Filed Under (Journal Entries) by Michael on 16-09-2009
Journal Entry – September 14, 2009
I watched the countryside roll past while I traveled by train from Baltimore to Boston. An evening travel with somber undertones, it marked what I deem to be the beginning of the end.
Sabrina had not been herself in years. While I held out hope for a long time that she would come around again, each year passed with little more than a steady cancer growing between us. The decade rolled from ninteen forty to nineteen fifty. One year into the new decade, I heard the sound of the inevitable approaching.
A choice laid in wait for me on the horizon, whether or not I cared to admit it. Would I remain beside Sabrina? We had been together for decades by ourselves until she turned a young, blonde-haired woman named Rose and made her a companion as well. I welcomed the newest addition with no small amount of resentment. Suddenly, my company was not good enough for the vampiress who gifted me death’s immortal kiss.
Still, I lingered. In part due to loyalty, but a wistful romanticism remained a part of it, too. While Sabrina sank deeper and deeper into abject apathy for anything other than her ambitions, I looked at her and thought of happier times. Waltzing through the streets of Paris after a fresh kill, their blood still warm in our veins while we laughed and carried on like lovers. Alighting from the boat to Japan, having just traversed China and taken in its culture and now ready for the next phase of the Orient. Arriving in the port of San Francisco… Read the rest of this entry »
Filed Under (Journal Entries) by Michael on 14-09-2009
Journal Entry – July 21, 2009
Tonight did not go exactly as planned.
I was shutting down my computer and splashing on a little cologne while preparing for a night out. The concept of dating still had me nervous and uncertain of myself as I had not engaged the ritual since my mortal days. I still did not know if I was ready for it. The rules had changed. Society changed. I pride myself on being perceptive enough about the way the world turns around me even if I don’t engage it on its terms. My book shelves still contain dusty, leather bound volumes, after all.
But that isn’t what I sat down to write about tonight. Read the rest of this entry »
Filed Under (Journal Entries) by Michael on 14-09-2009
Journal Entry – September 12, 2008
I never thought I would be having the discussion I did tonight with Katerina, or that she would respond as favorably as she did. As strange as this is to confess, I think I might be infatuated with her.
Her mortal heart still beats with blood running through her veins, but the woman I have started to become acquainted with more and more these days might as well possess fangs. Nothing I told her about being a vampire deterred her from pleading with me for entrance into our coven. What’s more, in her, I saw something of a reflection. As I consider our talks, I can’t help but to think of what happened to me over a hundred years ago. Read the rest of this entry »
Filed Under (Journal Entries) by Michael on 14-09-2009
Journal Entry – June 7, 2003
Charles asked me tonight why I still use the name Robin. I confess the inquiry took me aback at first. Why not use it? I have done so for twenty years now, so it hardly seems like the time to announce to everyone that I want to go by Michael alone; no more answering to two different names. I couldn’t though. Especially as I stopped to recall how that name first came to be.
Peter and I have had several discussions centered around the name over the past twenty years, especially after he stopped going by the name Flynn. Peter admitted he expected to find I’d gone back to being called Michael after we parted ways in Rome and while I did, I never eliminated “Robin” from my list of pseudonyms either. But why? Why hold onto it? After all, it was forced on me by Sabrina. There’s something to be said for nostalgia, though. And for brothers. Read the rest of this entry »
Filed Under (Journal Entries) by Michael on 14-09-2009
Journal Entry – April 11, 2008
Tonight, I celebrated my one hundred and twenty-eighth birthday as an immortal.
Hard to believe that number, in both its enormity and its smallness, but it found its way to me nonetheless. Each year strikes me a bit differently. Sometimes, it causes me to become melancholy. Other times, I am able to raise a glass and toast others to another year, or decade, or century with a smile and a laugh. There are years I attempt not to recognize the date and other years when I wax nostalgic. This has been one of the latter years. Sabrina has been on my mind a lot lately.
I met her on a Saturday. I remember this because I spent the day at my small flat, with no classes for the day and nothing else to do than walk about Kilkenny and read. For several years, studies led me elsewhere in Ireland – to Dublin, for university and then, as a professor of linguistics – until my parents passed and my sister called for me to return home to Kilkenny. By then, I missed it. My occasional visits home reminded me of happier times as a schoolboy and time spent with Katherine called to mind the scrapes my sister and I got into together.
Within a short time, the listlessness set in, though. Katherine married. I remained a bachelor past my thirtieth birthday, not eager to settle down and give up my dream to travel the world some day. I made a pittance at Kilkenny College compared to the salary I earned at university and was left with little hope of traveling into Britain for a holiday, let alone venturing into Europe. Books sat in stacks on my desk at home of other languages and cultures. Things I wished to do with my life while my thirty-first and thirty-second birthdays passed. I was inching toward thirty-three on the Saturday evening I walked down to the pub.
I never expected to find what I found there. Read the rest of this entry »
