Logbook #73-5 (Personal)

[Osiris (DELETED 5735)]

Nov. 5 in the year of our Lady Elizabeth 2015
Osiris St.James, Esq.



It was never supposed to happen like this.

It was never supposed to happen at all, let us be completely candid.

I was supposed to be dead. I should never have been able to meet another woman, no less fall into her wretched clutches never to find freedom again. The worst part of it all is that, a captive though I am, I cannot seem to muster the desire to wrest my freedom from this harpy’s talons. She has lanced my heart, through and through, and I appear to have lost myself to her will.

It was never supposed to happen like this.

Somehow, I have transformed myself yet again, my role in this world shifting for a second time in so many years. I was first the righteous crusader, as always I had been. I sought justice for this world against the evils of mankind, and was poised to drop the hammer of righteousness upon the wicked head of the beast when I was set upon by a bitter darkness. I became that which I am now.

Now, I… we, rather, belong to the darkness. We both have been delivered from the wickedness of man by the same beast, our savior, Micah, and partaken of the same blood, his blood, together and have become something more. Vampires, they call us. I think it foolish to give what we are a name from the common tongues of the beasts, myself, but I am no lingual authority. Much to my chagrin. That is a tangent for another entry.

Now, with this union, I am changed again. Now, I am a guardian and charge in the same. We are two shields, locked together against a storm of arrows to protect one another from the rain of death that falls around us everywhere we cast our sight. Together we are strong; we are invincible.

Tonight, we’ll be landing in Venice. We will not be staying long.

Two days, time to enjoy the city before we are borne again across the country into Berlin. We will be travelling by train. There will be much to see, and we will have plenty of time alone together in our room. I feel she will enjoy our destination immensely. I would find any place on this earth pleasing, so long as she is there with me.

There I am again, spilling words across the page with some soppy lovesick nonsense.

She will likely strangle me if she reads this.

She will be back, soon. I will continue later.