Dear Diary,
My God, a year has almost passed by since my last entry. Either I'm getting truly lazy or immortality really does play havoc with a vampire's sense of timing.

I'm writing to update you on, practically, my first year as a vampire.

I still haven't gone back to school. I'm making enough money as a bartender to be comfortable. Anytime that I really needed any funds, Lilith was quick to offer assistance. This only happened once -- I bought a new multimedia Pentium-based computer. As a result, I am typing this entry into version 2.0 of McJournal.

Speaking of which, Lilith has started using McJournal to keep her own diary. She plans to not only keep up-to-date entries, but she wants to write down the events that have shaped her undead life these last 301 years. I look forward to peering over her shoulder as she writes away.

Anna and Chris recently remodeled their kitchen in the old house next door. Lilith paid for the renovation as a wedding gift. Yes, they finally got hitched ... their way. They handfasted in a small ceremony in the temple down in their basement.

Not many people were invited, seeing as how space was limited. But of course, Lilith and I were there. As were all five members of their new coven. Yes, they decided to start their own coven, Shadows of the Blue Moon, named in my honor.

As for me, I haven't really changed much in a year. I still haven't developed the ability to enter sunlight, or to even be awake during the daytime, but Lilith continues to assure me that it will happen. Since I only take blood from her, and a drink or two at work every now and then, she believes that it will inevitably happen. I hope so.

Not that I don't like the night. I've grown extremely fond of the shadows. They seem to have a life all of their own. Everyone lets their hair down and just has fun as they try to forget about their troubles of the day.

As for my hunger for blood ... it seems to slowly increase, month by month. Whenever I need to feed, Lilith is always there to provide for me. But it is more than nourishment that she willingly gives.

I do worry though ... I worry what will happen when the hunger rises and Lilith isn't here. She knows the possibility exists, and has taught me how to hunt in the shadows, and how not to leave marks or memories.

I worry that while in a blood frenzy that I might accidentally kill for blood. She's taught me how to keep my head about me and know when to stop so that they still have enough to keep them alive. Drink from more than one if the hunger demands more, she's said. But will I be able to control the Beast within?

Do you know what I'm worried most about? If I should give into the bloodlust and kill for blood, I'm afraid to be too close to anyone I know ... especially Chris or Anna.

I'm still the same old Don, but what kind of monster might I be inside? For the blood is the life and blood is the only thing that will satisfy the Hunger of the Beast.

Be careful what you wish for.

What did I wish for? I wished for Lilith's Kiss.

Lilith's Love, Light, and Peace are what I find -- in Lilith's Kiss.