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I am beginning to smell a rat about this house. After so long of living on the streets with murderers, thieves, cutthroats and all manner of riffraff, I can tell when someone is lying...or when they simply have something to hide.
Count Dracula has something to hide. Is every other fool in this mansion blind or can they not see that he is always conveniently about when an attack occurs? Catherine has now been attacked numerous times and how very touching that the good Count is always there...
I had once believed the fiend to be Jekyll, but since he's disappeared to play doctor with his personal midget, I can't really accuse him any longer. The attacks keep happening...and the Count continues to be on the scene afterward.
Fool. He should have disappeared afterward each time rather than lingering. I, admittedly, took great satisfaction in lingering in the shadows to watch those idiotic detectives and Runners examine and inspect my own work, but to stay on the scene...Thickheaded git.
He did show up with wounds on his own arm the other evening...I'll, perhaps, have to give it more thought...
The old desires are steadily returning. Dear, dear Catherine...convinced I merely have a little vice to indulge...But she is only a woman. I can't expect her to understand.
Count Dracula has something to hide. Is every other fool in this mansion blind or can they not see that he is always conveniently about when an attack occurs? Catherine has now been attacked numerous times and how very touching that the good Count is always there...
I had once believed the fiend to be Jekyll, but since he's disappeared to play doctor with his personal midget, I can't really accuse him any longer. The attacks keep happening...and the Count continues to be on the scene afterward.
Fool. He should have disappeared afterward each time rather than lingering. I, admittedly, took great satisfaction in lingering in the shadows to watch those idiotic detectives and Runners examine and inspect my own work, but to stay on the scene...Thickheaded git.
He did show up with wounds on his own arm the other evening...I'll, perhaps, have to give it more thought...
The old desires are steadily returning. Dear, dear Catherine...convinced I merely have a little vice to indulge...But she is only a woman. I can't expect her to understand.