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My friends, of thee and thy to ask of my reality.
I am as real to me as I am to thee.
Yea, as to my reality, I was born unto vampirism in the days of ol' on the anniversary day of mine and my beloved Jusztina's destruction at the hands of mine enemies on the grounds of my beloved castle. Forced to watch the dogs of war as they took from her my beloveds final breath, and cursed they that watched as I reached for her, only to hear them that would curse me a demon without death.
My friends, yea lonely, unto I the very loneliest of life if life without death, to see death of all known and not be able to die beside them. Envy, to envy and commit of thy very own deadly sin but not to die, yea to envy...

This, a pleasant eve o're all. I have been asked to verify myself the true

Nos feratu'.

Am I real?

When did I become a vampire?

Do I get lonly or does being alone ere get to me?

These but a few of the inquiries of a dear friend.

My answer to thee

shall I give in my next entry.

This day, I have risen...

I have fed of a maiden, disposed of it's corpse...

daudled and conversed with friends here...

gazed at new beings like myself and "rated"...

I tire of the eves activities...

I tire. -- Until the morrow's eve -- D.

This eve has been a trying one, both for myself and my dear Lady Sierra-Zelda. For I fear for her safety, nay, her very survival. I wish her well, but do not want her to lose trust of me, herself, and others like us. She has been inspirational to me, to continue in my quest of survival among the mortals. May we all find the peace we seek in the beautiful solitude of darkness that surrounds us always.

Until the morrow eve,

D.

I tire of this days happenings.

I delighted with conversation of the lovely LadyAurora.

I sadden myself of the many memories, yea, of the memory of the destruction of my beloved.

I fed of the warm blood of a beauty beyond compare and abandoned it's cold corpse.

I tire.

Rest I shall until the morrow's sweet setting of the sun, shall I return to seek again my companions here.

I have found one who is not unlike myself. One who claims to be of kindred in nature and may be able to aid in my quest for others like us. Surely there must more out their than simply the two of us. My hunger for the knowledge of these times is strong, but I fear it may not be strong enough to hold me through these unsure ages of distrusting mortals. Always waiting in the darkness, never seeing, always distrusting, even of their own kind. I have found that the mortal dogs will kill within themselves for the mere pleasure of the kill. Killing for survival, and not for pleasure, this is something that I have not experienced among them, YET. I must discover a means to exist among them, unseen and undiscovered until my quest is fulfilled.

D.

Tonight I entered this wonderful informational sight that I have become a member of; that I was to believe is a sight for true vampirism, only to find that I had been "bitten" by a very lovely

young lady that describes herself only as a true vampiress. Am I to assume that, to be bitten, I have been paid a compliment? Or is to be bitten an act of hidden contempt for the only true vampire king in exsistence? I must research this further to try to uncover the answers I seek. Perhaps the "VR" manual will provide some insight.

D.

Greetings friends,

I have returned from a long journey.

I visited my home on the outskirting of Bucharest. I found it both exhilerating and tiring.

The towns people have come to view me as somewhat of a legend, or maybe a fable. Nevertheless, I have reenergized their belief in me.

I fed off of the town folk with more excitement and bloodlust than ever before. Many have lost their energy to me in the past, but none like my own home residents.

I fear my welcome there has been worn thin to say the very least, but I am certain that they will never again regard me as a figment of their feable imagination.

I tried a visit with MarquisofTransyvania, but was unsuccessful. A very beautiful child informed me that he was unavailable at that time.

Note: must remember to visit another time when I'm in the area. Marquis needs friends and so do I. I am sure we will become just that.

I will visit you all again, soon.

D.