June 3, 1963
New York seems to be a place of many worlds. On the surface all appears to be normal, I feel we have been wandering in ignorance for most of out lives. Strangely, the more I explore the boundries of the occult, the more the worlds seem to reveal themselves.
I find it diffcult to explain how strange the world can become when you look beneath the surface.
A vampire came to us not three days ago. A true vampire. Strangely, my curiousity of this far outeighs my fear, or perhaps it is the result of knowing he sought us out. He requested my time on a simple translation, a skill of which my talent resides.
Once complete he paid well for the services and merely left. I find myself a guilty awe in meeting such a violent demon. Still, one cannot blame oneself for the curiousities of the human psyche.
-Anthem Monroe
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