COMPLETE! The Wasteland. A woman screams in the night. Spotlights flash on a pile of dust in the desolate patch of land that lay just beyond the tall crosses that picket the boundary of Encampment R-34. A group of curious students leave their bunkho...
The third of November, Fourteen Hundred and Seventy-nine
To those I have loved in life,
Each dawn this fortnight Dracula has come to me. He is very much alive. To him, I am Azzo, the most cherish'd servant. My fear, which had been sizable, has waned. As has my protest. His captivating promise to me is life everlasting. Of this, I consent. I am to be the first of his children. And then Kumpan, as my aide. I accept this life, and the undeath to follow. Of him shall I give my all. No longer will I be shackled by reason and fear. The tablets the Ottomans discover'd were meant for the gods of this world. Mankind is ours for the taking. I extend my sorrows to you now, for I will no longer feel them after this night. By the light of next moon I will be in a coffin, ready to wake.
FROM CHRONOSCOPE — letter discovered unopened at a dig site for the ruins of Castle Klatka at the foot of the Carpathian Mountains
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