Derrick Leuk. Journal entry #244. Volume #362.
Saturday 31 August 1991
Today is the 349th anniversary of my 29th birthday - the anniversary of my turning. In all of my years of existence, I have never seen anything quite like what I saw today.
Jacqueline wanted to take me out today for a “feast” to celebrate what she calls my “last year of youth”. I can’t really see how she thinks that being 375 years old is still considered “young”, but I did not object. I had not eaten since last Monday.
Jacqueline took me to a city in the United States - I think she called it “Las Angeles”. I was a little edgy from my hunger, and flying from France all the way to some random city in the western part of the United States didn’t improve anything. Once we arrived, I could feel my instincts attempt to take over reason from the mass amount of people surrounding the two of us. And, although that in itself was strange, it wasn’t the highlight of the trip.
Jaque led me to a very dense part of town and told me to pull a “Hollywood”. We were behind a night club with a dark alley beside it. I had never actually been to a night club before, as strange as it sounds. I had always wanted to use Hollywood’s most popular way to depict a “Vampire’s” feeding habits, and Jaque knew it.
It wasn’t long until I had drained thirteen people dry and threw them in the dumpster in the back of the alley. When I turned to retrieve a fourteenth one I saw a young woman staring at me in shock. To keep her from telling anyone else about me, I began to chase her. I had never been so careless before to let someone see me dispose of a body.
I followed her all the way to a nearby park before I tackled her to the ground draining her quickly. It wasn’t until I pulled my teeth from her neck that I noticed the cries of a young child nearby. I lowered the woman’s body to the ground slowly, and looked to my left to see a small girl not too far away crying out desperately in pain. I assumed that the woman I had just killed was holding onto her and dropped her as I tackled her. I hadn’t noticed the child before that moment. I was too interested in killing the woman to notice.
I studied the girl as I took a few steps to bridge the gap between us. Her left arm and leg were beginning to bruise, and I assumed that they were both broken on impact. As I crouched down next to her, I realized that she must’ve been at least two years old. Her small head had a very thin covering of stick-straight blonde hair that seemed almost translucent from its lack of pigment. And, although her skin was very pale, I quickly realized that she wasn’t albino. Her eyes were a very unique grey color. It reminded me of the color of an ocean during a storm. They were beautiful.
I knew that I would have to end her life just in case she was old enough to tell someone what had happened, but when I brought my face to her small neck I pulled away. I couldn’t kill her. She was too young, and those eyes...
I'm going to take Pleuvoir to Victoria tomorrow. I couldn't leave her there in the park, and I definately can't keep her here. I want her to be able to grow up as normal as possible... Then I'll come back for her once she's old enough.
Derrick Leuk
