Forever Young

[JDL23]

It's taken me a while to write this story, but I've finally hit on the right plot. It's still a work in progress, but with any luck, I should have a new chapter up here weekly--and if not, then at least every two weeks. As always, feedback is appreciated.

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Chapter One

The girl's name was Clarissa. I thought she was beautiful. Not like Elizabeth—as if anyone could compare—but she was pretty enough. I'd watched her for a long time and could see how all the guys fawned over her black hair and those long eyelashes. Right now, though, those big eyes of her were turned toward me, quivering with fear.

"Don't be afraid," I said softly. I offered her my hand, which made her cringe. "Despite what the movies and books say, I don't kill people just to protect my secret."

Clarissa stood frozen in the middle of her apartment balcony, staring at me like I was a monster. Well, okay, that was fair up to a point. I was a vampire, after all.

Oh, I see I haven't introduced myself. How rude of me. Hello, my name is Julia, and yes, you heard right. I am an honest-to-God vampire, a true Child of the Night.

"If you're not going to kill me..." she whispered, "does that mean you're... going to have your way with me?"

I threw back my head and laughed. "Strike two, darling! First of all, despite what all those porn films say, not all female vampires are lesbian vampires. Secondly, I'm not interested in you like that." My smile widened, just to let her see the tips of my fangs. "A vampire's allowed to have other interests besides blood-drinking and seduction, you know."

The girl's fear was beginning to subside as her puzzlement became clearer. As much as I love the old vampire stories, I do admit that they really paint a stark picture of our race, as if all we desire is the blood and sex of mortals. I suppose I couldn't fault the poor thing for thinking that way about us. It's easier to accept what's shown on TV or in the movies than what's right in front of your eyes.

"Then what do you want from me?" Clarissa asked.

I smiled and took a few steps over to the balcony. I let my gaze drift toward the beautiful cityscape and the many lives I could feel within it, whether awake or asleep.

"I guess I just wanted someone to talk to," I told the girl. With a toss of my hair, I glanced over my shoulder to catch her reaction. It didn't seem like she believed me.

"We're a lonely breed," I explained. "We're drawn to the outcasts and loners, to all the so-called freaks."

"I'm not a—"

I held up my hand, which silenced her.

"I didn't mean you were a freak," I amended. "I meant that I can sense how alone you were. Not just here in your apartment. Your whole life you've been alone. Among my kind, it is a duty to attend to the lonely souls of this world and give them a place to belong. To tell our Story of Transformation and offer those souls our Dark Gift. You can take it or leave it, just so long as you hear the story first."

I felt Clarissa's anxiety more than what I could see written on her face. Honestly, who could blame her? How many people would accept the word of a stranger, especially one whose nature doesn't seem all that benevolent?

"Let's go inside," I murmured, turning all the way back toward her. "And I'll tell you everything."

"Okay," she whispered, looking less afraid now. She seemed just a bit curious.

My hand barely touched Clarissa on the small of her back as I guided her away from the balcony and into her apartment. I concentrated for just a moment and then the sliding glass door closed itself behind us.

I favored the poor girl with my best smile. "Make yourself comfortable. This is going to be a long tale. But it all starts when I was in diapers, and no, I don't mean when I was just a baby..."

[junyour]

Interesting start. Please bring more soon

[JDL23]

Interesting start. Please bring more soon

New chapters will be posted on Mondays, hopefully either once a week or once every two weeks.

[JDL23]

I know I said that new chapters would be up Monday, but I may be on vacation next week, so I figured I'd better send this one up early. Enjoy!

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Chapter Two

Back when I was mortal, my name was Julia Shannon Moore. I was twenty-three and fresh out of college. By then, I'd stopped trying to dye my hair blond and let it retain its natural brown color, much to my foster mother's delight.

When I say foster mother, I mean just that. I'd never known my birth parents. The nuns at the orphanage where I grew up eventually told me that my mother was an amateur singer-songwriter whose brief fling with a club owner had led to my conception. As encouraging as that story was, I'd never tried to find out who my mother really was. I was content to live in the orphanage and study and play with the other kids.

At age eleven, I was adopted. My foster parents were Dave and Michelle Moore, both good-natured folks from Illinois. They did their best to love me and encouraged me to pursue my dreams, although I didn't have too much in the way of dreams. Unless you count traveling to London someday as a dream. It wasn't much, but it was something I'd wanted to do as a kid.

Anyway, to speed this little exposition up, I achieved my dream by age nineteen thanks to a Study Abroad scholarship. After a semester in London, I declared my major in Political Science and minored in Economics, thinking I could put the two together and set out to—big surprise—make the world a better place.

Little did I know that the world didn't intend for me to follow such a path.

So picture me on a Thursday night in June, only a few weeks after graduation, in a tiny apartment in Chicago. I'm sitting at my dining table with a glass of wine and a plate full of pasta. There's a TV in the corner of the room, where I'm watching one of those corny teen dramas where Boy Meets And Frets Over Girl, or vice versa. The pasta I'm eating isn't that great, and the wine is there to help me forget about the cold reality that I have no family, no friends in the area, and no opportunities for a job.

Anyway, I had had just about enough teenage angst for the evening, so I switched the TV off and set my dishes into the sink. I carried my wineglass over to the bedroom and turned on the stereo. The music was something light and happy, but not so loud that I'd disturb the neighbors through my paper-thin walls.

On nights like these, after a fruitless day of job hunting and socializing, I'd just change into my pajamas, turn the music down low, and get under the covers. So I slipped off my blouse and jeans, tossed my shoes into the closet, and peeled my underwear down to my ankles.

Then I went over to the dresser and took out a blue nightgown and my "nighttime undergarment." It's a strange phrase, I know, but it sounded a lot better than saying "my adult diaper."

You see, back when I was an adolescent, I developed a form of enuresis, which is just a fancy word for bedwetting. It occurred on most weeknights and definitely on the weekends, when there were so many parties to attend. When I found that alarms and cutting back on late-night drinks didn't work, my foster mother discreetly bought me a package of Depends. She thought I'd outgrow it, but I found the condition stayed with me right into my twenties, so I just resigned myself to diapering up nightly. As far as I was concerned, it was just a health issue and nothing more than that.

I opened up the diaper and pressed one half of it against my bottom as I lowered myself onto the bed. Once I was on my back, I pulled the front half up to my waist and secured all six tapes. With a few more adjustments, I was ready for a good night's sleep.

I had switched off the stereo after a few songs and turned off the lights. In the soft shadows of my room, I stretched myself out and yawned. With all my nightly rituals complete, I got into bed and closed my eyes.

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If memory serves me right, I don't think I was asleep for more than half an hour, because it was still quite dark when I heard the first impact from outside.

My eyes flew open and I immediately sat up. In retrospect it seems silly, but my first instinct was to check my diaper to see if I'd wet myself. So far I was dry, but I had a feeling that I wouldn't be for long. That wine from earlier had to go somewhere, after all.

Then I heard another collision from somewhere inside the apartment, followed shortly by the sound of something scratching at the floorboards like a mad animal. I was thinking that maybe a poor wounded bird had gotten stuck inside or that—God forbid—a large rat was prowling around. Either way, I had to know for sure, so I tossed off the bed sheets and grabbed a robe from my closet.

The only thing I had that might be remotely considered an offensive weapon was a rolled-up yoga mat, so I picked that up as well. Then I quietly padded out into my hall and toward my living room.

As soon as I stuck my head in, I nearly dropped my yoga mat out of shock. The door to my apartment was wide open, and collapsed on the floor by my couch was a tall, fair-skinned woman. She was clutching at her throat and seemed to be having trouble breathing.

She must have heard my approach because her eyes slid halfway open and fixed themselves on my face. I stopped, lowering my mat to the floor.

"Help..." she croaked, still holding her throat. "I need your help..."

"Don't move," I whispered frantically, dropping to my knees. Of course, as I did, I could hear my diaper rustling loudly under my nightgown. It made me wince, but if the woman on my floor seemed to hear it, she didn't show it.

It took quite a bit of upper-body strength that I didn't have then, but I was able to help the woman sit up. She didn't take her hand off her throat, but I could faintly see some red fluid leaking past her fingers.

"I'll, uh, get a cloth for that," I stammered, pointing at her wound.

The stranger shook her head and frowned. "Don't need it. I'll be fine..."

"But your throat—" I stopped and stared again at her neck. To my amazement, the blood wasn't leaking through anymore. In fact, it was receding. Then the woman slowly pulled her hand away and I saw that the jagged cut in her throat was healing itself. What had been a ragged mess of flesh and blood was now just scar tissue.

I stared openmouthed at this miracle and then looked this strange woman in the eye. "How... how did you do that?"

She smiled weakly. "Call it... a gift..." Then she pitched forward into my arms and passed out.

With a lot of grunting and rustling and heaving, I was able to drag this stranger off my floor and onto my couch. I made sure to put a few pillows behind her head and see that her neck was properly supported. I didn't know the first thing about medicine, but I knew enough about cuts and blood loss to do my best.

I went to close the door, then ran into the kitchen and turned all the lights on. By some strange coincidence, as soon as I did that, I felt a slight twinge in my abdominal muscles and then I was wearing a rather wet diaper. I stifled a groan and resolved to take care of it as soon as I made sure this woman was going to be all right.

A few moments later, I reentered the living room with a damp cloth to put on the woman's forehead. She murmured something like "Thank you" as I put the cloth on her head and pressed down. Her breathing was slowly getting stronger and that wound on her throat was looking better with each passing minute.

If you asked me, I thought she was gorgeous, even with that ghastly wound on her throat. She had a mane of golden hair and very pale skin. The room was too dark for me to tell what color her eyes were. And like I said before, she was tall and lovely. She had a natural beauty that reminded me of my foster mother, although Michelle was more homely, whereas this woman could have easily been mistaken for a movie star.

I don't know how long I sat next to her, watching her breathe and trying to figure out what was going on. I had no idea how she was able to patch up a slit throat with a touch of her hand. In the back of my mind, I began to fantasize that maybe she was an angel in disguise as a human being, and that she was going to bestow a blessing on me that'd turn all my luck around. Even at the time, I knew it was unlikely, but I couldn't help thinking it.

In retrospect, I don't suppose I was that far off.

Some time later that night, maybe a little after one in the morning, I watched the woman open her eyes. She blinked and turned toward me, as I propped my head up on my elbow and tried to stay awake for her sake.

"Thank you," she whispered again.

"You're welcome," I whispered back. "Are you all right?"

"Much better." The woman offered a pale and trembling hand. "I'm Elizabeth."

I took her hand and squeezed it. "I'm Julia. Pleased to meet you."

She smiled. "I'm sure you must be wondering how I ended up like this."

"Well, I didn't want to bother—"

"No, it's fine. I can explain everything if you..." Elizabeth trailed off as she saw me staring in surprise.

I was staring at her mouth, now that I was so close to it. I could see her teeth, all perfectly straight and white.

All except for the pair of fangs jutting out past her upper lip.

"I..." My mouth twitched, but I couldn't speak. "Are... are you a...?"

Elizabeth stared back with an expression of intense bitterness. "Yes," she said. "I am what you would call... a vampire."

I didn't think I'd hurt my head at any time that night, but suddenly the room was spinning fast around me. Elizabeth reached out for me, and before I knew it, I had hit the floor and everything went black.

[brighteyes]

Great start! I love the concept, it's very original. Props to you for mixing diapers and vampires and actually pulling it off.

[Cute Baby]

Can see this is going to be a good story, hope it moves on soon.

[JDL23]

Great start! I love the concept, it's very original. Props to you for mixing diapers and vampires and actually pulling it off.

Thank you. Like I said before, I had to rewrite this a few times over before I finally got a story I was happy with. In one draft, Elizabeth was a goddess in human form and Julia was her mortal but unaware niece.

Trust me, it didn't work.

Can see this is going to be a good story, hope it moves on soon.

There will be a new chapter up on Monday, after which I'll be on vacation, so the next one might not be up until a week from Tuesday.

Please keep the feedback coming, everyone, and thanks for reading!

[JDL23]

Chapter Three

When I regained consciousness, I found myself back in my bedroom. It took me a couple of seconds to register that I wasn't simply waking up from a nightmare. For one thing, I was lying on my bed rather than under the covers, and my diaper wasn't all that wet. In fact, it was completely dry.

I needed a moment for my eyes to adjust, and as soon as I realized that my lamp was on, I looked over toward the door.

Elizabeth was sitting in a corner, right where the moonlight was shining. As soon as I looked at her, she turned toward me and offered a ghostly smile.

"Don't be afraid, Julia," she said softly. "You've had quite a night."

"You're a vampire," I whispered back. Even in my head, it sounded dumb, but it was all I knew for certain.

"Yes, I am," said Elizabeth. She stood up and took a few cautious steps toward me. Instinctively, I began to draw back. Maybe if I could just pull my head back under the covers, I'd finally wake up and she'd be gone.

"I feel that I owe you an apology to making such a mess of things." Elizabeth sat down on the edge of my bed. Now that she was fully in the light, I could see that she was eerily thin and her face was sharply angled. Her hair was a rich blond color, and her eyes were a smoky gray, but her skin was chalk-white. She wore a black sweater and a pair of dark slacks. I found myself thinking how fashionable she was, but I realized the oddity of that thought and tried to think about what I should say.

"I'm really lost right now," I admitted. "I don't exactly know what one says to a real-life vampire."

"'Hello' is usually a good way to start."

I laughed in spite of my terror. Then I let myself hold onto that smile and said, "Okay, then. Can I ask what brought you here tonight?"

"It's a very long story," said Elizabeth. She looked down at her hands, which had begun to tremble. When they stopped shaking, she added, "But in a nutshell, my home was burnt down, my longtime companion's dead, and I barely escaped with my life."

"And that's how your throat—"

"Yes," she said quickly. I could see from the look in her eyes that it would be a long time before she'd ever be ready to talk about that. "Anyway, I ended up here since I didn't really watch where I was going, but I'm afraid I have to ask if you'd let me stay here for a day."

"For a whole day?" I was going to ask why, but I remembered that sunlight was supposed to be deadly to vampires. It made sense that she'd need to be indoors during the day. But would she need a coffin? Would my old trunk work just as well? I was surprised again at how quickly my thoughts took this course, but I couldn't stop myself.

Elizabeth nodded. "Just give me a place to hide myself from view from sunrise to sunset, and then I'll be on my way."

"Well..." I couldn't believe I was saying it, but clearly I was out of my mind at the time. "If you feel you need to stay longer... I guess that wouldn't be too bad..."

She stared at me with a bemused expression. "Be honest now. Are you worried that I'm going to suck your blood? Or that I'll turn you into another vampire?"

"The thought had crossed my mind," I said quickly, trying not to panic.

"Oh, don't worry about it," said Elizabeth. She was smiling again, and I found myself enjoying the sight of it. "It's not like I need to feed every single night. I can go for about a month without blood if I really have to—and the people I do feed on aren't all that pleasant to begin with. Not like you, dear."

"What, you don't find me appetizing?" I was amazed that I was able to speak like this in front of her, but at the same time, it felt natural. Maybe I'd come to terms with the existence of vampires and decided that Elizabeth was no better or worse than any other human being I'd encountered.

She shook her head and laughed. "There's nothing in you that I'd want to ruin. And don't think listing all your flaws is going to help, like the cute little way you snore or the fact that you wear diapers."

I blushed. "Only at night," I said defensively, tucking my legs underneath me, but that move only made my diaper rustle. "That's strange. I, uh, could have sworn that I was wet a little while ago..."

I trailed off as I saw the expectant look on Elizabeth's face. "Did you change me while I was out?"

"It seemed like the decent thing to do," she answered.

"I..." It was then that I slowly became aware of several details. I could smell the old diaper, which had been rolled up and thrown into the wastebasket near where Elizabeth had been sitting. I could smell a faint whiff of baby powder in the air over my bed. I saw on the clock on my nightstand that I was just a few minutes after two in the morning.

I'd been unconscious and alone in a room with a vampire, and all she'd done was change me. She could have taken advantage of me. But she hadn't.

I lifted my face to meet her expectant gaze and said, "Thank you for that."

"You're welcome, Julia," Elizabeth warmly replied. Her smile soon returned.

Now that I had gotten rid of my initial terror and was semi-functional again, I began to feel very, very tired. If I didn't get anymore sleep, I'd be a zombie for the rest of the day. That thought made me laugh—here I was, becoming a zombie after learning that vampires are real. But if there could be vampires, why not other undead creatures?

"You should rest," Elizabeth said. She glanced around the bedroom. "And since I spent a lot of energy fixing my throat, I might as well sleep, too."

"What do you need?" I asked, trying to sound gentle and not too skeptical.

"A coffin would be ideal, but not easy to get on short notice," she explained with a smile. "If you've got a trunk or a closet with a door you can lock, that'll be just fine."

I matched her smile and pushed myself off the bed. "Wait right there."

Elizabeth watched me as I went over toward my window and pulled over the gray trunk where I kept a lot of mementos and old clothes. I spent a few minutes dumping out all the contents, then trying to clean up the mess I'd made, and finally shoving it all into my closet, where at least the mess would be out of sight. After laying down an extra quilt into the trunk's interior and throwing in one of my pillows, I presented my guest with her own spur-of-the-moment coffin.

"Well done," Elizabeth said, sounding quite impressed. "You didn't have to add a pillow, though."

"Just trying to be helpful."

She regarded me for a moment, then smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. "Well, it's wonderful. Thank you so much, Julia."

Elizabeth promptly got into the trunk and lowered herself into a comfortable position. She waited for me to get into bed and turn my lamp off.

"Remember to wake me after dusk," she reminded me. "When you're ready, just knock on the lid three times and then open it. I should be awake by then. And whatever you do, do not open this trunk beforehand. I don't care if you've got all the curtains shut. I can't risk exposure to any sunlight, understand?"

"I understand."

Elizabeth pulled the trunk lid down, but before she shut it completely, I heard her whisper into the darkness, "Good night, Julia. Pleasant dreams."

Then the trunk was closed and I snuggled deep under the covers of my bed, with only a small part of me still wanting to believe this was all a weird dream.

"Good night, Elizabeth," I whispered into the silence of my room. Then my eyes fell shut and I descended into a beautiful slumber.

[Cute Baby]

This a very different story, sure it will continue to be captivating.

[JDL23]

FYI, I'll be in vacation starting tomorrow, so the next chapter might not be up until next Tuesday, but I have at least written out the next four chapters, so there won't a gap in the schedule.

Thanks for reading and all your comments!

[Codymoogle]

Wow, this story is very well written and captivating. Well done, please write more!

~ moogle

[JDL23]

Back from vacation with a new chapter. Hope you're all weren't waiting too long!

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Chapter Four

There are so many things that you can take for granted, especially when you're a mortal. Things like waking up to discover that you're still alive and that some ravenous vampire hasn't torn into your throat, and things like waking up in a dry bed—although I hadn't known that joy since I was a little girl.

It was a little after eleven o'clock when I woke up. Being unemployed, I had no major obligations, so I took my time getting out of bed and changing my diaper. As I tossed the old one into the wastebasket, I saw the diaper Elizabeth had taken off of me the night before.

Is there such a thing as being too superstitious? I still don't have an answer for that, but even then, I couldn't stop from slowly turning toward my bedroom window… and finding nothing but the trunk where Elizabeth was sleeping.

Her words from the night before echoed in my head: I can't risk any exposure to sunlight, understand? And as I registered what she meant, I suddenly realized that I had the curtains partly open, since I actually needed the sunlight to help me wake up.

In my mad dash to pull them shut, I nearly tripped over Elizabeth's trunk, but it was by the grace of God that I managed to keep my balance. Then I was just standing there, looking down at the innocent-looking trunk and trying to picture the slumbering female vampire inside of it.

My curiosity overcame me, and as I knelt down, I put my hands on the lid and—

No, just kidding. Do I really look that dumb? As bad as some of those old films are, they do make a good point—you don't ever mess with a vampire while she's asleep in her coffin, not unless you want an immortal, blood-sucking creature to claw out your eyes with the least bit of effort.

All I did was stare down at the trunk and think. I was considering what I would eventually say to Elizabeth when she was to woken up, and what she might say to me.

Eventually, I decided that I'd worry about that when I got that moment. I glanced at my alarm clock again, seeing that it was almost eleven-fifteen. So I got dressed and grabbed a pair of comfortable shoes for my daily walk around the city. On my way out of the room, I saw that I had just enough diapers for the rest of the week, so I made a note to buy some more at my local pharmacy.

I had a quick breakfast—or maybe it was late enough to count as lunch, but what does it matter?—and was soon heading out the door. Of course, I had to have a sudden bout of paranoia, which made me run back in and see that all the windows were locked and anything of value was hidden away. Then I managed to get myself out the door and locked it behind me.

But even as I turned my key to lock the door, I started to wonder—whose security was I really worried about, the vampire’s or my own?

That thought lingered with me as I took the stairs down to the ground floor and walked out onto the sidewalk. Back then, I lived in a fairly populated area in a corner of the East Side of Chicago, where the rent was cheap but the apartments weren't that great. Still, it was better than moving back in with my foster parents—I'd take a crowded and exciting city over a quiet and boring little town any day.

I had to walk three or four blocks to the south before I found the Target store, where I bought everything I needed for the apartment except food and clothes. I made it a rule to buy one or two things at a time, so I loaded up my shopping cart with toothpaste, laundry detergent, bleach, and sanitary wipes for the bathroom.

When I was close to being done, I swung by the aisle where all the incontinence and "feminine care" products were kept. I threw a package of Depend briefs into my cart and continued along my merry way toward the many checkout lines.

At age twenty-three, I'd been buying my own diapers for five years; before then, my foster mother Michelle had bought them for me. Let me tell you, there's nothing like the first time you go to buy them yourself. You think everyone's watching you from the moment you enter the store and you're trying not to make eye contact with whoever's at the cash register when it's time to pay. But after that, it gets much, much easier.

I wasn't surprised when I spotted an older woman giving me an appraising look as we passed each other near the checkout lines. She was an elegant and attractive lady, and probably someone's grandmother. I just flashed a quick smile and pushed my cart into the nearest line.

Still, if she had decided to comment on the adult diapers in my cart, I would've been tempted to reply with, "Oh, that's nothing. Wait til you see the vampire I've got sleeping in my bedroom..."

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To my surprise, I didn't think too much about my unusual guest until I stepped through the door of my apartment half an hour later. I quickly set down my shopping bags on the dining room table and raced over to my bedroom.

Sure enough, the trunk remained closed, as did the curtains. Everything was just as I'd left it—the bed was still unmade and a pair of used diapers were slowly fermenting in my wastebasket. I quickly resolved those two issues with laying out some clean sheets and taking out the trash.

Once I'd put everything I’d bought away, I wandered over to my couch and sat down. I was contemplating watching some TV, but I knew I'd be too wrapped up in the whole vampire saga that was waiting to unfold in my bedroom once the sun went down. So I just grabbed a blanket and took a nap, which, if memory serves me right, I don't think I'd done since I was in kindergarten.

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6:38 PM. The sun had set. It was time for the show to begin.

I knelt down beside the trunk and guided my fist over the lid. I was sweating and my heart was pounding like a jackhammer, but I knew what had to be done. I knocked three times and waited.

When nothing happened, I slid my fingers under the lid and gently lifted it up. I pushed it all the way toward the bedroom wall and after taking another deep breath, I looked down.

Elizabeth stared up at me. Her blood-red lips pulled back into a smile. "Julia," she said softly. "So good to see you."

I murmured something similar, but I was too overcome with relief to be coherent. I watched as Elizabeth sat up and stretched herself out. The scar on her throat was gone now, leaving nothing to suggest that it had ever been cut in the first place. I watched as she shook her hair out, sprinkling the inside of her trunk with fine golden hairs.

She really was a beauty. As near I could tell, she was possibly in her thirties. I found myself wondering if she'd ever had children, if she'd ever been married, and what kind of experiences she'd had. Was she a recently-made vampire or had she been around for centuries? And what had brought on the crisis that had brought her to my door?

Elizabeth finally turned toward me, and as she did, her smile sharpened. "I can only imagine how anxious you must be right now. You must be bursting with questions, am I right?"

I nodded.

"Well, we've got all night," she said, taking my hand as I helped her stand up and step out of the trunk. With one foot, she knocked the trunk lid down, while guiding me with her hands toward the bedroom door.

"Where would you like to begin?" she asked, staring into my eyes.

"I want to know everything you went through when you became a vampire."

"Of course." Elizabeth stopped short of the door and looked down at my waist. "But don't you need to put on your diaper first?"

I frowned. "Well, if I'm getting ready for bed, I would. Why? You think I'd fall asleep while you're talking?"

She shrugged, making it a very sensual motion. "Just a precaution, I guess."

I nodded and headed over toward my dresser, but she put a hand on my shoulder.

"Please," said Elizabeth, "allow me."

Before I could protest, she led me back toward the bed and lowered me onto it. I watched as she slinked over to the dresser and took out a fresh diaper, some wipes, and a bottle of baby powder. When she came back, she was smiling like a mother with her newborn.

"I don't mean to be presumptuous," the vampire said as she helped me take my pants and underwear off. "It's just that I feel I owe you a debt of gratitude that I might never be able to repay, so this is my way of saying thanks for all you've done for me so far. For all the fear I sense in you, you've been very brave with me."

"Well, I've always been a little crazy," I answered, trying to lighten the mood.

Elizabeth smiled and unfolded the diaper. "Shall we begin, then?"

"Yes, please."

[junyour]

Please bring it on. You have me intrigued. Post as you wish, and I will continue to read.

[JDL23]

Please bring it on. You have me intrigued. Post as you wish, and I will continue to read.

Was your comment intended to be in rhyme? Because if so, well done!

And thanks for the feedback. Stay tuned for next week!

[JDL23]

I know it's not Monday, but I thought I'd add it anyway.

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Chapter Five

"A long time ago, I lived in London," Elizabeth began. By this time, she had finished diapering me and we were now sitting on my couch, as I took careful sips of wine. "That was about the late 1800s, back in the reign of Queen Victoria."

“You don’t sound British,

[brighteyes]

Very well done. I love it so far, you write beautifully and with such a smooth flow. Keep it up, you have a wonderful story in the making!

[JDL23]

Chapter Six

The rest of the night was spent laughing, crying, hugging, and patting my unusually dry diaper. After a late-night snack, I noted the faintest glimmer of light outside my window and knew within my heart that dawn wasn’t too far off.

I grew tense when I felt Elizabeth’s arms circle around my waist, but then she murmured something into my ear and I relaxed into her embrace. She began to rock me back and forth, resting her chin on my shoulder and sighing happily.

I don’t know why I was so surprised that she was this way with me. She’d been a mother before she’d become a vampire, and until this recent fire, she’d been a mother for well over a century. I guess I was amazed that such an instinct didn’t fade over time.

“Thank you,

[JDL23]

Just realized that I didn't actually include any diaper material in the last chapter. Don't worry, there's still more to come next Monday.

[JDL23]

Chapter Seven

It was two weeks after I’d first met Elizabeth that I began to make some calls. First was the airport to set up our flight to New York, and from there to Europe. I got a good deal through some big Irish airline whose name I couldn’t pronounce, but Elizabeth assured me before going into her trunk that it provided excellent service. How she knew that, I don’t know, and then all I could think about was why vampires needed airplanes if they could just defy the laws of physics on a whim.

The next important call to my foster parents at their house in Livingston, Illinois. I told them that I’d won this “contest

[Cute Baby]

Great continuation, hope this theme cointinues in due course

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This story is amazing! Please write more.

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Chapter Eight

The flight attendants looked so lovely as they passed up and down the aisle of the plane. They were all lovely and smiling Irish women, all in identical Kelly green uniforms with their hair pulled back into buns. One of them offered to refill my glass with whiskey and Coke, which I gladly accepted.

I was on an Aer Lingus flight from Chicago to Dublin, and while my ticket said it was a solo flight, I wasn’t exactly alone. Elizabeth—ever full of surprises—had managed to contort herself into a tiny ball and stuff herself inside one of my two rolling suitcases. She’d said she would rather sleep right through the eight-hour flight and thus avoid any risk of sunlight coming her way. Odd as it seemed, I had to agree—the last thing you wanted to see on an overseas flight was a woman burning to ash once the sun showed up.

It was about the fourth hour into the flight. The Atlantic Ocean beneath the plane was dark and lovely, with the perfect white moon shimmering above the clouds. And I sat by the window next to a snoring flabby woman from Oklahoma, savoring the peace and beauty of the flight—and the wet, thickly padded diaper concealed under my long, flowing skirt.

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The night before our flight, Elizabeth had woken me up at the usual time. She proceeded to change my diaper, but to my surprise, she didn’t put on one of the Depend briefs I kept in my closet.

Instead, the diaper she held out for me was thicker and had babyish print all over the front. I shot her a questioning look, to which she answered with a motherly smile.

“I did some online shopping a few nights ago,

[JDL23]

I won't be able to post this on Monday due to a previous engagement, so I'm putting it up here now. Enjoy!

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Chapter Nine

Several hours later, I was in Dublin. I took an airport shuttle out to the O’Connell Street area and went to a small and inexpensive hotel that faced the River Liffey. It was around three o’clock in the afternoon when I managed to haul my suitcases up to the room.

I was tired, hungry, and in need of a change. In reverse order, I proceeded to lie down on the bed and exchange my old diaper for a new one, went downstairs to the hotel café for a sandwich and some coffee, and then headed back to a room for a nice long nap.

And as I slept, I dreamt of a cottage on a small green field. Elizabeth was baking something delicious and I was lying on the bed in a frilly pink dress, looking just like a princess.

What made that dream surreal was the fact that it was sunny outside. Being here in Ireland, I’d begun to remember how everything looked during the day.

I resolved to enjoy a little of both while I was in Europe, both the day and the night, the warm and the cold. Surely Elizabeth would allow me that much.

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I woke up to the sound of a muffled thump and immediately sat up. It took me a moment to remember that I was in a hotel room in Dublin, and then I registered that it was night. 8:13 PM, to be precise.

Time to let the vampire out of the bag.

I walked over to the pair of suitcases and unzipped the nearest one. As the flap fell open, Elizabeth did a forward somersault onto the floor and came up into a dazed and breathless crouch.

“Ouch,

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