! And I think I just saw a man with spinach stuck between his front teeth.
It was terribly easy to lure a young man into an alley when I became hungry. All I had to do was tell him that I had seen something strange around the corner and then give him the vampire eye. Followed me just like a little, stupid puppy dog full of yummy blood. After I was done I just left him there; I’m sure somebody will clean it up in the morning.
30. August
It’s cloudy and dark enough in England that I can sometimes go out during the day. But I can only be out for a half-hour, mostly covered, and even then I still have terrible sunburn. At least I got to see some places that are not open during the night. (Fortunately, bars do not fall into that category.)
2. September
So many interesting inventions in this country! There are things here that nobody in Transylvania has ever dreamed of. The humans back home spend too much time growing garlic and searching out treasures marked by blue fires. (That is an excellent way to lure my prey; greed overcomes fear every time.) I find it humorous that the English can know so much about science and yet know so little about creatures such as vampires that can cause them so much harm.
Some old woman this evening commented that the large collar on my cape looks ridiculous. The nerve! Well, I showed her, even though she was far too scrawny and tough. I’ll return in just a moment—something is stuck between my teeth.
7. September
No sooner do I return from my vacation when I find out that things started going to pieces the moment I left. I should have known something like this would happen! Murphy’s Law just keeps on existing, even after Murphy was killed. Seward brought in some friend of his who is also a doctor, Abraham Van Helsing. Somehow, this man knows about vampires and was able to start undoing all the careful changes that I had made to Lucy. Damn! Now I shall have to work twice as hard to catch up.
To Be Continued
