Journal of Jadyn Hill

[Jadyn Hill (DELETED 6558)]

Day One Night One

I don't know the whole story. I just need to get that off my chest before we go any further. I've spent the better part of the night trying to piece everything together.

• What happened to me?
  
  How did this happen?
  
  What am I?

Fragments of my memories come floating back every so often. I remember leaving my home behind, sick and angry at my surroundings. I had no destination when I left. I just wanted to leave. So I did. I left my home and everyone who knew me behind, and I felt...free. I spent days traveling without any idea what to do. Finding a new place to settle down never entered my mind. I was too engrossed in the freedom of my travels that I ended up thinking very little on the things that should matter. Whatever those things are.

My travels led me to this place. Harper Rock. Instead of hopping on the next bus to wherever, I decided to spend a night here. I was feeling adventurous. Brave. Daring. I wanted to participate in desires I had kept hidden within since their initial discovery. My plan had been to spend a night in this city and leave the following morning.

That plan didn't work. Obviously.

I remember being out in the city street well past sun down. I remember the taste of alcohol accompanying me that night. Things get hazy, but I remember how I felt. Happiness. Whatever happened after the fog in my mind settled, I had been happy.

My memories are more concrete later on. I remember feeling cold when I awoke from that haze. I couldn't shake the chill no matter how hard I tried. I remember someone speaking to me, throwing words in my face.

• Death.
  
  Vampire.
  
  Blood.

There's an ache that I cannot describe. I want to believe that I already know what it is, but that's a lie. It is not the desire I am used to feeling. It is something else. Something darker. It sits at the forefront of my mind, whispering in my ear. I want to give in to it. I want to follow its led, but every time I start to fall I see its wicked smile.

The sun is returning and I feel the weight of this evening settling upon my shoulders. Sleep beckons, and I will not resist.

What am I?

[Jadyn Hill (DELETED 6558)]

Day Five Night Five

I started a new life. That's what I've been told to call it. A new life. I can't say the truth out loud. It's against the rules. I can't say vampire, but that's what I am. That's what happened to me. I came to Harper Rock for a night of fun and ended up becoming a vampire. One question is answered. It feels...well...better than not knowing anything at all.

On my third night in this new life I met my Sire. The one who brought me into this new life. She reached out to me and that's when she gave the run down of the basics. This whole new life. It was all weird. How long will this all seem weird and strange to me? To the others they act as if all of this is normal. Hopefully I will reach that point. It's...frustrating to be in a world that I'm only starting to understand. But at least I'm not completely alone in this. Plus I have somewhere safe to sleep now. That's a plus, right?

Kennedy's (sire) mate, Mordechai, has been helping me get stronger. He's been having me kill zombies. Yeah. Zombies. Apparently those exist too. I've been spending nights killing zombies left and right. I think I'm getting stronger. Or maybe I just think I'm getting stronger. I dunno. But when I kill these things, these zombies, I can't help but enjoy the rush. Standing over the fallen decaying lump of flesh feels good. It feels almost right.

But the zombies smell awful. Nasty. No matter how much I scrub my skin clean or wash my clothes, I can still smell the stench of rotting flesh. It clings to me. But I'm not strong enough yet to move on to bigger prey. I'm still weak and still learning. To be honest, I don't even know what to do after I've graduated from zombie slaying.

I wish I had a drink. Not blood. Well, maybe blood. But I meant a real drink. The hard stuff. Now would be the perfect time to get insanely drunk. But, of course, I can't do that. In my new life I can't eat or drink. Blood is the only thing we're supposed to consume. How long will it take before the urge to eat and drink passes?

The sun will rise soon and my body feels heavy. I need sleep. I have some safety, at least. For that I am grateful.