December 10, 1922
I have been neglecting my journal. It has been so long since I have written and there is much you need to hear. I don’t know that I could have made it these last long months without Edward. He is quite supportive of my decisions. This time, however, the decisions that I made affected the both of us and I didn’t even stop to consider his thoughts or feelings on the matter. What sort of leader does that make me? I must remember that my actions affect another individual now. However, there was just no time. Edward is a good person, though. His sense of what is right and wrong divided into two categories. The right and wrong of the human world and the right and wrong of the vampire world. Edward is able to fit into both of these worlds without really raising any suspicion. His ability to read minds has enabled us to know if any of my co-workers or the other people we run into start thinking of us as something other than human. We could then leave town. We would research a new area to live in, buy a house, hire the movers, and I would work out a notice. Thus far we had yet to “disappear in the night”. Edward has not started to school, even though we discussed the possibility. I hope to be able to let him do that or maybe let him find employment in a field he could enjoy. Soon. Edward deserves this to happen. But in the meantime I bought him a coupe. It is a few years old, and really……….slow. I think that much like other teenage sons, he will do his homework and in time find a way to make that piece of tin move a little faster. Right now it sits in the carriage house. He has driven it a time or two and is pondering what to do with it. Edward claims it has limitations at he finds annoying. I had time over the last few days to wonder if Edward was coming home to stay, let alone try to do something to the coupe. I believe that I left the last entry a bit prematurely. I was in a hurry to speak with Edward as he had just arrived home from hunting and I had some explaining to do. As I have already stated, he has a strong sense of right and wrong. He was quite upset with me and after stating some displeasure, Edward left. He was gone for a few days and frankly I was worried about what I would do. I did not know if he would come back and I couldn’t go after him. I held some hope that he would at least come back and listen to my explanation before leaving permanently. I am responsible for him and I am not sure that he would be able to continue the vegetarian lifestyle without some support. You see, several months ago, (one year, three months ago to the day to be exact. I am always exact) I covered a shift for a colleague while he and his wife attended the hospital ball. After all, I am a single man and truthfully would rather be practicing medicine than dancing and listening to idle gossip. During the shift I had cause to transport a body to the morgue. As the door swung shut behind me I heard a sound that froze my feet in place and caused my breath to stop. This was the morgue. Was someone playing a cruel joke on someone else? As quickly as I processed that thought, the next one was mentally voiced. Blood, and a lot of it, mingled with dirt, grass, and stone. I smelled moss that grew on the stone close to our hunting spot. And the heartbeat I heard was getting weaker by the minute. WHO had seen this patient? I pushed the stretcher with the now deceased Mr. Kitchens to the side and flitted to the stretcher dripping blood. Pulling back the sheet, I saw the trauma that was certainly a murder or suicide. There was no other explanation for the amount of damage done to this beautiful woman before me. This was the reason for her being in here I was certain. I ran my eyes down her body listing in my mind her injuries. My ears constantly monitoring her heart silently willing it to beat on. I searched the room in the space of three of her heartbeats but found no record of the woman. Someone must have brought her straight here, deciding that she was beyond hope. They would return I was sure to handle paperwork for the mortician later. I had only seconds to make a decision. Wrapping her in a fresh sheet from a linen cart, I raised the window just a little and sniffed the crisp night air. I caught only a trace of human scent, someone had passed by earlier. I raised the window further and with her in my arms. I ran across the ground as fast as I could. I knew no one would see us or hear anything as silent as I was. She wasn’t able to make a sound.
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