A library was directly adjacent to the dining room, and was not at all that large, resembling a rather small space with several old book shelves and a single large armchair stuffed into the corner beside a miniature wood fuelled fireplace.
The floor was carpeted red, and the walls temporary wallpapered the coat of arms of his family name, an inverted Pentagram bearing a black bird or a raven upon each point in various and curious positions. Around the immediate area of the hearth, there was place a tiny boarder platform of marble to prevent the embers from heating any of the flammable materials close by, and finally, the ceiling was painted a fresh coating of white upon the Count's demand the other day.
Entering, the Count in all his aristocratically baroque dressed glory moved between two of the shelves stacked with various occult books, speaking of untold rituals, Necromancy, the theory of Chaos and Blood Magicks. His intention was to slip away from the presence of Helga and the Lady Delane who currently had taken up a tenancy within his home. Easily was he able to dismiss Helga by demanding that he best not be disturbed for at least an hour, and quite easily was he able to loose Dantra by stating he had some business to attend to in the library.
Picking out a singular brown hardback book without so much as a glance, knowing by now all too well the position of his journal with eyes closed, Julyan approached his arm chair and with a sweep of his hand, fluttered the black cloak aside, so that he may sit.
His journal was rather bland, having no pictures or words upon the outside to indicate its intended use. It held no glossary, but instead opened up onto the first page that displayed the singular image of his family crest, and below that, a short phrase in Latin. Flipping into the middle of the book, where a small pin bookmarked his last entry, he eyed the personal date distastefully, that was written in blood. His, blood.
Entry 3856#
One Morning - Woke up. Found myself thirsting desperately. Wandered aimlessly through new home. Helga finished cleaning the manor, moved all the tomes into the library. Upon inspection, found a few that were not of chorological order. Mental note, beat some her for continual insubordination.
Same day. Afternoon - Met a Kindred. Avoid talking to her. Allowed my ancient origin to be revealed to a group of gossiping harpies. Did not state I was of the Undead. Teased I had a blood condition. Mental note, consider killing the Thin Blood Kindred for insolent tone. Met with a Lady Selene soon after. Pleasant. Polite. Pretty. Too ordinary in speech. Has a strange notion that the Moon talks to her. Mental note, don't walk with her during the nights.
Same day. Afternoon - Drank tea with a fine young Lady. Beautiful creature, curious peasant speech. A teacher of sorts. Interesting eyes.
Night - Ran events through head. Rushed here to mark them down. Thought about the conversation with Lady Delane. Mental note, consider skipping sleep to speak with her next.
And how many days ago did he write that in there? Without a date, he would never know. The whole diary was just nothing more than a mass of daily events, some skipping weeks, months, even years. Slowly he lifting his wrist, he bit his blunt human teeth down hard into his flesh until he drew blood.
Picking up the pin, he dipped it into the wound and wrote a new entry.
Entry 3857#
Update - Fell in love with Lady Delane. Committed sinful acts. Fed from her twice. Lives inside my manor. Beautiful creature. Heart flutters when she nears. Mind grows numb. Met with her friends and a member of her family. All mad, yet are agreeable company. Mental note, avoid angering Lady Illy.
Second mental note, talk with Helga of the current situation between myself and the Lady Delane.
The floor was carpeted red, and the walls temporary wallpapered the coat of arms of his family name, an inverted Pentagram bearing a black bird or a raven upon each point in various and curious positions. Around the immediate area of the hearth, there was place a tiny boarder platform of marble to prevent the embers from heating any of the flammable materials close by, and finally, the ceiling was painted a fresh coating of white upon the Count's demand the other day.
Entering, the Count in all his aristocratically baroque dressed glory moved between two of the shelves stacked with various occult books, speaking of untold rituals, Necromancy, the theory of Chaos and Blood Magicks. His intention was to slip away from the presence of Helga and the Lady Delane who currently had taken up a tenancy within his home. Easily was he able to dismiss Helga by demanding that he best not be disturbed for at least an hour, and quite easily was he able to loose Dantra by stating he had some business to attend to in the library.
Picking out a singular brown hardback book without so much as a glance, knowing by now all too well the position of his journal with eyes closed, Julyan approached his arm chair and with a sweep of his hand, fluttered the black cloak aside, so that he may sit.
His journal was rather bland, having no pictures or words upon the outside to indicate its intended use. It held no glossary, but instead opened up onto the first page that displayed the singular image of his family crest, and below that, a short phrase in Latin. Flipping into the middle of the book, where a small pin bookmarked his last entry, he eyed the personal date distastefully, that was written in blood. His, blood.
Entry 3856#
One Morning - Woke up. Found myself thirsting desperately. Wandered aimlessly through new home. Helga finished cleaning the manor, moved all the tomes into the library. Upon inspection, found a few that were not of chorological order. Mental note, beat some her for continual insubordination.
Same day. Afternoon - Met a Kindred. Avoid talking to her. Allowed my ancient origin to be revealed to a group of gossiping harpies. Did not state I was of the Undead. Teased I had a blood condition. Mental note, consider killing the Thin Blood Kindred for insolent tone. Met with a Lady Selene soon after. Pleasant. Polite. Pretty. Too ordinary in speech. Has a strange notion that the Moon talks to her. Mental note, don't walk with her during the nights.
Same day. Afternoon - Drank tea with a fine young Lady. Beautiful creature, curious peasant speech. A teacher of sorts. Interesting eyes.
Night - Ran events through head. Rushed here to mark them down. Thought about the conversation with Lady Delane. Mental note, consider skipping sleep to speak with her next.
And how many days ago did he write that in there? Without a date, he would never know. The whole diary was just nothing more than a mass of daily events, some skipping weeks, months, even years. Slowly he lifting his wrist, he bit his blunt human teeth down hard into his flesh until he drew blood.
Picking up the pin, he dipped it into the wound and wrote a new entry.
Entry 3857#
Update - Fell in love with Lady Delane. Committed sinful acts. Fed from her twice. Lives inside my manor. Beautiful creature. Heart flutters when she nears. Mind grows numb. Met with her friends and a member of her family. All mad, yet are agreeable company. Mental note, avoid angering Lady Illy.
Second mental note, talk with Helga of the current situation between myself and the Lady Delane.