Journal date 4/17/1690:
We are recovering nicely. Merchant routes have reopened. Carts line the streets of our beautiful home again. Twelve years after the siege by the Ottoman Empire. As I should mention. One vendor in particular caught my attention with stories of elixirs of eternal youth. Others to have miraculous healing effects. I've heard these flight-by-night profiteers before, but the voice of this man soothed my apprehension. I ended up buying a vial of youth, brought it home and stared at it for hours. Do I waste my hard earned money on a whim?
Journal date 5/2/1690:
Two weeks after drinking that horrible bile I awoke with sores on my arm. The light coming through my window made my flesh itch with discomfort. I tried going out but couldn't make it to the door. I've drawn the shades and blocked any light I can. I can't leave my home. I'm beginning to think this drink is slowly poisoning me.
Journal date 5/4/1690:
I've murdered the physician. I could hear his heart beating. Steady as a drum it was. Driving me to insanity. I lost control.. this hunger. It was overwhelming. His soul, his very essence and knowledge was bound to me the moment I tasted his blood. Further confusing me, the pool... the pool of blood followed me! Cornered I could feel its warmth seeping into my pores.
Journal date ??/??/????
I woke late today. After sunrise, still comfortably asleep on the floor. The dream I had coming to life when I saw the dead body on the floor. No blood. Only death, rot and decay. How long had I been asleep? Judging by the body's bloating, a week at best. The smell... doesn't bother me. Soon everyone will know. I have to find that merchant and confront him. He knows what he's done to me.
Journal date 12/16/1690:
I've been exiled from the city. No one trusts or believes my story. Escape from holding was a miracle. I don't understand what overcame me. Butchering those men with no taste of remorse only iron and heat as I drained them dry. My strength and mental control are incomprehensible. This may be divine intervention, self-preservation or survival, but I love it!
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We are recovering nicely. Merchant routes have reopened. Carts line the streets of our beautiful home again. Twelve years after the siege by the Ottoman Empire. As I should mention. One vendor in particular caught my attention with stories of elixirs of eternal youth. Others to have miraculous healing effects. I've heard these flight-by-night profiteers before, but the voice of this man soothed my apprehension. I ended up buying a vial of youth, brought it home and stared at it for hours. Do I waste my hard earned money on a whim?
Journal date 5/2/1690:
Two weeks after drinking that horrible bile I awoke with sores on my arm. The light coming through my window made my flesh itch with discomfort. I tried going out but couldn't make it to the door. I've drawn the shades and blocked any light I can. I can't leave my home. I'm beginning to think this drink is slowly poisoning me.
Journal date 5/4/1690:
I've murdered the physician. I could hear his heart beating. Steady as a drum it was. Driving me to insanity. I lost control.. this hunger. It was overwhelming. His soul, his very essence and knowledge was bound to me the moment I tasted his blood. Further confusing me, the pool... the pool of blood followed me! Cornered I could feel its warmth seeping into my pores.
Journal date ??/??/????
I woke late today. After sunrise, still comfortably asleep on the floor. The dream I had coming to life when I saw the dead body on the floor. No blood. Only death, rot and decay. How long had I been asleep? Judging by the body's bloating, a week at best. The smell... doesn't bother me. Soon everyone will know. I have to find that merchant and confront him. He knows what he's done to me.
Journal date 12/16/1690:
I've been exiled from the city. No one trusts or believes my story. Escape from holding was a miracle. I don't understand what overcame me. Butchering those men with no taste of remorse only iron and heat as I drained them dry. My strength and mental control are incomprehensible. This may be divine intervention, self-preservation or survival, but I love it!
...remaining journal pages are blank.