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23rd of October, 2012.

Flavian hardly leaves my side. We had the talk about breaking into people's homes; I don't think he'l be doing it again. I also realize that he doesn't know if he does need to feed, so I'll have to ask Keara somehow if her wraith has to feed to stay here. I don't want to lose Flavian. Despite his appearance, he's very nice company (when he feels like it).

I've also been told people to track. Tonight I got distracted. I had been doing my work, honest to god. Flavian and I were walking and this man was loitering outside a house. I didn't know anyone else was out, I forget that Flavian can't be seen by everyone. So, naturally, I tried to pretend I was on the phone. Strike number one. Two came when I snapped the man's cigarette in half. I need to think more before I do something. He is a vampire, I know that much.

In any case, he was ... nice, I guess. Awkward, like me.
I found some comfort in that.

I suggested we do something at some point. Very vague but I didn't know what else to say at the time. We'll see how this goes.

Oh yeah, his name is Bud.

27th of October, 2012.

I over think things.

There's a Halloween party that the .. allurists?.. I don't exactly know what those are. Another type of vampire but I don't think I've met one yet. I recall Niklaus saying something about them but it wasn't anything good. Thinking more, fairly certain he named someone I'm fairly certain is in Leviathan. But I can't remember the name at all. Some are so strange.

But yeah, this party. I've thought it over ever since I met him, maybe it'd be something casual to go to. I don't know. I haven't really been on a date in a long time and coming here, the only two men I talk to are Niklaus and Alanoth. No one ever said I was graced with social forward behavior. I wish I was.

So I asked, he said yes.
But now my head's racing.

1st of November, 2012.

I was resting when it happened, I don't remember feeling any pain. No, not until I woke up.

There was blood everywhere, on the ground, on the people that were resting around me. Bits of heart matter dried out, too. I thought they were just rocks that came off the walls in the sewer until I picked them up. But the pain was the worst of it. I'd rather be shot by that Asian woman several times over. Same spot on the shoulder, too if she wanted. I'll never complain about gun wound again; the knife saw to that.

I'm healed, or at least I was given blood and the wound seems shallow enough that it'll clear up in the next few days. I'm not sure, but I'll write down how long it takes to heal.

But I plan to return the favor.