The Journal of Michael O'Shane

An entry dated back a few years. Best to assume all of my entries have the potential toward having adult content unless proven otherwise. *Grin*

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Journal Entry – March 27, 2005

Tonight, I thought about my earliest years as an immortal.

I don’t know what in particular evoked the train of thought, aside from a short conversation several of us engaged in over cigars and glasses of scotch and brandy. An elder from one of our area covens had been away since Peter returned to Philadelphia and it was the first time he realized my brother and second-in-command was the infamous vampire assassin Flynn. My brother’s alter ego follows him around like a ghost. I don’t pity him, this much is for sure. Especially when others turn white as a sheet the way Joseph did.

I think all of the vampire convention can boast of some rather unsavory years in their past. We are what we are, after all. Hunters. Predators. The next level in the food chain beyond the mortals whose world we inhabit; whose world we fail to conquer because the Natural Order dictates we each have our own place and parts to play. It isn’t that they are faster… smarter. We know better than that. We also know if given the proverbial keys to the universe, we would not hesitate to undermine everything we enjoy about this mortal coil in the first place. Read the rest of this entry »

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 »

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 »