Entry 1-- Andrew

Feburary 1st.

Dear Diary;
What if I told you that my boyfriend is a real old-fashion-bloodsucking-vampire? Would you believe me?
… I didn’t think so.
Andrew, my boyfriend, is an old fashion vampire. Currently i´ve only realized that he has the typical features that Vampires in books do; pointy sharp teeth, immortality, allergy to garlic and drinks (preferable) human blood.
We met yesterday at the hospital where my father works. He had come in with his best friend, Benjamin, who broke his arm while playing football. I had seen Andrew a couple times around school. I, a nineteen year old, was in my first year of college and he, a twenty seven year old (actually 487), was doing his master degree. He was very mysterious and had a killer smile, even though he rarely smiled. Although he is an old fashion vampire his family has leaned to survive in the sunlight. He does get sunburned easily.
Anyway, we met when he was at the hospital with his friend. While my father, Dr. Tryson looked over Benjamin, I noticed Andrew walk down the hall to the Blood bank. So I quietly followed him. When I walked into the room I was shocked to see him sniffing the blood bags and then drinking the ones he liked. I was grossed out and tried walking out, but my diabetic meter alarm went off while I was trying to sneak away. Swiftly Andrew looked up and jumped on me before I could run out. He held me against the wall and forced me to tell him what I saw. I told him the truth.
“I saw you walk down the hall and followed you. Then I saw you drink the blood out of the bag and I tried sneaking away to give you some privacy… ” I said. He still kept his grip around my arms strong.
“Privacy? Don´t you mean, you wanted to go get help or call Security to arrest me?” He replied sardonically.
“No! I meant no such thing…”
Anger raced over his face and he inched closer to me, placing his face only a few inches away from mine. His hot breath on my face smelled like blood, but I was not afraid. “Do you even know what I am?” he asked, baring his white teeth.
“Of course I know. You are a vampire, the real kind of vampire, not the fake-novelistic type of vampire they show in movies.”
He tried keeping his expression threatening, yet I could clearly see in his eyes that he was shocked at how calmly I was taking it.
“Why… How…” he began to ask, when suddenly me diabetic meter when off again, reminding me that I had to check my sugar level. It would not surprise me if it turned out low, after seeing Andrew drink blood.
“What is that?” He asked
“That is my diabetic meter. I need to check my sugar level.”
“Very well”, Andrew said and let go of my hands. He turned around and tried distracting himself while I pinched my finger and then placed a band aid over it to cover the evidence and subdue the slightest smell of a drop of blood. When I finished I looked over at him. And promised to not tell anyone what I saw.
“No one would believe me anyway.” I said. “But I have one condition for my silence. I would like you to let me be part of your vampire life. Get to know you better and I want to be your friend.”
“You want to be my girlfriend? “ He asked surprised.
“No, not girlfriend like a serious relationship, only a gal friend. A female friend.” I clarified.
“You´d be too scared to face the real challenges my life holds. You won’t last a week being my so called friend. So it’s a deal.”
“Oh, I´ll survive believe me.” I said.
Suddenly I heard my father calling me. I walked out to see what he wanted and Andrew followed close behind me.
“Desiree!” My father called. “Where are you?”
“Here I am” I said as I walked out of the blood blank room.
“Ah, I was wondering where you had gotten to. Listen I'm going to have to stay until very late tonight. Can you call your mother to come and pick you up?” my father asked.
“Well, yes, I guess so…”
“Oh, Dr. Tryson,…I was just about to leave. If you like, I could give Desiree a ride home.” Andrew said, followed by a smile.
My father wasn´t sure what to say and hesitated, but when Andrew insisted again that it would not be any inconvenient, he allowed me to go.
As I followed Andrew to his car I noticed him staring at me intently.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Is Dr. Tryson really your father?” he asked as he turned on the car engine.
“Yes.” I answered, fiddling with my cel phone. Dad had asked me to call mom and tell her a young man was driving me home. My father was always overprotected with me.
“So you have access to this hospital anytime?” Andrew continued after I hung up.
“Yes, my father gave me a key to his office so I can do my homework there while he is at work. He does not like me staying home alone for long hours.” I answered
“Then I have to ask you favor, as a friend and if you want as something more. Help me get into the blood bank two or three times a week to eat and be strong. I will be faithful to you and you guardian forever.”
I laughed at how he begged. “You promise to protect me? I don’t need protection. Why would you be my slave?”
“You are bullied at school, I know it”.
“You see what any normal girl goes through. Heck, what any kid who is considered to be different goes through.”
“But if I’m with you no one will ever hurt you. I will never hurt you or betray you. You have my word.”
“Why do you speak to me in such a manner? Of all people why should you want to protect me?”
“Because you have pure heart and if you help me live I want to help you the rest of your life. I am only immortal if I can drink blood, and if you allow me to live I will dedicate a part of my immortality to help your life be better.”
I laughed at the thought. No one had ever wanted to care for me the way he claimed he would. “Very well… I promise to help you for as long as I can.”
“And I, milady, promise to guard you for the rest of your life.” He said, kissing my hand and staring into my eyes.
“Wait..” I said. “That´s not fair! What if I can´t hold up my end of the deal? I said I´d help you for as long as I could, but you´re promise is for life…”
“It doesn´t matter if you only can help me twice, your willingness to help and keep my secret mean a lot to me.”
I am sure I blushed when he said that to me, because I suddenly felt awkward and was relieved to see that he had already pulled in front of my house.
“So, I´ll see you tomorrow, love?” Andrew hollered as I got out of his car.
I simple smiled and nodded, yes. I walked inside the house, dazed, and I began to think that perhaps my fairytale life and love was coming true. However as soon as I walked in, reality hit me in the face again. Mom was in the kitchen making dinner and angry at me for not picking up my room. She basically read my rights to me as a daughter and my duties while living under her roof. My thoughts drifted to all those teenage movies where the mothers allow their children to have their room decorated as they pleased. Luckily, she was also intrigued in finding out who was the young man that drove me home and then yelled “So, I´ll see you tomorrow, love?”.
“Is he a classmate?” she asked.
“No, he is just a friend. We took a class together last semester; he is doing his Master Degree in Law.” I answered.
“Wow, a lawyer. I'm impressed dear… He seems like a keeper.” She winked. “However you cannot go out with him until your room is decent.”
I rolled my eyes and threw my backpack against the bedroom door. A smile crossed my face as I thought back to the hospital. I was glad to finally have a real friend, even though it was formed through a deal. Too tired to finish homework or do anything else, I went to bed early.