The Diary of a Lost Soul

[Alanoth (DELETED 1528)]

Day 1: November 1, 2011 A.D.

Well, I seem to have found a random journal that some fool dropped on the ground. It is completely empty, and while I don't know any of my own kind around here, I hope to find comfort in the pages of this book.

But first, to introduce myself to my new companion, my journal. I am Alanoth Arkvir Lirian, last of the Lirian bloodline. Or at least, that's what I think. I have yet to meet someone who knows my family name, and I only found out through rumor who my sire is. All I can remember, is that I exhiled myself here, to this city who's name escapes me.

Yes, I barely remember any of my past. I can't recall my parents, any siblings I may have had, distant relatives, a home, friends, or even how I came to this city or became a vampire. I simply awoke one evening, on the streets of this city, smelling vampires around me as well as humans. I soon realized what I was, from the moment I drank my first blood. For some reason, other vampires call me a 'necromancer', perhaps for the power I cast on a ghoul some time back as I escaped.

I know not what future I have here, I only hope to find a place of residence, perhaps near the Necropolis Nightclub, and start a life here as an immortal vampire.

[Alanoth (DELETED 1528)]

Wow, so much has happened that I haven't written here in a while. So many good things, new friends, family, acceptance, its all amazing and I hope it never ends.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Basically, while at the Necropolis, I was approached by a vampiress named Keara Aithne who told me that she and I were of the same vampiric bloodline through my sire. I do not know my sire, and she explained that he's been missing for some time, so it was a surprise to her as much as me when she discovered me. She told me that there are many others of the Vedarian bloodline, and that we own a property in the Aithne Aslyum, a place where I can stay. I was overjoyed, and that's where I reside now. There's a family gathering soon, and I hope to meet everyone there, perhaps even gettting along well with them should fate be so kind.

Also, I've met several new vampires: Cristiana, Chad Worthington II, Pi, Vivi, and another one who's name escapes me. I met them all at and near the Necropolis, and I hope to keep these friendships/associations for a long time.

This city is not so bad after all, even if I am still lost when I walk these streets. One day I will know these streets well, and can officially call this place home instead of just the city that I live in.

[Alanoth (DELETED 1528)]

Where to begin? I finally found my journal it seems, or else I wouldn't be writing in it with my terrible excuse for handwriting. I suppose I can begin with what I last remember from before the coma incident.

I remember meeting a vampire named Corin, my she was a good friend, and still is. If it weren't for her, my depression may very well have enveloped me forever. I remember that we left the city, heading into the woods despite the winter chill, and we had such great fun. We had a snowball fight, we talked, I think we had another snowball fight, then we just laughed and talked for a while. Truth be told....I think I like her in more than one sense. She's kind, she understands where I used to be with the whole amnesia thing, and I have to admit that she is very attractive. The way she looked at me once, I think she might possibly feel the same way, but that isn't hugely likely due to my own rather unsatisfactory appearance. Anyway, she invited me to a cabin she stays in sometimes, and I slept in one of the rooms she offered to me...then nothing.

According to Corin, I was missing for almost six months. Six Months! That's unbelievable, especially considering that I don't know how I disappeared or what happened in that space of time. All I know is that I awoke in the middle of the streets, sun burnt, cut, bruised, and very weak. I could only stand for a short time, and I was fortunate enough to have found a telephone and used it to call someone. I had no idea who to call, but then Corin popped into my head for no apparent reason, and so I called her and left a message on her answering machine. I passed out again...I thought I was going to die...but then Corin actually found me, which was amazing because I hadn't told her where I was. She took me to her apartment, and helped me get some fresh clothes and even got someone to come and let me drink blood from them. She seems to have crossed over to the Telepath's bridge, which explains how she found me. Then her Grandsire came and attempted to help me find some of my former memories, but we had no success.

Now Corin and I occasionally work together to find answers to my blackout, but I doubt that we'll find any. I plan to make my way back to the Aithne Asylum, I found whee it is on a public map, and hopefully back to my Bloodline family. I write even as I am going there, so for now I end this entry, and I shall continue as soon as I have met with my family again.

[Alanoth (DELETED 1528)]

Again, I have amazing things to write about. Well, amazing for me at any rate.

On the night that I returned to the Aithne Asylum at long last, I met a young vampiress named Octavia. I have to admit, I find her vey fun and I'm just compelled to trust her and want to be around her. She is a part of the Vedarian family as of recently, she's the childe of Keara. I find Octavia to not only be fairly attractive, she's fun, kind, funny, and has one of the softest hearts I've ever seen. If I had had a sister in my former life...I think I'd want it to have been someone like her...or maybe even her...

Speaking of family, Octavia and I recently took a trip to the Honeymead Library to imagine out a family for me. Instead, we may have found a book that my human father wrote which includes my full name and his. It was astaounding! If this isn't a mere coincidence, then I may have a chance at discovering my long lost past. I haven't the heart to read t though...in his dedicatory page...my father...stated that h would not live to see my birth...This troubles me greatly, but Octavia has my back, and knowing that I cannot stay sad forever.

Speaking of her, we purchased one of the cells in the Aithne Asylum , seeing as we both needed a place to sleep, so we're going to share it.

[Alanoth (DELETED 1528)]

What can I say? I lost this book for some time, and now I write with one leg missing from the knee down and having to endure the pain of regeneration. Not fun at all. I suppose I can somewhat summarize what's happened.

Corin is...I don't even know anymore, I haven't seen ehr in forever and this greatly troubles me. Alexandrea is gone somewhere, as is Elizabeth, and Angele....I miss Corin the most, but Angele's disappearance stung hard...I thought I actually had a chance at love...like my memory's showed me...but tis was in vain.

On another note, I seem to have found a girl named Avery who's in simply a miserable state. She's been beaten and abused for who knows how long, and she was along in the park with barely a stitch of suitable clothing when I found her. I plan on taking care of her to the best of my ability, but there's not alot I can do. Maybe...I've never attempted it before, but I think the best thing I can do for her is to Sire her. Need to ask Keara about that.

Octavia's gone too, I haven't seen her in months and I don't even know if she's in Harper Rock let alone alive. I miss my little sister, she made things so much easier despite my Necromancer's depression, I can positively say she was a light for me, a light htat didn't burn.

And then there is Sara, Keara's newest Childe. She can't speak, but she can hear to my understanding, and she can use sign language. A vision of mine showed me how to sign language, it happened while I was asleep. I'm not sure how I know that I can, but I can use sign language. I plan to contact Sara soon, and help her communicate with others as best as possible.

Well, I have little else to share, so I suppose that will do for an entry.

[Alanoth (DELETED 1528)]

It's all over...for myself and my sister.

Octavia is lost, more so than this journal was when I first found it and more than I was when I first awoke in this damned city. I am again alone, because the Bloodline is scattered for some reason, and none are nearby. I've been to the Asylum, and I sat there in Cell 6, that I and Octavia had worked so hard to make our own. It was cold, it was dark, it was empty, much like the current recesses of what heart a Necromancer can have.

Never, in all my time as a vampire, have I truly believed I was undead. But I think, that Necromancers and Shadows alone are the only vampires that can truly be called unead. We exist only because others are willing to acknowledge us. Because someone was unkind enough to rip us from the sweet bliss of the dark abyss. I am here because of that b***ard Jin-Gitaxis.

Yes, that is his name, and that is the Site whom I should hutn down and whose throat I should dislodge from his body. How dare he place me here in this city agaisnt my will, alone?! How dare he jsut expect me to find my own way, without even a slight indication that he would be near?! And how dare I assume or presume that my heart will ever be filled with anything but despair?!

Cell 6 is not warmed with my presence, it is only made colder and more dark. I wonder if I should follow in the footsteps of my father...take the knife that is within my pocket, and slide it across the skin of my throat...

[Alanoth (DELETED 1528)]

Somehow I managed to keep my diary with me despite all that has happened...the Mooncalf...the Hunters...and now I'm bleeding here on the floor of the Mausoleum helplessly.


I don't even remember how I managed to do it, but somehow I got to slip a note under KEara's door back at the Asylum...and bled a trail of red dots all the way to where it pools beneath me ever so slowly. I tried to reach a corner of the room, but I collapsed to the floor before I could do so. The ancient zombies largely ignore me, possibly because of my undead nature...one did take a bite out of my leg but spit it out and the others seemed to get the message.

I can ardly believe it...I'm dying, and not by my own devices...Keara, if you find this next to my husk...I'm so sorry, and as a son loves his mother, I love you...