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I fear I have been discovered.
This has come as a bit of a surprise, considering the steps I've taken to keep my nature a secret to those around me. I'm rather shocked, and somewhat disheartened by the notion such a thing could happen despite my best efforts. It doesn't help either that Doctor.Julia Hoffman only just appeared a few days ago. I really don't know what to say about all of this.
She has been allowed to stay at the Collinwood Estate for the purposes of research into the Collins family history. Evidently, she is composing a book on the subject of established New England families. She has made an abrupt appearance at my home on more than one occasion, and has tried repeatedly to gain my trust, and insight into my family history. I do not share her desire to make our lives public knowledge, so I have been rather firm with my refusal.
She made another appearance today, with a book in hand containing old family portraits. She told me she came with the book in the hopes it might spark my interest, and convince me to make myself available to her. Though I told her this was not possible, I was at least cordial enough to humor her by reviewing the old portraits while she relaxed from a chair near the fireplace. I was pulling my eyes from a portrait of my beloved Sara when I realized she had a mirror in her hand. She explained she was checking her make up, and remained rather calm afterwards. She then got up, took the book, and politely took her leave.
As some of you might know, I do not cast a reflection. It is possible she did not discover this, yet I saw the mirror, and the angle at which she held it. She had to have noticed my lack of reflection, or confirmed it at the very least. It is my belief she now knows what I am, yet her calm betrays her true intentions. I think this woman has always known the truth, or suspected it at the very least. How she managed to stumble on this knowledge is a mystery, but it is one I will have to unravel before this night is done.
I will confront her tonight. I know who she is, and I know where she is staying. Whether or not I take pleasure in what comes is not something I can afford to think about just now. Julia Hoffman will most certainly have to die.
This has come as a bit of a surprise, considering the steps I've taken to keep my nature a secret to those around me. I'm rather shocked, and somewhat disheartened by the notion such a thing could happen despite my best efforts. It doesn't help either that Doctor.Julia Hoffman only just appeared a few days ago. I really don't know what to say about all of this.
She has been allowed to stay at the Collinwood Estate for the purposes of research into the Collins family history. Evidently, she is composing a book on the subject of established New England families. She has made an abrupt appearance at my home on more than one occasion, and has tried repeatedly to gain my trust, and insight into my family history. I do not share her desire to make our lives public knowledge, so I have been rather firm with my refusal.
She made another appearance today, with a book in hand containing old family portraits. She told me she came with the book in the hopes it might spark my interest, and convince me to make myself available to her. Though I told her this was not possible, I was at least cordial enough to humor her by reviewing the old portraits while she relaxed from a chair near the fireplace. I was pulling my eyes from a portrait of my beloved Sara when I realized she had a mirror in her hand. She explained she was checking her make up, and remained rather calm afterwards. She then got up, took the book, and politely took her leave.
As some of you might know, I do not cast a reflection. It is possible she did not discover this, yet I saw the mirror, and the angle at which she held it. She had to have noticed my lack of reflection, or confirmed it at the very least. It is my belief she now knows what I am, yet her calm betrays her true intentions. I think this woman has always known the truth, or suspected it at the very least. How she managed to stumble on this knowledge is a mystery, but it is one I will have to unravel before this night is done.
I will confront her tonight. I know who she is, and I know where she is staying. Whether or not I take pleasure in what comes is not something I can afford to think about just now. Julia Hoffman will most certainly have to die.