On the being of a Nosferatu's Familiar, The Diary of one Valdrada Steinbach

Foreword

The Diary of Valdrada Steinbach, has by some unknown way, passed into my own hands. Thus I find it most important to share with you, for the story told within is grim and has a great wealth of knowledge on the creatures of the night.

The following translation is not word for word, or by any means complete, as many of the entries be entirely boring and unbecoming of the subject at hand and to the advancement of the story.

I have my own notes enclosed - marked in Italics - to explain things I thought to be noted as to the physical appearance of the diary. here following is a detail of the physical exterior of the book (or rather books).

The diary is a collection of seven books, each quite aged the oldest being of three century's at least and each spanning quite a few years, as it seems the habit of writing came and went over the poor dears life, but we are so lucky that the she made the effort for that last book, which is enclosed much of what you will next read.

the book itself is is of common leather and bound in the traditional style, pages are sturdy and the writing neat and tidy, in that newer instrument pencil. The pages number nearly one hundred and fifty, and except for a few at the end, are filled to the brim with her writing. along the spine of the book their is a small detail of flowers, identifiable as roses, and at the bottom her name engraved.

this be the best description I can at present write, and I suppose you are ready to read the actual diary, so I will leave you with just this warning, that what you lies in these pages be true as life and death, do not wave it away as pure fancy or yourself find the tragedy at your steps.

- Ara