November, 1993

Has a month really almost passed by since my last entry? It seems like only yesterday that I composed that poem. What a glorious tale of life mimicking art I have to tell, then. I've found her, the woman of my dreams!

Her name is Lilith Thompson, and not only is she the love of my life, but she saved my life last night. What's more incredible than that is the reason why ... she's a vampire!

Dear Diary,
I just can't seem to sleep tonight, er ... this morning, as it is about 2 A.M. as I write this. And I doubt that it's just a matter of excitement, though that is part of it. You see, it finally happened tonight. I was killed by a bullet in the chest, but Lilith's blood inside me brought me back as a vampire.