Diary of a Forgotten Daughter

[Lofyn (DELETED 481)]

Lofyn had never invested in something so girlish as a diary before in her life. That was what made this trip to the local bookstore different than any of her previous visits.

She greeted the woman at the counter as one would a friend. As a book lover greeted a fellow book lover.

"So, Marie," the human woman at the counter said, using Lofyn's typical alias for human shops, inspired by the white feline of Aristocats, "what are you after today?"

Lofyn laughed, taking care not to bare her fangs, and said, "What would you recommend to a first-time diary purchaser, Lisa?"

The human grinned, turning to gesture to the wall of shelves behind the counter. The top four shelves were covered in different styles of leather-bound, blank books. "Pick up a book and a pencil and start writing."

Lofyn's eyes focused in on a book with a motif of waves, blue waves, on its cover. She pointed to it. Lisa handed it over. Lofyn flipped through the blank white pages, seeing the card stock it held to place beneath your current page to keep things in line, and said, "How much?"

Lisa told her the price. Lofyn dug in her purse, shoving aside the baggie in which she contained a small number of zombie pinkie fingers to extract the appropriate amount of cash. "You have a good day, now, Marie!"

"You, too, Lisa," Lofyn replied, clutching the diary to her chest as she made her way back to the apartment she was currently staying in.

June 29, 2013

Diary,

I've decided to begin confiding in something. Something that won't judge me. And for me, that's a leather-bound diary. These blank white pages are my new refuge from the insanity in Harper Rock.

My name used to be long and pretty. Vivianna Mia Devin. My mother hated me even before I died. My stepdad wished I would die. Only my little brother, Tyler, was a place of solace in those days, the only person I could talk to. I had my dance, my swimming, and school other than that, but no one else listened to me. Just him. Just Tyler.

After dying and reawakening as a vampire, I kind of found myself...lost. I had a new family. A new mother figure. Hariasa. A woman once known as Stella Blake. She's the closest I've ever had to a mother. She encourages me to be my best self. Of course, with Fifth Column and her constant silences, I hardly ever see her now. She's also got her husband, Chad.

That reminds me. The KoPs. Knights of...something. Chad started it when I was younger to this life. God, has it been two years? We're getting really close to the two year anniversary of me being the childe of Hariasa, grandchilde of Amaranthia, great-grandchilde of Mircea. My heart hasn't beat in two years.

And I'm still a virgin. How can I not have gotten around to that, you might ask? Well, in school, I was the fly on the wall. No one looked at me. B average. Never went to a party. Kept to myself unless I was on stage. Never tried out for water polo or the swim team because I liked my invisibility. Sports would have given me an unnecessary spotlight. I wanted to make sure my mother had no reason to try and destroy my reputation, or give my stepfather something easily exploitable.

The only person I've really had interest in since my turning is a married man. His name's Killian. He's from Ireland originally. This last time I died as a vampire, he was the only one who gave me the encouragement I could have used to remain alive. But no, the owls just had to swoop in and destroy me. **** them.

Killian retrieved my body. Apparently, I died not to far from his house. Just one more way I think he's so damn hot. He's loyal. And that's why I won't ask him to betray his wife. His loyalty is maybe the hottest thing about him.

Goddess of infidelity indeed.

Better cut this off before I start rattling.

Lofyn