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Paul made me a few drinks today. One was duck's blood, another pig's blood, and one was a blend of cow's blood and pig's blood. The blend was a strange one, I didn't really like it. The duck's blood was a little sourish. He refused to tell me what kind of blood I was drinking until I had sampled all three. I don't know how he got the idea for blending bloods. Paul's taste is a little adventurous.

Of blood and vampires and humans and sorrow.

Today I headed out to get a drink by myself. It's funny how quickly I've grown accustomed to drinking. Before, whenever I first headed out to get a drink, I used to be so nervous - shaking, worried that I might get caught. If the thirst hadn't been so bad, I would have just stayed in. But slowly, as things get easier, I get more confident - really, it's like driving! And then you just know what to do. It also helped when Peter, and then Paul, were around. And now I have no qualms about just heading out for a drink by myself.
But I'm digressing. As I was saying, I went out for a drink and decided to head down to the park. It varies, sometimes I go to the park, other times I go to a couple of other different streets. Both Peter and Paul have warned me never to go to the same place too many times, to always change my routine. Really, sometimes I feel like I'm a spy or a criminal. Anyway, I headed down to the park this time and it was pretty dark then, around eight thirty or so, and I saw this girl sitting on the bench alone. "Ah ha," I think to myself. "Dinner!" And I walked over to her. She turned and looked up at me, and I was just struck by how sad she seemed then.
And for some reason, I just said, "Hi."
"Hi," she said.
"Sorry," I said after a moment or two, "I, uh, was going to sit down, but I'll leave you alone."
"Na," she said. "It's okay. It's just that I've been having a rough day, is all." she sighed heavily. "Just thought I'd take a walk out to clear my head, you know what I mean?"
"I can understand rough days," I said sympathetically. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
She shrugged. "Nothing much to talk about. I mean, you can't change things that have happened."
"What happened?" I asked softly, sitting down.
"It's just that..." she looked away, "someone I loved very much died today."
"I'm sorry," I said. "That must be tough."
She let out a little laugh. "Yeah. Tough. It was pretty tough. I just keep wishing... I just keep wishing that I could see him again. Wish I could keep him alive."
I thought about my parents. If I could, if they had died later, if I had become a vampire sooner, would I have tried to keep them alive by turning them into vampires as well? But, somehow, it doesn't seem right. I mean, I didn't have all that much a choice in becoming a vampire and even though I hadn't minded becoming one, would I want to assume that responsibility for someone else? And then the thought occured to me, someday I might have to decide whether I wanted to turn someone into a vampire to keep them alive. Would it be better to keep them alive or to just let them die? Would it be going against fate...going against what they wanted to do? Jeez, I don't know.
"But I guess it was fate," said the girl, her words echoing my thoughts. "Just wish it wasn't so hard."
"I know," I agreed. "Life can be pretty hard sometimes." I got up to go. "I have to go now. I'm sorry. I hope you're going to be all right."
She smiled a little, it was a sad smile. "Don't worry about me, I'll be all right. Good bye."
"Bye," I said.
It was just one of those strange occurences....and I don't think it would ever have happened if I had been a human. A vampire-human occurence, just for a few brief moments, without the exchange of blood. Just two minds in the dark. Do these things happen often with other vampires and humans, I wonder, as I took the blood of a butcher on his way home. He smelt of meat and blood, but I'm used to that.

Jealousy!

I have just had the shock of my life.
Michael is actually jealous.
And guess who he's jealous of?
PAUL!!!
That really makes me laugh. I mean yeah, I can appreciate the fact that Paul is pretty cute and all but, honestly.
I mean, c'mon, Paul???
That's my best friend's boyfriend we're talking about! The vampire guy that I'm still not entirely sure I totally trust!
Give me a little credit here!
I started laughing when he said it was Paul he was jealous of, but when I saw his face, I stopped.
"You're serious?" I sputtered.
And then he started listing all his reasons. How we're always laughing over some "secret joke". How we sometimes give each other this look. How Paul and I look at each other when the other doesn't know it.
And you know, the way he says it, it really does sound like we could be having some passionate affair or something! But it's not really! I guess Paul and I sometimes look at one another in a reevaluating kind of way - well I know that's why I look at Paul sometimes, because I;m still trying to gauge what kind of guy he is. Whether he really is the harmless vampire that wouldn't hurt my best friend.
The jokes? The looks? Well, you can't share a blood meal once or twice without developing some sort of bond. But, honestly, it's all harmless, totally platonic. I mean, c'mon, Paul??? That'll be like me falling for Solz.
And I was just stunned and I didn't know what to say. Like, what can I say? "Oh, sweetie, you have nothing to worry about, we're not lovers, just vampires."
I just ended up doing my best to reassure him that I and Paul feel absolutely nothing for one another. "C'mon, you know, I hated the guy when we first met," I pointed out. Of course, I didn't mention that this was because he was a vampire. And Michael just looked kind of glum, like he thinks that maybe because we hated one another, we now loved each other. You know, that whole hate-love thing.
Gawd, it took forever to convince him that Paul and I definitely do not have a thing for one another. At first it was really sweet and flattering that he was jealous and all. After that, it got a bit like, "COME ON, IT'S PAUL!!!" Finally he came around and admitted he was kind of silly. But it's not his fault really, I mean, because he doesn't know that Paul and I are vampires.
Then the moment I got home, I snuck back out for a drink with Paul. After feeding on a couple of chicks (Paul's idea, I was too distracted thinking about Michael to argue), I told Paul about what had happened. He laughed so hard I think he snorted blood up his nose but I made him stop laughing by threatening to stab him with my keychain and he promised to be more "platonic" around me in front of Michael. And then he started laughing again.

Me vampire You human

Last night Paul and I had such a bad time finding people to drink from. It was raining and everyone was indoors and we're both picky eaters. We were lucky to find this couple - they were drunk and dancing in the rain and thinking they were so funny. We swooped down on them and their laughter stopped. At the end of it they didn't think it was so funny but they don't remember anything anyway. And now I know how red wine in blood tastes like. Paul insists it was semillon they were drinking but I know better.
Tonight Michael and I are heading out on a double date with Julie and Paul. Paul and I have agreed to meet up at six and go on a quick feed before the two of us rushes home to get ready and meet up again later with Michael and Julie. Sometimes I feel bad, keeping such a big secret from both Michael and Julie. I wonder if Paul feels the same?
Isn't it ironic, vampires and humans double dating? CBS should do a documentary on us or something. Maybe our own TV show. I should start writing a script. They'd ask me where I got my fabulous ideas from and I'll just laugh and say "Oh, I have no imagination, so I don't know." And then - if they were cute - I'd bite them.