I ran into an old acquaintance of mine who I thought long gone. Mr. Forks. It is strange as I thought the man to have died by sea, now as it turned out that he was a servant of my beloved. He was as wild eyed as I was quite some years ago. He even used some of the same words and mannerisms that I had previously used while under Angelika’s seductive power.
For many years I got to know this angel of death and I am certain that she has been behind several power fights both political and religious. For example, did you know that before our beloved Lincoln was killed (roughly a week), my dear told me that she needed to leave and that I was to give a ring that I was entrusted in my possession; something that I had since Brazil, a ring of curious workmanship but because she didn’t want the ring to fall in the wrong hands, she gave it to me to hold. I obliged her and asked nothing of the ring and kept it on my person until she had asked for it again. On that day that she asked for it said she to me, “The country is going to go through a desperate change that will shake the country”. With the Civil War over in the states I didn’t know what she meant. After she left for Europe, I made my way to Boston and New York to hopefully greet the president and congratulate him on his run for second term of office. It was cold in October and I witnessed the speech that he gave to the American people and was certain that the man was going to win the election and the people’s hearts. I didn’t know that six months later he would be shot by an actor that was vengeful and full of spite.
Edger, I am certain that this man was working under my angel of death, though I cannot prove it. She was gone by January long after the election was over. I don’t know why she plays god on such things.
It was some time after the death of the President of America that I came across Mrs. Grace O’Malley whom I discovered had been watching my family for nearly a century. Something in the wealth of the La Bleaux family was valuable to her and she choose to watch us so that in the event of a possible leak of the sale or dismissal of the item she desired, she could quickly obtain it.
There was something about Grace that immediately caught my eye. On occasion her eyes would show a red hue in her electric blue. Her fire red hair was a dead give away to her Irish heritage and I was certain that there was more to her than meets the eye. I was right and three months later she admitted that she also was a vampire. I could not help but wonder if she was in fact the dreaded pirate Grace O’Malley of the 1530’s but she never let on to it. She had such savoir faire and a cute little laugh that I paid no mind when she would tear into the flesh of a human like he was a fat pig. She and I were quite a couple.
One day I was asked of her what house I was. I was not aware of any houses as my angel has not told me of any. She, upon realizing my ignorance, shut up and would not speak of it again. Now that I know that I am of the House of the First it only leads to more puzzle pieces to be found and how much weight it is and why Angelika is fighting it. It seems that no mater what you do, vampires enjoy the mystery in life.