February 13th:

When i arrived at Marble Island today i seen to some business at the Mage school and checked the tavern over. I then went to Fargo's to see if he was about. When i concluded he wasn't, and was about to leave the building, The man i named Simon appeared from nowhere. I asked why he had shown, after i had told him to stay away. He told me he had traced my every move tonight.

I asked him a few questions, tried to get some info from him but he withheld. He did tell me that his name was, in fact, Michael. I told him it was a mistake to feed from the Tremere family, and that he ought not to repeat it. He seemed not to care. He opened a gate to Trinsic, and walked me to his house. His house was comfortable, cosy and neat. We sat together in front of a large stone fireplace and talked.

He asked me if i had tasted vampire blood. I told him i had drank from Vad several times. He sliced open his finger and waved it under my nose. A mix of temptation and lack of self control forces me to grab his hand and suck on the open wound. He tastes better than i expect and the small amount of blood i manage to draw leaves me feeling strangely charged up.

His fingers sweep across my lips and he tells me to stay quiet as his tongue runs over my neck, a few seconds before his fangs pierce me. He drains me. As he does, i argue with myself in my head. He is using me and i am letting him.

I am left weak and dizzy. He brings me a pitcher of human blood but it does not satisfy me. I grab another pitcher from his desk and devour it. He tells me that i am to be his blood doll. His toy. I promise him i am nobodies 'toy', and if i am to let him have my blood, i will want something in return. His offer is to let me keep my life. I assure him i am well protected and he claimed to slay my protectors, before offering to show me what he'd do with their bodies.

He took me to a strange place i have never been before. We ride on horseback through the woods. This place is dark. A destroyed village. He takes me to a deserted building, which i could smell from quite a distance. The bodies are savagely destroyed and piled up in a corner. Brutal, yes, but no worse a mess than i had made as a sixteen year old girl.

I take him back to my house and offer him a proposition. I promise to let him drink from me, and be discreet about him and in return he must bring me bait. Fresh, live young girls. He said he would consider it, but that he had to go to his Sire. I bid him goodnight and watch him walk out into the night. I sit alone and question my own motives for a while.

February 14th:

Valentines Day.

I traveled to Marble early tonight, and sent a pigeon to Vad to discuss some matters with him. I planned to tell him about Micheal. And give him the card i had bought him. As i made my way to the hospital i encountered two people. One male, one female. I assumed they'd be seeking Jade and asked if they were looking for someone. The female jumped down my throat a bit asking if she needed a reason to go where she wanted to. I explained i had merely assumed her to be seeking my mistress and apologized for having bothering them. I walked away and when out of sight, hid amongst the shadows and traced them a while...

I confirm my suspicions about the attachments to the straps around her legs.. Stakes!

Flipper strolls into sight, and notices our guests. She demands to know what they are on Tremere grounds for. Her and the bloke get into a tiff. He pulls out a blade and flicks it around his fingers. I recognise the blade, and the way he plays with it. It's Michael.. but who is this sharp tongued madam he has brought with him..

Meanwhile Flipper has clocked sight of the blade, and burst into a mass of flames. Vad shows up immediately and tries to subdue any rash behavior.
Michael remained hostile, driving Vad to the point of lashing out. Michael ran and Flipper and Vad gave chase. I stuck around and kept an eye on the girl.

Flipper returned looking dazed and confused. She had been injured. I took her to the hospital, and sat her down. I set out to the tavern to collect her a refreshment, and standing outside, bold as day, Michael. He is about to speak when Vad barges out of the hospital doors and starts questioning him. Michael taunts him by telling him I had taken a man called Simon home with me, gave him tainted wine, let him feed from me.. Vad dismisses his story as a lie. Michael asks to see Jade and we refuse him. They exchange a few more unpleasantries, then Michael leaves.

Vad buggers off and i catch up with him at his house later on, he was blatantly huffy about the fact i had not yet explained the situation with Michael. He shouted at me, annoyed i had let another drink from me. I told him that i resisted, that he was too strong for me and i couldn't do anything.. Vad thinks his name is Simon.. I decide not to tell him otherwise.

I try to make him less angry at me by reminding him it is valentines day. Pathetic, but it worked a treat. We exchanged cards and he gave me a handsome little stuffed dragon. We chat awhile then on realising Vad had no drinks about, I wish him a good night and return home for a bottle of wine.

February 17th:

I awoke several hours before the family meeting. Michael was in my house, making himself comfortable. I acted cross and asked him to leave but really i was passive. He held out two dresses to me one red the other black, then told me to chose which. Usually being asked to dress differently would annoy and insult me but tonight i had little care for much of anything and took the red dress upstairs to slip into. I think it's fair to say he liked the change. He also gave me a pair of gold studded earrings and i pushed them through my ears. He slips into the shadows half a second before Vad walks through my door.

Me and Vad go to the island for the meeting. Jade decides to take no immediate action on the subject of vampire hunters and dismisses it as rumor. Me and flipper insist there are active hunters, and that they have been to the island. Jade quietens us and assures us that we are the hunters, not them. She tells us to protect the island and the family and keep our wits about us. I am reminded i have been asked to get a meeting with the Baron of Vesper, a task i had passed to Omadon to do, to get him on Jade's better side. He has evidently not yet done so. A few other matters are discussed before we are dismissed.

As i arrive home i wonder if Michael will be there, but when i enter i can't see him. I slip into my hooded shroud and return to the island, everyone appears to have gone, and i go back up the steps of the town hall, and through the hidden stone door to where Black Hand meetings are held.

The meeting is brief and before Flip has us fight each other i claim i have to meet someone and make some distance. When i get home Michael is there. He tells me that he has had an acquaintance of mine, Kory, in my basement for some fun. I demand to know what happened and he jokes around a bit before promising me she is alright and unwounded. He asks about some body parts he'd seen down there.. and accuses me of torture, i laugh it off and explain that i am simply curious about the body and how it functions, and the body parts were part of a medical experiment.

He pins me up against a wall unit and kisses me. I wriggle free of his grip and storm upstairs, he follows and i stare at him. I tell him Vad would murder him for his actions and he said that Vad would fail, and become killed himself. I sit down and tell him to leave me alone. He agrees and wishes me goodnight as he walks through the door.

March 16th:

Vad has been sleeping, I was glad to see him awaken with a smile. The rest has done him well, his color is a little off though, meaning he is in need of a good meal. I explained there was a meeting. I assumed he would find it of interest.

Today was the day of Jade's lecture about rituals. I was intrigued, and it turned out to be very interesting i thought. Those attending greeted at the meeting hall on the island at eight. Jade explained what rituals are, and how they work. She told us of how a simple mistake could result in the ritual backfiring onto the performer, or other dangers.

She showed us how to perform a basic ritual called the Wytch's circle. It is made up of five gems in the position of a five-point star, resembling the pentagram. With this set up, and a few other items and the right incantations, a ritual can be performed.

She said a ritual can fulfill us of what we desire. She suggested we make up our own ritual and return with it next time to share with the others. I have not decided upon anything as yet, I must give it some thought.

When the lecture finished I lead our guests to the tavern and served them Naelothian wine. They seemed to enjoy it. I bit open a bottle for myself and joined them at the bar. We discussed the previous hour or so. It seems i am not the only one struggling with ideas for a ritual. They said they had found the lecture interesting. Vad, who had disappeared momentarily, entered the bar and decided to spend some time infuriating me, suggesting i get up on the stage and dance for our guests.

I flicked through a book Jade had given him earlier, and after finishing my wine i said goodbye to Vad, then bid our strange guests, who i had overheard verbally re-arranging their home furnishings, a goodnight.

I awoke from what must have been a fairly lengthy sleep, to see my beloved, Vad. He had been away for so long.. I waited at his house, in his coffin for him to return. It was good to see him but any emotion was numbed by the overwhelming hunger that had built up as time had passed, unwitnessed. I left quickly and headed home for a quick fill. Realizing I was short on Reagents, i concluded a trip to a mage's would be needed, and there I caught a glimpse of Orlando, one of the family guards.

I caught up with him after my purchase, and asked if he cared to join me on the island for a drink, to which his reply was yes. He assured me that Jade was well which i was glad to hear, and we talked about Vad's return. Our mouths led us to the subject of anatomy, it seems we both share an interest and some knowledge. I offered him to come by my house sometime to study with me. I thought perhaps we could make some notes together for future reference. He finished his drink, wished me a good evening and slipped away.

A chill crept up my spine and I'm aware Jade is near. I thought i heard a whisper... I walk towards the islands hospital and sure enough, Jade creeps up behind me. She seems somewhat aggravated when she explains that Jaston (her main guard) has been attacked by some Elf-Savage. She has no name for her but states that she dresses in a red leather. She casts a gate and we walk out in Trinsic, where she leads me to a market. She discusses the warrant for this savage while i flick through some sketches that have been drawn by Kaelyn. We leave the city and back at the island Jade instructs me to hunt down this Elf, which i assure her will be no problem.

Jade told me of her worries. A Covian soldier has been plagued with an Undead infection. Most unfortunate. For reasons unknown, he has been allowed to walk the streets, which is quite disturbing, Jade is worried he will infect all our livestock.. So I am to try and find out where he can be found, possibly get a name for him. It is of utmost importance he is found soon, detained and cured. Or killed. A walking infection of this kind is of no use to anyone. I am instructed to seek assistance of our Blade for this matter as my interest and questioning in cove may not be welcomed.

When Jade has left to attend to other matters, I headed back to Vad's to find him sleeping. I left him a note of no importance, and retired home for the night.

20th June:

My senses tingle and the sound of several calm heartbeats takes my entire attention, i look for Lucius who i find has gained a considerable distance ahead of me and i catch up with him shortly after he has greeted some Covian guards. Three guards and one drunken, badly dressed man. Lucius haggles for a boat and escort to Britain and i can't help but to watch the badly dressed man they call Farfar, he wears no shoes by choice. Two of the guards leave with Lucius, and the remaining guard runs off to her business leaving me with Farfar, who i have become fond of this evening, he has an aura which i find most interesting.

Always a memorable moment as my guest enters my home.. the look of unease borderlining on alarm crawls upon his face and moreso upon eying the sacrificial altar.. A nice drink and a tour of some of the house later, before I lure him into my bed. Slightly worried, but ever so drunk.. he agrees to play my game, and so i blindfold him. I take his warm hand and lead him carefully down to the basement, where i sit him on the bed by the work table. He's too drunk to even notice something is not quite right until his ankles and wrists are shackled together and being hooked upon the bedpost. He squirmed and cried in the way of a child, begging to be released.

Lucius returned and remained fairly still and quiet as i showed Farfar some affection, before biting a chunk from his lip and finally piercing his neck. He screamed and wailed for Hoagie, who i recalled to be a guard seen earlier. Lacking blood, he becomes weak and
unconscious, I strike him hard in the face with my hand, jolting him awake, the second strike brings his attention to me. I ask with bloody lips if he'd like to stay with me the night and he mumbles something i can't quite make out.. I take it as a yes and ask Lucius to place Farfar in a cell, on the bed, and lock the door behind him, which he does. I thank him and he bids me a goodnight before creeping off into the darkness.

June 22nd:

Farfar is not-so-pleasantly surprised to see me in his cell when he woke. He backed up against the wall mumbling something about a bad dream about vampires. I moved closer to him and he realised it was not just a dream.. He shouted that he had 'terrible diseases', and some other comical attempts to fend me off were made before i dragged him to the next room, settled him down on a bed of nails and shackled him up.

I explain that since he has diseases, tests would have to be done. I would need a large sample of blood. Stabbing his hand with a daggar, i fill an empty jar with the blood draining from the wound, and place it safely in a box. After a little more quality time with my guest, i lead him to another cell, where the half rotten corpse of a young girl hangs from a rope tied to a beam. Weak from blood loss and pain, it takes a while for him to concentrate and take in his surroundings, he notices his new friend and vomits on my boots which angers me greatly. Enraged, i push him to my feet and order him to clean my boots using his mouth, he pushes his luck by biting my toe and after several swift kicks to the ribs, he's lapping up his vomit from my boots which makes him retch hard, I can't help but to laugh at the comical look on his face.

Sometime around then his attitude changed considerably, it is common for a mans sanity to slip after enduring such wickedness for long periods of time, that is certain. But after one night.. two days? He has little blood now, a gaping wound on his right hand.. and yet he is laughing like a madman.. wriggling around on the bed like a drunken child.. and more importantly, seems to have forgotten how to talk and instead - invented his own language.

I watch him closely for a while, he seems to be in a world of his own, and rather ignorant to the pain he must have been in which i found interesting but mildly annoying. I decided to take him to the hospital on Marble Island, where i lead him to the cellar and lock him up while i do some research. I spent several hours reading through books but find nothing that could explain the symptoms Farfar was showing. I do some basic tests, ask him for his name, parents names.. ask him to count.. he gives me nothing but nonsense. I slap him hard a few times, he reacts to the pain, he feels it but.. he forgets it fast. He laughs.

Baffled, and as there were no doctors about, i take him back home to his cell and lock the door. I am keeping him here so i have a meal ready, as i please, but i notice my interest in his state of mind is fighting for mind territory, never before have i witnessed such insanity after so little time. Perhaps he was already on the brink of it when we met.. perhaps i have tipped him over the edge.. ?

My guest's struggles for life grow weaker as the water begins to flood his lungs. When he is completely still, i leave him only seconds before Grasping his hair and dragging his head out of the trough. He's not breathing but i can feel a faint pulse... He falls to the floor and I kneel over him, at his waist. After applying some pressure to his abdomen he coughs up the water and gasps for air shortly before screaming and shouting in his strange little language as he tries to escape me.

He manages to crawl a step or two away, i clutch his ankle and drag him back next to me, he wails in dismay as i put him on his back and mount him, drawing a small blade from a pouch in my doublet.

I cut his shirt open straight down the middle, and run my hands over his warm skin. I slowly and carefully carve the letters F and K into his chest. The wounds are deep and they're quickly dripping with blood. I dig the end of the blade between the letters, only entering his flesh slightly, and i twist it. It makes an untidy dot in the center of his chest. He writhes pitifully in pain, half unconscious. I try to gain his full attention by digging the blade into his gut. When i pull it out, a tempting pool of blood collects and starts to flow gently over his skin. He then seemed to be fully unconscious.

I carry his blooded, almost lifeless body back into his bed. I clean his wounds with my tongue and feed on the blood gushing from the stab to his gut. He is completely unconscious now, and looking awfully pale. The loss of blood has been great and he is approaching his death. I feel the need to keep him alive, for a bit longer at least and attempt to bandage him up. The bandages don't hold and the blood flows. His pulse becomes harder to hear.. slower...

I study the wounds which need to be sealed, and soon.. I jab my blade into the forge near Farfar's bed, and when its hot i bring it to his wound, hoping to seal it by melting his flesh together.

He jolts into consciousness, screams in absolute agony and then falls back into unconsciousness. Half amused and half startled, i proceed quickly with sealing the rest and am then satisfied with the done job. Feeling quite happy, yet very slightly concerned of his welfare, i bid him a good night and retire upstairs to read and have a goblet of wine or two.

August 10th:

I sense Vad's presence grow as he awakens from his 'sleep'..

I have decided to leave these walls and retire to an empty castle in the mountains, for no one ever visits here. I came across it many years ago, quite accidentally and had thought it would be a good 'quiet' place. I will be taking Farfar with me. I expect it will be some time before Vad finds me here..


[Later]

While Farfar was unconscious. I picked him up and carried him through a magical gate to the castle. The winds were strong and the moonlight hard, making the tall tower roofs look sharp. I placed him in a soft bed, in a cell, underground. The only one with a small forge burning endlessly, well needed for a warm blooded in such a cold place. . I toured the castle.. it had been centuries since i had last been here.. or anybody else by the look of it..

Farfar's wounds have become infected. He is considerably close to death. I try to rouse him, so i can feed and water him, but before i can, That familiar presence falls upon me and Vad saunters through the basement toward us before announcing that he has awoken. He asks who my friend is, and i explain he is a covian civilian. Vad decides we will propose a trade with cove and although unsure, i agree. I explain then, we must keep him alive. Vad sighs and reluctantly helps to disinfect Farfar's wounds with liquor. I find some needles and thick thread in a sewing kit and i join any parted flesh. I bandage his chest. Farfar is awoken, I place a healing spell on him, to help regenerate his blood.

Vad tells me to remove a piece of Farfar to send to cove, with a letter proposing a trade.
We chain him up on a bed in the next room. Vad has to hold his legs still while i cut off his middle toe, left foot. I grabbed the needle and thread again and sewed the toe untidily to a piece of parchment, When i finished writing the letter, Vad took it to cove and left it at the barracks. It was addressed to Hoagie.

They had until sunrise to deliver some goods to a certain mine, in exchange for Farfar. I sent Vad alone to pick it up and explain that Farfar would be left at Cove's gates soon. Which was an idea I'd slowly changed my mind about. They refuse to hand over the package without seeing Farfar so Vad explains Farfars death will be tonight as a consequence and returns, shouting 'Kill Him! And send him to cove in pieces!!

I have no intentions of killing Farfar though. I am enjoying his company. The ale and liquor we poured down his neck certainly brought him to his senses. He began to speak properly.. apart from the damn lisp. I like him this way, he's more alert.. seems to feel the pain more.

Vad left in a temper, I remembered the pie i had brought with me for Farfar. I take it to the fire and warm it, then take it up to Farfar with more water. I tell him that tomorrow he dies, and this is his last meal. He refuses so i threaten to bring Vad to bite out his tongue and he quickly changes his mind. He eats the pie, then i tell him of its contents and he throws up the lot! I demand he eats it back up and he tries and tries until his heaves almost stop his breathing. He pleads with me to let him stop. I decide he needs some rest, so i put him in bed, tie up his arms to the head post. I show some affection before leaving him to sleep.