Snippet #958949

((Mmmkay, so I don't know what's going on with Claude, but I'm skippin' him around. Sorry for the absence.))

Claude groggily entered his room, shutting the door behind him. He wasn't quite sure if his roommate was home or who all was or would be there, but he was tired. He was pretty sure he'd ended up doing some kind of shots at the bar earlier. In all honesty, he could care less. For now, he just wanted to lie down. The sun was coming up and the new light wasn't making his head feel any better or clearer.

Entering the room, he threw off his jacket, shoes, and shirt, then fell onto the bed. He reached under the mattress and found what he was looking for. It was a very worn sheet of paper, yellowed with age. He'd hid it there before he'd left for the club, unsure of what to do with it. He didn't want anyone potentially finding it, and typically they went for the obvious hiding spots, like a closet or under the bed first, nto between matresses.

As he attempted to read the note, he slipped back into old memories.

Dear Diary,
I'm not sure what day it is, what year, what month, I just know that today is another day in this new life of mine. Since I transformed, I have been unable to keep time. Wilkos says that somedays I sleep for a few hours and others for days. Once he said that he intentionally woke me up because I'd slept almost four days straight. I sleep in a bed unlike most people would think. This shack is heavily darkened and this provides Wilkos and I with comfortable sleeping arrangements rather than those wooden boxes for the dead. Although, I don't suppose I can talk. Technically, I am dead. Wilkos says I'm a Blue Blood, but I'm not sure what that means.
I miss my parents and I don't understand what happened. All I know are the stories. Wilkos said that they died shortly after I was abandoned in England. They were murdered, he says. I ask him if he know who did it, but he never answers me. I think he knows. All I'm certain about is that once I find out who did it, I will kill them and their families. Kill their family until they are no more. Until not one remains to carry on the lineage. So help the one who is responsible.
I'm angrier than I was before now. The woman who appealed to me tonight was sitting on her balcony. I couldn't lure her out - I would risk being caught. So now, here I sit, awaiting Wilkos. Speaking of Wilkos....


As he let his hand fall limp, he guessed that Wilkos had walked in right that moment. This page had fallen out of one of his journals, but he didn't know which one. He'd never been able to figure it out, so he kept the page hidden, treasured so he wouldn't lose it. It provided so much insight of when he'd first changed. Not much had really changed since then. He was wiser, sure, but he was still fairly confused and curious. As far as he'd learned, those traits were dangerous in his world. . .