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This is the Audio Log of Reyna Traumst Quartermaine. The date is Friday, May 20th, 2011 at 3:15 AM.

So here it begins, a life as the undead. A life in which I must sacrifice everything to gain that which I have craved most. Money, possessions, knowledge...all of these things of my past mean nothing anymore in this world. I left it all behind for HER. She, she is my goddess, my perfection, my role model. Everything she is I wish to be and everything I had I sacrificed for her, for Sire, For Rebecca. I crave to touch her and yet the very creature both her and I am now are not even supposed to exist. She spoke such sweet words that night, the night I felt her embrace, the night I gave in to sweet surrender and gave her all of me. Blood, life, tears, pain...she took it all and made me a new being. Something unrestrained by the laws of man only to find that even the dead have laws and rules they must follow. How am I to absorb all of this and make my Rebecca proud of me? I owe her my life, making her happy in any way I can is the simplest way I know of saying thank you and yet it seems so...weak and pathetic. It's not enough for the boon I was granted no matter how much pain I have to endure as a result of it. The fact remains, without Rebecca I would be nothing and now...now I am something. I am a clean slate with the world at my feet ripe for the taking. Am I strong enough to claim it?

What does it all mean to be a creature of fable and mystery and yet have feelings that no dead thing should have? How am I to understand any of this? Rebecca has promised to help me understand exactly what it is I am and yet, even with knowledge of my kind, I fear I am to be left to my own devices to figure out exactly how I tie in to the grand scheme of things on the large scale. With all these elders and psychopaths wandering the city streets I feel as if I am seeing Harper's Rock for the first time all over again. This is a world I never knew existed and I am thrust in to the middle of it. Already I have had to allow a skull fracture to heal...yes I know, not fun at all. I sit here now with an ice pack on my head hoping it prevents any secondary swelling and praying that the coldness upon my head eases the headache. I can assure you, having your skull fractured is an ordeal I pray no one else has to endure. I find it funny however that my assailaint had to come upon me in my sleep in order to inflict such a wound. Good to know however that there are a few good people willing to get their hands dirty for me. Girl like me can't afford to ruin a perfectly good manicure now can she? I fear Rebecca would be quite upset if I were in her vicinity with broken and chipped nails protruding everywhere.

I find myself intrigued however by a great many people in this city, this Crownet system is quite helpful when it comes to seeking out my own kind, it is the hub of the Vampire community it seems. I have found interest though in one Zachariah Staus and another named Elizabeth. They both seem to be of the old days and speak quite fluently of times long passed when Vampires were truly a force to be reckoned with apparently. Perhaps if I asked one of them they might actually be able to tell me about Dracula or even The Nosferatu, such movies are all I have to go on and I can say, quite happily, that some of the things portrayed are quite untrue. I have yet to meet a single vampire in this city with a Harem of scantily clad women, the same being true for the myth that vampires can not cross running water as I witnessed that very thing earlier today. It was odd however in that the man had no shadow, perhaps he is an oddity as I look down to my feet now and I see the darkness of my own shadow staring back at me. This is yet another subject that will require more looking in to.

I leave you for now my dearest, my confidant. The one thing I have to confide in that I know will never turn on me. Though, since I lay my head down to sleep now I would like the following to be known. I must arrange a meeting with both Elizabeth and Zachariah. I must also avoid Chad Worthington, the man seems to breed like a virus in this city. Also make note that I must track down Rebecca and have quite a few questions answered about this city as far as do's and don't's are concerned.

I believe that is all. Good night my friend.

This is the Audio Log of Reyna Traumst Quartermaine. The date is Monday, May 23rd, 2011 at 1:50 AM EST.

I spoke to mother about my concerns this evening not even moments ago and she actually told me she was proud of how well I was doing. Regrettably our discussion wasn't long enough to warrant me picking her brain about the old ways, it's a subject I'm quite interested in learning about, to learn the way my Sire lived and to do my best to emulate it in hopes of one day attaining the splendor and grace and wisdom she possesses. She is a grand woman, a Mother to the Darkness within us all. An Angel of Beauty and Grace. The embodiment of desire and dreams come true...though I will admit, I may be a small bit bias in that regard. What can a girl do about such things? No one can help the way they feel can they? Though I must ensure that I do everything in my power to uphold the promise I made to mother. No harm must ever come to the Quartermaine line even if it means martyrdom and self sacrifice on my part. No cost is too high to have the unlives of those I love and care for tarnished by the wicked blades of sub-par creatures in a world that demands sophistication and tact. So many lack it and so few truly know what these things are.

On the bright side however, I made a new friend today. Her name is Aura and we did a fair amount of shopping. She demanded I buy something nice for myself so I did, no one to wear it for but that is a mute point. Sometimes a girl just needs something that makes her feel good. Even if no one ever sees it I will feel better knowing that I can make myself look damn good when ever I please. A small price to pay to hang on to my vanity, if I let too much of my past life go I'll no longer be the woman I was and I will have truly lost myself to the darkness. Anyways...about Aura, she's a truly beautiful woman. Almost as beautiful as mother but there aren't, truly, that many angels in this city. Mother is my Aphrodite, Aura my angel. Those beautiful pink locks of hair cascading about her shoulders...the way she wore that little skirt and that tight little shirt...it was beautiful. A vision I have never truly had before. Aura I looked at as...a friend. Mother though is just...my everything. No body could compare to her but were it not for Mother I assure you friend, Aura would hold that pedestal in my mind.

On a side note I had a few other dealings today, nothing monumental. Apparently the city has started a city wide man hunt for someone named 'Cobb'. From what I have heard he is a betrayer of Vampires and a fool that must be punished. What I don't understand is...how can a predator be punished for ensuring it's own survival above all else? It doesn't make sense to me...perhaps I can track down that Staus fellow and ask him a few questions. The man certainly seems to know quite a bit about this 'Cobb' person. So much to do so little time...

Good night my friend, the sun rises soon and I have been quite the busy girl today. I'll talk to you soon, I promise.

This is the Audio Log of Reyna Traumst Quartermaine. The date is Friday, June 10th, 2011 at 10:37 PM EST.

I have very little to say this evening. I find myself walking a line bordering on insanity and darkness. So many claim the shadow realm is a wicked and evil place yet I find myself if that eternal sleep would be safer for those that walk the streets of this city. I have tasted the blood of another on my hands, I have broken the ribs of a fellow citizen simply because he tried to attack me. I have walked alone for long enough to know that in my life... loneliness is my best and only friend. It is the only friend I can have that won't betray me or be hurt by something I may do. I am self destructive and am working quite readily towards destroying my future...

I look in the mirror and I can almost see his face there behind me. Smiling with that wild hair of his in such casual clothing the exact way he was when I first met him in person. I smile only to hide the frown. The light of my life, the second person that I truly felt a connection to, the only person to brighten an entire day with their presence. I want so badly to tell you everything I think of you but you are part of something far bigger than this city. You have your family, your blood, all of it. I find myself meek and pathetic compared to the feelings you have for them and I know I could never even hold a finger to them. Should you ever find this...

They say life is short. They say you wake up one day and, on that day, all of your dreams and everything you wished for and you wanted their gone...just like that you know? People...People get old and things change and situations change and what I want is...I just want this moment, this day. My feelings for you, the way you look right now, the way I look at you...I just want this to last forever you know?