Although I've smelled many things in this world, Liam's smell was the only one I could never identify. It was somewhat sweet, and made me feel warm inside, but at the same time it made me feel dejected.
Soon after I opened the journal and flipped to the last entry which marked the date June 17, 1942. Looking at the entry, made me wanted to cry, for it was the day after this that he died.
As I was about to start reading, my vampire sense of hearing kicked in and I heard the steps of Megan coming closer and closer. Soon she was already opening the car door and jumping in.
"What took you so long?" I asked her as I placed the journal under my leg and started the car, then began to drive back to Duskwood.
Megan then groaned, "I couldn't leave it there, so I buried it." I smiled when I saw her pouty face, for it made me happy that she still had her conscience.
Many vampires needed to cut off all ties with their emotions, since they needed to kill in order to survive. Before I met Liam, I was one of them. I was cold-hearted and selfish, but Liam changed me for the better.
After about half an hour of silence, and driving we finally made it back into Duskwood then I drove heading straight to our home. I parked the car and Megan dashed out heading inside.
"Finally, I was starting to catch cramps." She said closing the door behind her.
I shut off the car and reached for the journal that was under my leg then I headed into the house behind her. When I got in the house I headed straight for my room and locked the door behind me.
I then sat on my bed and looked at the journal once more. I opened the book back to the last entry and then started to read:
'Dear Journal, It's been a while. There's so many things I want to write down but where do I start. I'm in highschool now. Yes, a real school. Everyone is so kind, so far. There's this one guy Dominic. I met him on my first day at school (more like ran into him). I admit our first meeting wasn't a good one, but that was just the beginning. He started talking to me a few days after that and we became somewhat close. Many people told me that he wasn't a good guy but I ignored them and I was right I did. Because of him I found out about a few things, including about myself, Dominic's nature, and entered a world of danger and crazy. Turns out I'm a True Blood, and Dominic's a vampire. Yup, they exist. When I found out, I was angry at, and afraid of Dominic for a while. Maybe because he said the only reason he became close to me was because he only wanted my blood. I was hurt because by then I had already fallen for him, what I didn't know was that he too had also fallen for me. I later forgave him because, he saved my life from a few vampires who found out what I was. That night he confessed how he felt about me, and that the only reason he said he never really cared about me, was because he wanted to protect me. Now we're dating, but happiness doesn't last long. I'm being hunted down by vampires, and Dominic is in a tight spot for protecting me. This may be my last entry, for I don't know how things are going to end. Dominic said, he would die if it meant that would keep me safe, but what he doesn't know is that love goes both ways and I would do the same. Nic if you ever read this, I want to tell you that I love you. Even though you can be a jerk at times. Also if I don't make it ,I want you to promise me something. Promise me that you won't ever blame yourself, because it was never your fault.'
With love, Liam
After I read the last the words of the entry, a teardrop fell from my eye and onto the pages of the journal. I watched as the seeped through the words 'With love, Liam'. I closed the journal and laid back on my bed, placing it over my heart.
As I squeezed the journal closer to my chest, I closed my eyes and whispered, "I miss you." then continued, "I promised I wouldn't blame myself, but I am the reason you died. It's a fact I can't ignore. I'm sorry."
That night I fell asleep crying, while clinging onto Liam's journal. I missed him so damn much, and my heart ached. Feelings of regret, and guilt fell upon me. I was sorry that I couldn't keep the promise he wanted me to keep. I was sorry that he had to die because of me.
There was never a day that went by when I didn't think of Liam, where I didn't felt the guilt of his death, when I didn't blame myself.
I keep waiting for him to show up one day, just so I could tell him how sorry I am. Today, like many other days it's like I see him for a split second. It makes me miss his smile, his laugh, the way he always knew exactly how I was feeling by just looking at me, the way he made me feel warm.
I missed the times when we were together. It was like it was just us in that moment.
Sometimes I regret that we even met. I keep telling myself that maybe if we didn't, he would still be going about his life.
"Dominic, Dominic."I woke up at the sound of Megan shouting my name as she banged at my door. "Wake up, we'll be late." She shouted once more before heading downstairs.
"Mhmhmmm." I moaned, raising my head from my pillow. I wiped my eyes and looked on the bed beside me to see Liam's journal. I picked it up and said, "Sorry about the guilt party last night," while I placed it in the the dresser drawer beside my bed.
I got up and went to take a shower then changed my clothes. I wore a plain white t-shirt, black jeans and black tennis boots as along with one of my black leather jackets. I tidied up the bed before heading downstairs and joining Megan in the kitchen.
"Morning." I said as I walked towards the fridge and took a blood bag from it. I then reached for a glass cup and poured some of the blood into then then sealed the bag back up and placed it into the fridge.
"Morning." Megan answered raising her head from her phone to look at me.
I started to sip the blood when she asked, "Why do you look like that?"
"How do I look?" I replied.
Megan looked at me for a while then said, "I was gonna say you look dead, but then I realized you are, so let me rephrase that. Why do you look like you've been crying?"
I took another sip before I answered her. "You're just seeing things. That animal blood from last night is really getting to you, isn't it?"
That answer only made Megan more concerned, for I could sense that she wasn't buying it. I tried to change the topic by then saying, "Did you eat yet?"
Megan just watched as I continued drinking the blood, then she sighed and answered, "Only a mouthful, I ate more than you last night."
A while after lingering in the house, we decided to leave for school.
"I'm running today." I said to her while throwing the car keys towards her.
Before Megan could catch them I started to run in vampire speed. I arrived at the school campus in a swift and headed for my first class, which was history.
I took my seat in the class and waited for class to begin. After about 20 minutes the bell rang and the teacher, Mr. Anderson, walked into the class.
He walked to his desk and threw a few papers onto it as he sat down. He then reached for the attendance book and fixed the glasses on his nose before starting roll call. After roll call he then started his lesson.
"Alright class. Question, what do you think is ideology?" Mr. Anderson asked.
"Yes?" He then pointed to the girl behind me who raised her hand.
Dropping her hand she answered, "It's one's idea."
Mr. Anderson then replied, "You're not wrong, but you missed something. Would anyone else like to answer?"
When he saw that no one raised their hand to answer he turned to the register and called out, "Dominic Robinson."
I looked up when he called my name. Mr. Anderson looked at me and crossed his arms, "What do you think is ideology?"
"Well, uh... It's a set of ideas, beliefs or one's principles, especially one on which a political system, party or organization is based." I answered while looking at him.
Being interested in what I answered Mr. Anderson then requested, "Care to elaborate?" Making everyone in the class look at me.