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!

Honest to God, it's true. However, she's not the dark, evil, fiend of the night of Hollywood. She is the sweetest, most honest soul I've met. I get the impression that she's done things she's been ashamed of, but no one's perfect ... though I'd say she's close. She's quite the seductress, and I'm not blind to that, though I know her love for me is genuine.

How can I know this? Our love is the most transcendent of all kinds ... it's everlasting. I am the reincarnation of her former husband from 300 years ago ... before she became a vampire.

It all makes sense now ... my dreams must have been subconscious memories from my past life. I've been given the chance to be with my true love once again. Almost like my poem suggests, I have found her finally and we shall never be apart again.

What is almost too incredible is the fact that in my former incarnation, as Alexander DuBois, I practiced witchcraft. My nickname was Xander, the name I definitely recall from my dreams. While it excites me to know that I have roots to Chris' beliefs, it saddens me that this apparently was my demise ... as I was hung for being a witch.

I plan to do some research into the Salem Trials, including the date July 31, 1693. This was when Lilith said I died. If nothing else, I'll use it as a starting point for my research.

Before I finish this entry, I do want to stress that Lilith is not unique. Other vampires exist, even here in Phoenix. She has even found some new friends here, besides mortals like myself. Now, I don't want to leave the impression that all vampires have gotten some bad rep and really are all kind, helpful people. There are darker, sinister members of her kind here.

One such creature attacked me last night, causing Lilith to reveal her true nature to me as she saved my life from this vampire. What frightened me most about this evil that ripped into my chest, was that she was someone I once knew ... in this lifetime.

It was Chris' old steady, Mary Jane Hill. I'm going to have to find out what "Dope" is doing in town and why she caused the scene last night.

Speaking of which, I looked in the mirror this morning and I saw no scars on my chest. For that matter, I couldn't find any marks on my neck from Lilith's "kiss" last night. Apparently, the healing process is truly accelerated by her blood flowing through me.

I owe her my life, and I pledge her my love. She and I are one, and I look forward to spending forever in her embrace.