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Wednesday, October 27, 2004

My name is Caroline. And i am a vampire. I did choose to be one, but most of us hardly choose that kind of fate. I guess you could say im happy. I don't despise being a vampire. But i don't really enjoy it either, not after being one for so long. I don't know Dracula or Akasha, for they do not exist. Or if they did, i never met them. I did meet a Lestate once. He was a really kind old farmer and a very simple man. not at all like Mrs. Rice's Lestat. Who was cunning and brilliant.
My story begins on the day of my wedding to Lord Harrington. He was a very simple man aw well, but he would provide well and in that day, being provided for was the way things were. There was none of this marry for love ideals. You wed to the person who would provide for you the best. Harrington was that person.
But back to my tale. I was getting dressed in this in this 18th century gown. It has been my favorite wedding dress yet. When i heard a knock @ my door.

"Lady Caroline?"

"Yes."

"There is a gentleman by the name of Lord Fraizer here to speak to you on behalf of Lord Harrington."

"Send him in."

Now Lord Fraizer was a very smart man. We would have lond talks in the evenings after supper. He was the sort of man i would have rather married, but alas, he would not have provided well. He was always so drab looking, very pale. He never kept up with himself.

"Lady Caroline? Are you decent?"

"You can enter Lord Fraizer. I am decent enough."

"Ah Caroline, you are the image of perfection."

"You are too kind Fraizer. You look stunning all dressed up."

"I appreciate the compliment."

"So what is the message Lord Harrington has for me?"

"He says that he is excited to be your future husband and that he wishes for many happy years with you."

"How sweet of him."

"Caroline?"

"Yes."

"Do not marry him."

"I have to. I made a promise."

"But you do not love him."

"I know. But i can learn to."

"You shouldn't have to. Let's leave now and disappear together."

"You konw i will not do that. I could not do that to Lord Harrington. He's a good man and will make a great husband. I am sorry, but i cannot."

"Then i shall leave you to your final preparations. May your wedding be a beautiful one."

As he left a sort of numb feeling spread across my body. Was i truly ready to be married? It is not like i had much choice. I am lucky to be wed to such a nice man who treats me wonderfully. He would do anythign i asked him to do. Yes, he is the one whom i should be with.
The wedding was beautiful.. White everywhere with touches of color here and there. The ceremony went smoothly and the cake was delicious. I could not have done it better.
We went to ur spring cottage for our honeymoon. It was just perfect. Fraizer wrote me a couple times while we were there. But i never got a chance to write him back. I ran out of time to do so.

It was a cool evening the night i met Hunter. I was swinging on the back porch doing nothing when i felt someone's eyes upon me. I looked around and saw noone. I figured that i was just imagining things. A few minutes later i heard a cracking sound. I looked up and saw a handsomely dressed man standing in front of me.

"Hello."

"My dear ma'am. I do apologize for the intrusion. I had walked to the front and knocked on the door, but no answer. So i walked back here and found you sitting here so prettily. I do apologize if i have startled you in anyway."

"You did not sir. But, you are you?"

"My name is Hunter. I live next door to you. I have been meaning to come by and say my hello's, but i do not get out much during the day."

"Well, its nice to meet you Hunter. My name is Caroline. I live here with my husband."

"Where is your husband?"

"He is in town with some friends."

"He left you her all alone?"

"I chose to stay. His friends bore me."

"Why's that?"

"Their simple men. They live off daddy's money. So they need not wok any. So they bore me."

"Ah. so you stay here alone, with your thoughts until the hour is latea nd you tire, in which case you then to to bed. Am i right?"

"Well, yes. Sometimes i read. But it is hard to get new books out here."

And for awhile we sat in silence, just enjoying each others compnay. Thinking of things to say and not having the need to. Time passed on and i felt myself drift off to sleep. When i awoke i knew that Hunter had left. So i went inside and stayed in for the night.
Over the next few days my thoughts traveled to Hunter. The way he mysteriously showed up and how comfortable i was around him.
Then one evening, not unlike the night i met Hunter, did i feel the same feeling of being watched. I once again opened my eyes to find noone there. I felt a ping of sadness for i had hoped it was Hunter. I looked at the clock and decided to go in for the night when i heard a cracking and turned to see Hunter, even more handsome than before.

"Hello Lady Caroline."

"You can just call me Caroline."

"Very well. How are you?"

"Fairly well. Yourself?"

"A little tired. I have been gone for the past few days traveling. I meant to mention it to you, but you fell asleep. You looked so peaceful, i did not want to disturb you."

"Hunter, do you want to come in and have some tea? I usually have a cup before bed."

"I would be delighted to Caroline."

And so we sat in the living room, drinking our tea and talking of things. There was never any specific topic, just talking. We talked about ourselfs and we talked of our dreams. WE talked all night and then he left. He said he would see me again the following night if it was alright. I said yes, of course.

This went on for many weeks. I would wait outside for him and invite him in for tea and we sould talk for hours. By the end of the first month of living there, Harrington had decided that he wanted to move there permanently. so we made the arrangements and here i stayed until the day i died.
I was glad that we stayed at the cottage. I would never have fallen in love if i did not. And i fell deeply in love with Hunter. We both fell in love.
Now, i should tell you now, that Hunter was the one who changed me.
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