What about telling me what happened to you today, I’m your diary after all…

Good point there. So let’s start by putting a date to this…

May 12th

Okay, so Anne, today was more or less a regular day. Mom dragged me out of bed. I think that she’s getting used to my nocturnal habits. The finals are in three weeks from now and I can’t bust them. I’ve been using part of my nights to study and I managed to correct the trend of bad marks that followed my transformation.

I had a quick breakfast, recently I’m into coffee and waffles. The hot coffee reminds me of blood and I think that caffeine has a slight effect on me and the waffles are to make Mom happy. On the way to school I met with Lila, we talked about University answers. She got one positive from a local institution. She said it would be better because this way she would stay to live with her parents, but I know that she’s actually pretty disappointed. I can’t blame her.

When we finally arrived at school the bell was ringing so we rushed into our respective classroms. The morning was quite dull. At noon, I went to the locker room, tucked myself on a bench and started to sleep. When I woke up, Amalia, the head cheerleader was going through her locker.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” she replied.

I think Amalia is getting a bit addicted to my bite. Not consciously, of course, she never remembers when I feed off her. But she must have associated those meetings we have in the locker room with fading memories of **** pleasure, and of course with her panties being soaked. She has been sneaking on me like this for the last few months. I don’t want to take too much from her because despite her bad attitude she’s a nice girl deep down and although I am a vampire, I don’t like to kill people, at least not the ones that don’t deserve it. Mind you the notion of deserving is quite relative.

Since my last feeding from her was around the beginning of last week I decided to have a quick bite before we both had to go back to class.

“Hey Amy, do you have a soap to lend me?”

I love Amalia’s beauty cabinet. Her father works in a perfume store and she always has those delicious small round French soaps bar that come in all colors and aromas.

“A soap?”

“Yes I forgot mine at home and I seriously need to hit the showers.”

She looked at me puzzled as I slowly bended her will for her to join me.

“Yes of course,” she finally said, “I was actually going to take a shower myself.”

There you go.

A few minutes later we were both naked in the large shared showers. Her hair full of shampoo, I looked at her. I really love Amalia’s body. All the exercise… I stepped out of my shower and joined her under hers.

“Sandra!”

She tried to protest but I could feel that the same part of her subconscious that forces her to come and wake me up every other day to get her fix is telling her to let it slide. With my fingers I brushed through her long wet hair. I tip toed to reach her lips and planted a quick silencing kiss on her lips. I let her go. To the aroma of the French soap mixed the most delicious fragrance, the smell of the pussy of fresh young girl blossoming. She parted her lips and let out a faint moan.

I didn’t check my watch and I didn’t have clue how long I had slept, not wanting to be late to Geology class, I decided to take the quick route. I dropped to my knees, lifted her leg and slipped a couple of fingers into her magical cave. She stretched back in pleasure offering me her perfectly shaven pubis just a few inches away from my face. I could have bitten her there but I turned around, lifted my lip and sank my fangs into her thigh.

The thigh is a good place to bite, no bones, a great artery and so close to the delicious smell of that intimate place we all have. The pubis on the other hand is bit harder to bite. On top of that Amalia is a squirter and I’m not too fond of my blood ending up mixed with too abundant vaginal secretions. A bit gives it flavor but too much will drown the taste.

Amalia was quite happy with my choice as she made it abundantly clear tearing a couple of strands of hair from my skull. Her blood is quite pure, not yet polluted by the **** and fat the rest of the kids **** off today. After a few seconds I licked the wound and let her leg go.

I stepped out of her shower and went to mine. I cleaned, dried myself and got dressed. When the bell rang, Amalia was still looking blankly at the wall. I smiled before rushing into the hallways toward the biology lab.

The rest of the afternoon went uneventful. After school I came back home and had a nap. My mother woke me up for dinner. After the news, I excused myself for the evening and then I started studying.

Around three, I was browsing through a box of things that Dad took down from the attic last weekend for me to sort and either throw, sell or keep and I found this old diary that my aunt offered to me on a birthday a few years ago. It has a smiling witch riding her broom, a large pumpkin and a caped Dracula on the cover.

I start to write and that’s how you were born, my dear Anne…

Anyway I need to sleep for a bit, hopefully I can write something tomorrow, or maybe the next day.

Good night Anne.