Warren’s Diary
Warren’s Diary
Lena has had me stationed here for the past six months.
Apparently, the Authority is convinced that the influence of drugs, alcohol, and a rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle will help ease the human mind to accept that vampires are real.
I have my doubts—it seems to me they all just think it is a weird fever dream.
In a few years, I am sure we will be cast out, and anyone who claims to be a supernatural creature will once again be hunted.
I feel Lena in my head sometimes, rooting around to make sure I’m okay.
She never speaks, keeping in contact through letters that magically appear and float down into my hands.
I miss her voice, but I know my banishment will not last forever.
In the meantime, I am stuck writing to you—my only friend, an inanimate object who cannot leave me—and sending letters by the postal service since I have no magical ability.
Immortality is a useless gift when you have no one to share it with.
I am, however, thoroughly enjoying my stay here.
I recently met a man who asked if I knew who Jesus was.
He said they were baptizing people in the ocean!
It was a fascinating conversation to see the modern-day people speak about something I hold dear myself.
I admit that it had been a long time since I cried out to God, but the young man’s enthusiasm reignited something within me.
Perhaps my salvation is a lost cause. I surmised as much a long time ago. But I find myself turning back to what once gave me comfort. My loneliness persists, but so do I.
– Warren