Still in the air, (name) took a quick glance at Mikhail. She wanted to ask something but now wasn't the time. Then again, this might be the last time they see each other so she might as well speak now. "Hey Mikhail," she started "that day... why did you ask me to go with you?" Mikhail's cloudy ice-blue eyes turned to look at the shorter framed girl, "why, huh?" He repeated (name)'s question in his head a few times.

"Let's day I was intrigued."

Was all he said before pointing out the entrance of the blimp. Both vampires got in with ease as they looked around for guards. None. The place was deserted. (Name) gazed around before a sudden thought came to mind; "Mikhail, I have a request. Can you tell me where Yevgraf's quarters are?" She asked the surprised man. He never expected her to want to go where the man she hated rest. "Uh... sure" Mikhail stumbled over his thoughts. Did he really want to tell her where Yevgraf rested? What would she do if she got there? Mikhail wasn't sure but he had to have faith in (name).

"It's at the top floor at the end of the hall to your right. Don't worry about getting lost- the best way is to look the door." Mikhail instructed while pointing in said directions. (Name) took mental notes and nodded her head "then what will you do?" She wondered; "me? I'll go to Yevgraf- I have a pretty good idea where he is." And with that the two split up. Mikhail on his way to Yevgraf and (name) on her way to Yevgraf's room.

(Name)'s POV

The first I did was find a set of stairs leading up. Since I can't fly, it'll take me a bit longer to find Yevgraf's room compared to if I could fly.

Alright. Mikhail said top floor then go right all the way to the end of the hall. My stomach was much better so running wasn't too hard on me- thank god I'm inhuman! I quickly navigated my way to Yevgraf's room (or where Mikhail said it was) by carefully looking at each door.

I turned to the side and I indeed saw a door slightly different from the others. It appeared more clean and perhaps more decorated. Making my way closer to the hinged barrier, I checked if it was locked.

It was.

But that didn't stop me- more like it motivated me. Taking a single step back, I took a deep breath in. 1... 2... 3! I charged to the door, pounding my entire weight onto it. When that didn't work out, I did it again- this time I incorporated my weight and my strength.

Successfully, the door fell- me with it. My body ached from my forceful entrance but what could I do? I didn't have the key or anything.

Looking around, everything was painted in the moon's soft light. I could see a large bed near the window, a desk on the other side, two bookshelves, a nightstand, and a bunch of dead flowers. This couldn't be Yevgraf's room... could it? But it was the only door that was different.

My feet moved on their own as they guided me to a bookshelf. For some reason, they intrigued me. I studied each cover that were decorated with either gold or silver banding. These must've been special books. Thinking there might've been something like a secret passageway, I shook the bookcase- only to have a book fall on my head instead. Rubbing my head, I let out a groan of pain before focusing my attention on the book that fell.

I bent down to grab the book and noticed the book to be made out of leather. But the thing that stuck out most to me was when I blew the dust off the book. The title.

Diary of (m/n)

Was I curious? Yes. Did I consider reading it? Yes. Did I? Yes

I opened the book to a random page and read the first article written.

December 17

I had escaped that blimp once again but I didn't regret it. I can feel it becoming more stuffy and intoxicating so a little change in scenery would hurt. Or so I thought.

The winter was cold, yet I loved it. I stood by a riverbed, watching the current move; the chilly air of the freezing water drifted to me as if clutching for some type of warmth. I was that warmth. Yet I wasn't at the same time.

Then that's when I met... him. A man with light brown hair with (e/c) eyes. Something extraordinary about this man's hair though was that it had natural streaks of different colors.

"Beautiful."

Was the first thing this man said to me. I had never been called such a pure word before. Yevgraf had called me 'extravagant', 'stunning', 'delicious', 'delectable' and 'tempting'. But never beautiful.

I like it.

And that was it. Those last two words were the end of the article. Back and forth I flipped to read each entry. Apparently, my mother was engaged to Yevgraf long ago and they set out with a bunch of other vampires. Years later, my mother met my father and they kept meeting after that. Eventually, she told him about her being a vampire but it seems like he didn't mind it, " "so that explains your beautiful crimson eyes." " was what my mother wrote down.

It was all a nice, quick read through (I had only read through a few entries) but there was something that bothered me: Yevgraf made a promise. The only reason why I don't know it is because that page was ripped out. Something I've noticed is that there are some spell-looking symbols on certain pages. I touched one but nothing happened. It's strange. Perhaps there was some way to activate them. A way that I didn't know the answer to.

Gazing around the room, I decided for the ripped page. Yevgraf didn't seem like the one to throw away something so important. Up. Down. Left. Right. And around. No paper.

I cursed under my breath as I placed my hands on my hip. This wasn't going to be easy but I knew I had to leave soon. One last time I checked the room; I looked inside each book; opened every drawer; shook and removed every cover. Once again, I was starting to get frustrated due to my empty search. Taking a glance at the messy room I noticed that I had moved everything except the bed.

As if a lightbulb shined on top of my head, I went to the bed, kicking it over. Underneath was a trapdoor. Gripping the handle, I pulled the door opened revealing a box inside a hole that'd go up to your ankles.

I pulled the metal box up and saw it was locked. Whatever was inside was important- and that gave me a slip of hope. Setting the box by my feet, I stood up, focused my strength in my leg and stomped down on the lock as I heard it break. Raising my foot, I bent down down the grab the box. Okay, now what?

Upon opening said box, I saw a piece of paper inside. Like some of the others in my mother's book, this had some sort of spell drawn on it. Suddenly, I felt the airship losing altitude causing me to lose my balance. As I fell, I scratched my arm on a sharp piece of wood from the bed; the pain making my senses tense.

"What the hell?" I questioned. What was going on over at the front? Maybe it's Mikhail?

Feeling something warm slide down my arm, I turn to see that a drop of blood had leaked from the open wound as it fell to the paper I'd dropped. Something I wasn't expecting was the paper to glow a mysterious purple glow as it opened on its own accord. Then, before I knew it, I had been engulfed within the light.

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Haha... what a nice surprise to see you here! I hope you enjoyed this real (not real) chapter! The next one will include more of a flashback-ish type of feel so uh... be ready for that!

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That also might mean I might be a little late with updates (wow how many times have I said this) so I apologize in advance.

I've also seen the comments on my chapter where I asked you guys to help me choose my next story to write. A lot of you guys seem to like 'Scratched Ice' the most and it makes me laugh because I know the entire time I write it, I'm gonna listen to the YOI opening
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I've seen people say they like all of them too and trust me when I say... same. I like each idea but I also know I have to work hard to research each idea- like how ice skaters deal with certain things or how ghosts travel around, etc. and when I think about this book ending soon I'm always like:

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Because I've grown attached to this book. This book has my ideas that I've made into reality. It's kind of like I gave a piece of myself to this story and its plot. Idk man, it might be me but that's how I like to begin writing- by selling my soul to Sat- I'm joking.

I sell my soul to the characters of the story.

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Thank you for making such precious boys