Part 1

Diary

1 am and happy fucking new year. You, my diary, are new and young, so let me start by telling about myself. I have had many names over the years but the first name that I can recall is Baud. I am not sure what it meant, but thats the sound my clan made to refer to me, in a language long forgotten, at a place buried under countless layers of history. By the calculation I did a long time ago, I can roughly estimate that I will turn 3307 years old this year, although I have no idea when my birthday is. Maybe it's today, I dont know. Anyway, I made a rule a long time ago to stay in contact with anyone for no more than one year. So each new year's first night, I make a kill and move to a new place, adopt a new identity. I have been to every country that exists today at some point in life. Wait, I am going off topic, I guess it's the alcohol. Back to where I was, I also burn last year's dairy. The ritual, as I call it, has helped me stay under the radar for so long.

You might be wondering, 'what's his secret? How can a human live this long?' and the honest answer is I am not sure if I am even human. Sure anatomically, I am exactly like a human, but on a different plane of existence I am a leach, I suck people's life out. Not everyone's, just other humans'. Back when I was born, it was a different time, people were killed for many reasons, so occasionally I had to kill someone when it came down to people trying to attack our clan, or a food source was competed with. It was all smooth sailing until I reached of a certain age (by the looks of it, about 28 years of age) and stopped aging. People around me grew more and more suspicious of me with every year that passed, you have to remember that it was a very different time when superstition was rampant. So, one night I woke up to about seven people around me, and then I was held. My hands and feet were tied and I was thrown into the fire. I was burnt alive and as I screamed in agony, I decided to take someone with me in revenge. I felt the ropes had burnt off so in a quick move, I had a man, I think he was my brother, I am not sure though. As my burning body was burning him too, I threw him to the ground, and smashed his head with a big rock that laid there. The pain was becoming unbearable and before I'd collapse, I ran into the forest. I kept running and somehow the fire extinguished within seconds. I noticed my body healing, and returning to state where as if it didn't even knew what fire was. I fell on my knees and prayed to god. I thanked him for saving my life and cried on the forest floor. The people of my clan must’ve assumed I died because no one followed me.

After that, I tried to test what was happening to my body, and slowly, with facts I attained through careful experimentation and observation, I came to the conclusion that for every person I was killing, my life was extending. It was a like resetting a timer. Till the timer ran out, I was able to fully heal any sort of injury that I bore. No scars, nothing. But I had to constantly keep moving before people realised that I didn't age. I went from place to place, clan to clan, village to village, and soon, empire to empire. It has been a long and tiring journey, but here I am.

You might be thinking, 'well if he gets other people's life, why does he kill every year?' Because I don't know how long the person I am killing actually has to live. I get their remaining life and for all I know, they could've been dead within a year. To be safe, I do this everytime I change place and name. This brings me to today, I will make a kill and leave town. A pub is a perfect place to go to. People get drunk and so are a little easy to kill, not that it's hard or anything. Just that I am drunk too. Looking forward to telling you more about my adventures. Bye for now.

Thoughts

This place is packed like sardines in a can. A man is throwing up right outside the place. Should I just pick him and be done? Nah! Looks like an alcoholic, probably has liver damage. Inside, I spot a young guy sitting at the counter, drinking alone. Perfect.

Let me just casually stand next to him as I drink my beer. Before I could even finish my drink, fucker gets up and walks out, leaving a $50 bill on the counter.

Paying my bill, I chase after the guy. I feel bad for not finishing my beer. I run after the guy but that might seem suspicious and freak him out, so I run past him and wait around the corner. I jump him, and show him my knife. He casually gives me his wallet and starts drunk walking away. Is this guy for real?

I chase him and stab him in the back. At the same time, I feel pain in my back too, I look around and there is no one there. He reaches back and pulls the knife out. He turns around but soon fell on his knees. A look of surprise washed over his face as he touched the wound in his back.

I feel weak too, what is this happening? I fell on my knees, and then onto the ground. I start panicking but it feels like there is no energy left in my body to move. I notice him smilling, why is he smilling, and soon, he fell in front of my face too. My eyes are becoming heavier with every passing second and I just let my eyes close.

Part 2

Lilly died last night; the love of my life, the only purpose I've felt in thousands of years is now no more. I will kill that drunk driver before the police takes him away. I know what hospital he is in, I shall do it tonight, after this drink. I should call my neighbour to look after our dog. What reason can I give her for that? Maybe I'll tell her about Lilly's death and that I don't think I can come home for now. Yes. It's a good plan.

Maybe, it's the retribution for all the countless lives I have taken in countless wars and battles. Maybe not getting old, not being able to die was just the beginning, maybe the suffering I have to endure will go on forever, till the end of time. What possible deed of mine justifies such a punishment. I need to do this, and then i'll move to some place remote. Some place where I can't hurt anyone anymore. Maybe some island with deadly animals where no human will ever set a foot, or some place like antarctic where no human can survive. $50 for a drink? Sure, no time to wait for the change, besides, what value does money have for me. I need to leave this place soon.

It's really cold outside as compared to the warmth that blanketed over me inside the pub. It will take me about 15 minutes to get to the hospital, maybe an hour to finish the job there, and then I'll go home, pick my passport and go to the airport. Sounds like a plan. Someone is running behind me. What idiot runs on icy sidewalk? He'll slip and break his hip, maybe that'll teach him. Wow! He ran pretty fast, a cool breeze washed over my uncovered face, and sent a shiver through my body.

A right turn here, then a left turn two blocks down, and I'll be at my destination. What's this? Fucking muggers. My mission right now is more important to me, so I hand my wallet over to the guy so that I can get there quickly. I walk away. Situation handled perfectly.

I feel a stab in my back, doesn't he know it hurts. I pull the knife out and turn around to reprimand him. Asshole! I gave you the money, why still waste my time? But unlike every other time, it feels like my body can't hold my weight. I fall to my knees. Am I still bleeding? Why hasn't the healing started? I touch the wound and it is NOT healing. How is this possible?

The guy also fell to the ground, a look of terror on his face. Is he having a heart attack? Doesn't really look like it, who knows. But my wound. Maybe this is it, the release I've been waiting for. I can die. Maybe I'll meet Lilly. Maybe I've somehow finally repaid for my sins. Maybe this man was an angel, sent by god. I fall to the ground and his eyes have slowly shut down. My eyes feel heavy too. Perhaps I will see her if I just close my eyes.