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May 1st, 1985 Entry Log #34 This weeks have been brutial. I've had no luck in finding my assignment anywhere. I've look in the forest, in the cities of England, London been the most populaited place for vampires to hid, but nothing. This one definatly a stealthy one, it has proven that for the past 4 weeks since I've arrived from Japan. I still don't know what this vampire's name is, all I have going for me is the descrition of it having white eyes, sickly pale skin and is very small in size, which makes me wonder, if this is a female vampire I'm searching for.
My greatest weakness, killing female vampires.
My sister was turn into one and I was forced to kill her after she went on a rampage a few years back, I was young but it still pained me to be the one to kill her, even if she truely wasn't my sister anymore. Ever since then, whenever I see a female vampire, it makes me freeze before I can hell them, causing me to get almost killed or lectured by my Superiors. If this vampire is truely a female vampire, I must find a way to over come my weakness, after all I am a Vampire Hunter, one of the best, even with a weakness such as mine.
I must find that vampire or I might just get kicked off the Vampire Hunters Society; I've already been warned since my last assignment and I dont't want that to happen.
I'll find you vampire, I'll find you if its the last thing I do.
The winds howled tonight, the trees swayed with uncorntrollable movements, trembling and shivering, showing that tonight was going to be a very cold, ruthless night. A figure stood up top a tower on London's greatest church; his figure was tinted all black due to the darkness which no light was around to elluminte, the moon was covered by heavy gray clouds which seemed pitch dark-gray and black. He seemed to wear a long coat or even a cloak, the back of it swayed with the heavy winds of the cold midnight. If looked closer, you couldn't see his face at all, not even his eyes, just a completely tinted black figure, unmovable like the statues he stood next to. Suddenly a loud scream was hard, like a curling cry of dispair. The figure suddenly opened it eyes, revealing them to be a dark-lavander; he suddenly disappeared after a gush of winds hit the top of the church leaving behind nothing but some sort of blak petals in his place.
I've found you...my vampire