I was born in England in the year of 1330 I do not remember much of my childhood as it has been so long, though I know it was a happy one. I was the youngest of 11 and my brothers were all old enough to join the King’s army and go to fight in the wars. I was taken as an apprentice under a “warlock” he had taken interest in my special abilities he said that I had, though I did not understand until later in my life exactly what he meant.

   My mother and father I passed away three months before my 19^th birthday, both of them had gotten the Black Death, the last few weeks of their lives were painful. But I, I was not affected by this plague that was purging the lands. And this was something I did not understand. Over the years I had become affectionate to my teacher, no not in the sexual manor but that I had grown to be a bit dependent upon him. He provided to me studies and everything that I really needed. Though he would set me straight when I would do something off the wall or question him.

     His name shall not be spoken here, as it is not of importantance to any mortal ears that may one day find this journal of mine. It was October 1331 when my life changed on the night of the 2^nd my teacher had come to me and asked me to go sit and watch the sun set, to always remember it along with all that happens in the day time. I was not sure exactly why at this time that he asked me to do this but I soon learned why. The next day, October 3^rd 1331, my teacher came to me and told me that it was time for me to learn more, and that night he took me into his arms embracing him as his child. I died that night, a most painful death, I recall the ecstasy at first, the sudden rush of my body being against his, the coolness was delightful, then I felt the darkness take over and I lost my consciousness, it was not long before I felt him close to me once more, his voice was soothing and he told me what was about to happen, and whispered the laws that I would be required to follow for the rest of my days. I was weak and wanted to live, my desires to live were strong and I agreed to the laws and then I tasted something, at first it was bitter, then it became almost sweet. It was blood and I drank it hungrily and eagerly.

     Then it came, like the thief in the night, the pain it was strong and I felt my body yearning for the blood it was so used to, to air and the things it needed to sustain life. Those things were no longer there and my body ached and it was long, as if slowly being suffocated.

I died.