I was seven when I relized I was differnt. The pain of being immortal dramitized my life. I was a vampire, I knew it just like my friends knew. I ran the streets at night looking for prey. But not human prey, animal prey. The thought of eating a human being made my stomach quiver. My own mother was afraid of me, she was mortal. My father was the vampire that passed this disease onto me. One time I held a cross against my hand just to feel the pain. It releived me of my hunger. Part of me is still human, that is why I refuse to eat humans. My human part is the weakest part in my body. But my vampire part makes me stronger then ten solders. My friends claim I can kick buffy's ass. I laugh because Buffy's friends are so much like mine.I write to you today in my Vampire Journal.