Journals and Diaries

Elena’s Diary

“Dear Diary, Today will be different. It has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. My smile will say, “I’m fine, thank you. Yes, I feel much better.” I will no longer be the sad little girl who lost her parents. I will start fresh, be someone new. It’s the only way I’ll make it through.”

“Dear Diary, this morning was different. There’s change. I can sense it…feel it. For once, I don’t regret the day before it begins. Because I know I will see him again. For the first time in a long time, I feel good”

“Dear Diary, I am not a believer. People are born, they grow old, and then they die. That’s the world we live in. How can I deny what’s right in front of me? Someone who never grows old, never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can’t be explained. Girls bitten, bodies drained of blood…”

Stefan’s Diary

“I lost control today. Everything I’ve kept buried inside came rushing to the surface. I’m simply not able to resist her.”

“I am awake. For the first time in a long time, I feel completely and undeniably wide awake. I welcome the day. Because I know I will see her again.”

Jonathon Gilbert’s Journal

“The Fell family believed it should be I, not them, who protected the witch’s spell book. But I feared she would haunt me from the hereafter. They mocked my fear but it was Giuseppe Salvatore who removed my fear. He told me he would protect the secret of the spell book. He said he would carry it to his grave.”

“The wood from one tree and one tree alone, an ancient white oak, would bring death to an Original vampire. When the tree burned, all hope was thought lost…But the ash from the tree was saved, and witches forged a dagger to which the ash could be bonded. This alchemic bond provided the necessary poison…”

“It must be brandished by humans alone, for it will bring death to all demons who wield it.”

Mason’s Journal

“My body is changing. I’m edgy, I’m angry, impatient. I get so mad, I black out and forget what I say or do. I’m not myself, not since Jimmy’s death. What’s happening to me?”

“I chose the garage. I could deadbolt the door. It was far from the street so no one could hear. I bolted hooks to the floor for the carabiners. I diluted wolfsbane with water to weaken myself, but I could barely get it down without puking. It felt like I was drinking battery acid. Hours passed and nothing happened. It got so quiet, I could hear my own blood pumping. That’s when…I kept thinking I’d black out and not feel it. But I did. I… I felt all of it. Unimaginable pain. I thought it would never end. It was the worst night of my life.”