From the Diary of the Watcher in Training, Edna Fairweather: Late 1800's

Today I spoke with a dead man. An entire day locked in a cellar with our first real vampire and they expect us to sleep! I feel as though I have electricity running through me. He is called Roche, and he is a true monster. He unsettles me (though I'd never let on, Roger would just love to see me afraid)... But there's something else. Something in his eyes, his voice... he speaks as though he knows us. Calls me Edna, not Miss fairweather, which is a dreadful liberty, But.. Is it somehow comforting as well? he makes me feel as though I should like him t o know me. To be his equal, even as an adversary. I should like to walk about his world. is that a vampire's power? To make the cold and dark feel welcoming? Tomorrow we are to go sit with him again. To hear more stories of vampires, for he knows hundreds, even some he claims have yet to be. It's wrong somehow what we're doing... the way the Watchers, even Mr. Dunworthy are acting. The way Roche looks at us. There is a darker purpose here. I'm afraid to go back in that cellar. And I long to.