It Will Never Stop
It seems that each time I make my arrival to the parlour, someone else is sick, or harmed.
I had arrived to attempt my capture of the madwoman again for I was quite unsuccessful the night prior when I found that two people were targeted tonight. Mrs. Linton and Miss Vane had been attacked in the graveyard by the same entity that had attacked one of them before.
The Count that had informed me of what had happened; he found them during his stroll out in the graveyard, both of them weak, pale and drained of blood. Since Mrs. Linton was awakening first, I approached her. Her pulse was weak, and she was awfully pale. I feared that if I did not do something, she would surely die.
I settled on a transfusion.
It is a bit of a new process, and it seemed that there was some dubiousness as to if it would work or not, though someone -- a Mr. Alan Campbell -- volunteered his blood for the cause. Miss Vane had to be supplied with my own for I did not trust the Counts to be able to account for such a thing. With his disease, his blood would be weak, and perhaps thin.
After the process was completed, the Count had took his leave, and I was left behind to speak with Mr. Campbell. He is an interesting man, to say the least. One who spoke of having committed suicide... This confuses me still for he is quite alive and kicking. Come to find that we have some things in common, such as the love for science. We also seem to have thorns in our sides. Both of which are present in this mansion, though while he can avoid his source, I am afraid I am quite trapped with my own.
I have given thought to what the Count had stated to me, and I had come to realize that our conclusions are, indeed, correct. Leaving Hyde in his binds only has him become stronger when he slips the leash. I have considered allowing him free leave now and again to ensure he remains 'weakened', per say. Though I am leery that he should become stronger from being exposed to the outer world.
I find my concern growing for a number of residents in this mansion; Mrs. Linton is one of them to be precise. It seems that she has been the favored target of the attacker, and I fear that should she be attacked too often in a week -- or even in a day -- that she might weaken and die from the lack of blood. Thus far we have suffered from kidnappings, illnesses, these phantom bites...we need no deaths to weigh upon our shoulders.
I had arrived to attempt my capture of the madwoman again for I was quite unsuccessful the night prior when I found that two people were targeted tonight. Mrs. Linton and Miss Vane had been attacked in the graveyard by the same entity that had attacked one of them before.
The Count that had informed me of what had happened; he found them during his stroll out in the graveyard, both of them weak, pale and drained of blood. Since Mrs. Linton was awakening first, I approached her. Her pulse was weak, and she was awfully pale. I feared that if I did not do something, she would surely die.
I settled on a transfusion.
It is a bit of a new process, and it seemed that there was some dubiousness as to if it would work or not, though someone -- a Mr. Alan Campbell -- volunteered his blood for the cause. Miss Vane had to be supplied with my own for I did not trust the Counts to be able to account for such a thing. With his disease, his blood would be weak, and perhaps thin.
After the process was completed, the Count had took his leave, and I was left behind to speak with Mr. Campbell. He is an interesting man, to say the least. One who spoke of having committed suicide... This confuses me still for he is quite alive and kicking. Come to find that we have some things in common, such as the love for science. We also seem to have thorns in our sides. Both of which are present in this mansion, though while he can avoid his source, I am afraid I am quite trapped with my own.
I have given thought to what the Count had stated to me, and I had come to realize that our conclusions are, indeed, correct. Leaving Hyde in his binds only has him become stronger when he slips the leash. I have considered allowing him free leave now and again to ensure he remains 'weakened', per say. Though I am leery that he should become stronger from being exposed to the outer world.
I find my concern growing for a number of residents in this mansion; Mrs. Linton is one of them to be precise. It seems that she has been the favored target of the attacker, and I fear that should she be attacked too often in a week -- or even in a day -- that she might weaken and die from the lack of blood. Thus far we have suffered from kidnappings, illnesses, these phantom bites...we need no deaths to weigh upon our shoulders.