Sorry I have been gone for so long. Who am I apologizing to anyways? I am writing to myself essentially. Alas, I feel the need to apologize, and therefore I have!

I have been watching movies about vampires for weeks. I am exhausted. It took a while just to find a way to watch them. I found a TV and a generator that worked off gas. I had to find gas for it to run so that the TV would work to watch the movies.

Man, the things I took for granted!

And now to go through my research notes. I must take my time. See if I can set out a plan.

Meanwhile, I am again very very hungry. Rachel is here...

Man I had to fight myself to not eat up Rachel. I am so hungry. I am so starving. What am I going to do? She just smiles up at me. she melts my heart.

What is left of it.

I feel like screaming.

7 coffins of dirt... hmm. I never tried that...

Nosferatu...

Sorry I have been gone a couple of days. Does it really matter? I am talking to my own diary, right? I guess I think I should make an entry daily. Oh well.

Anyways, I have been researching in the library regarding transforming myself into a human. I was wondering it had ever been done successfully? Wow. That might be a great thing.

The last human and last vampire together. And what a pair we are, eh?

Well I guess physically I would be about 20 if I were human. So I have time. I think she should grow up and maybe such a transformation, if it is possible at all, would be when we are around the same age.

So I started watching all the vampire movies I could find... still going on that. I will have to keep you (heh, myself, really) posted.

Well I won't go into the gory details of that! I am not a mean person, but I HAD to rip apart that wolf that was scratching at the door. An advantage to being a vampire is an animalistic ability to protect! The wolf was not only dangerous, but it had the sickness. I don't know if it can spread to humans, but I was not about to find out.

And Rachel seems to be getting better. She wanted food. I found some chicken broth in a can that I heated up and fed to her. Hopefully it will work better than the baby food I found.

I've got to see if I can find some sustinance for me! So hungry! I have discovered that chicken blood sometimes is ok, though it gives me this odd bloated and nauseated feeling. Kind of like what I used to have when I was human - the lactose intolerance feeling. But its better than nothing.

These silly little posts and comments! Who am I writing to anyway? There is no-one that I have been able to find (besides Rachel) in the last year. But I guess they keep me occupied and help me figure out my thoughts.

And so, I am off, in search of chicken. Bleah!

Oh boy she got so sick from that food. It was gross. She was throwing up constantly! She would not eat anything, would not drink anything. The last two days have been very very tiring. She is just sleeping and sleeping.

And I am just watching her. Wondering about my future, and her future... What will we do? What will happen? Neither of us can mutiply, right? What if I made her into a vampire.

Well then we would both be starving eternally, right? Unless we figured out space travel? That could lead to something? Maybe there is food out there somewhere.

Hey, what is that noise outside? I hear something scraping and shuffling outside.

Be right back...

And so I spent several hours trying to figure out something I could make. Without any ingredients, it was pretty much a pointless task.

Instead I just went around the city looking in the old grocery stores for whatever was still on the shelves. Man, they were dusty and dirty, but I found a whole section of baby food in jars! What luck! Maybe I can feed that to her until I figure out something else!

And so I was feeding her crushed peas (yuck! She thought so too!), sweet potatoes and other mashed food. Well, she ate it. Hopefully it doesn't make her sick.

She is now off sleeping.

And I am starving.

But everytime I would think of draining her, I would come back to my senses. Dang those senses!

But why. Why why why did the two of us end up like this? One mortal, one immortal. Things were nifty back in the day when food (he he, human blood) was plentiful. Back around whenever they got sick, I caught it too. But all I got was a nasty cold-like illness that went away after a day or so.

I didn't mind the slightly old blood for a bit. I tried to find ways to save and preserve it, but it was hard and did not last long.

Meanwhile, I can't starve to death, but starving certainly is a type of eternal torture! I have been hungry-starving for about a year.

And I still am, because little Rachel barely is able to provide a sip for me.

Well, there ain't no shortage of books around! So I found a couple of cookbooks. Of course they assume you can just skip on down to the local market to get the items. Nope, I have to hunt them down! Even the simpliest task of cooking a meal for her is going to take me a while.

Plus I am not a fast reader, sigh...

And then I had to set out to figure out how to take care of a small child. Well at least she had teeth and could walk! That was a relief. I don' t think I could have done much otherwise.

So I should be able to find something she would eat, right?

And she cried all the time! Screaming for her mommy. Oh come on! She saw what happened to her mommy. Mommy is not coming back! I try to tell her that, but she just cries louder. Sigh.

I could just drain her. That would shut her up....

So what did I decide then? A sip? A big drink? It was very tempting and I fought with myself about it for a while. But starving is an aweful feeling. I had to think about the future, right? She would get bigger if I fed her, right? She would kind of be an unlimited flow of blood, but I had to time it right. Can't take too much. But when I start to drink, it's so hard to stop!

And so I sipped. A little sip. Ok, it was a gulp. I think I almost killed her. She got pretty white. I HAD to stop. It was hard.

Should I then give her a name? Should I call her something?

I like the name Rachel.

Her name will be Rachel.

Today is my first entry

How do I start? How do I continue? This is the story of my life as it has transpired, thus far. How to make a long story short? Can't. I don't even know who I am writing to. As far as I know, there is no-one left on Earth anyways.

Did the story start when I was born? No, I don't think so. See, long ago something happened to all the humans on Earth. I don't know exactly how or what. But they are all gone. Some virus, I think. Happened a year ago I guess.

Meanwhile, as a bloodsucker, I have been starving for months. And I can't die. So what am I to do? Am I supposed to kill myself? I am not suicidal. And I can't starve to death.

But all is not lost. A few months ago something different happened. I was going along, starving as usual, when I heard screaming. Wow. I hadn't heard that in a while. And there, on the other side of a little mound, I found a child sitting next to its dead mother. She was crying and screaming. I have never had kids, so I could not tell you how old she was, but my guess would be maybe three.

And so what was I to do? The last edible human. She could very well be the last one.

So should I just drain her then and there to quench my thirst? Or harvest somehow? How to grow a child? Beyond me! I guess I had better figure it out.

Meanwhile, maybe I could have just a sip...