4th of January, 1983 1982 has passed by us and is no more. Adelaide and I celebrated quietly, by ourselves, when midnight came around to herald the New Year. Christmas was a busy affair. Somehow the...obliterated her with a blast of power from a battleship. Meanwhile, my undercover work continues according to plan. No word from the Unspeakables, no word from Hollingberry. No new Tuatha de Dannan

11th of December, 1982 I've been too busy to write. The conference regarding Kuznetsov went about as well as I expected it would, given who was present. Arrogant fuckwit. Though I cannot say I was...Marie Drake is pregnant with twins. I did not ask how that one came about, and I am quite, quite sure I never want to know. Images of turkey basters or bovine insemination guns leave my gorge rising

December 6: There is too much going on for me to remember to make note of it all, but let's see what I can do: 1. The History Geeks. I know who and what. I know entirely too much about that Russian...might be intense, but at least we'd get it over with? I need to talk to Meg. 7. I still intend to get this damn puppy. My lack of time, however, is daunting. But monkey or no monkey, I'll get him

15th of November, 1982 At some point in all of this madness, I turned forty-five. Adelaide and I took the time to accept an invitation to Soong's Halloween party, a gala with a James Bond theme. In...me back to square one. O'Calahan and Darius are going to have to be thoroughly informed and instructed. The conference I've called together is tomorrow night. I'd best get my shit together for it

22nd of September, 1982 I've brought Cressman up to speed on events, set him to translating the script from the Torquerre castle. Wiggins-Hitchcock-Whatever is now his problem. We took a daytrip to...comforted him the first night he slept in his new home. For awhile, those two were inseparable. The least I can do for Adelaide to comfort her is make certain his line does not die with Shai'tan

28th of August, 1982 Still no trace of Kuznetsov. No trace of Alec Lefayne. Adelaide wants to pursue the matter of the elder vampire; soon we'll be taking a daytrip to Rome to have a look about and speak...Research the Tuatha de Dannan. I'm left with the feeling that something far more sinister is at play here. Perhaps Soong will know more. I've yet to give him an update and scour his brain for information

21st of August, 1982 Olenka Kuznetsov... I couldn't keep that promise to Hedelbyrd's mother that I'd rescue the girl. Last night I found her body. She killed her. That girl died in immense pain. I can't get the sight of her murder out of my mind. She's out there somewhere, the bitch. She's the only one who would have enough strength and skill to capture an elder vampire and enthrall him. Granted...

My dearest sweetest cousin. I hope she is feeling better after that party. Maybe it put things into perspective. Hopefully. Or at least bonded her with some friends. An emergency call was put out. An...care to know the why. Something about that brings chills to my spine. Tiger. I hold him whenver the chills happen and feel at peace. Distress subsides. This is what matters. Let the rest wash away

8th of September, 1981 I can barely sit upright. I'm in Mungo's. Last night the Death Eaters attacked an RCMC Watchpost. Location was classified, I didn't know it had existed. Vampires were kept in graves...Zamochit on him, poor bastard. She fled when I came after her. I must have passed out shortly thereafter, I don't remember more than that. Why the Hell didn't the Ministry just destroy the vampires

... We only caught the fucking piss ant Dark Wizard lackeys instead of the ring leaders. That night I took on four in combat and would have had them all, had they not fled with their fucking port keys. Olenka Kuznetsov was there in her new skin. She's possessed a woman named Myst Hydelbyrd. Edward Gallivant and the last Betenoir sibling are dead. We're free. Adelaide got the little bitch, from where...