Barwicke has founde me out nearly every eve and has punished me for my attempte on his life. He brings me within a whisper of demise and leaves me to heal, only to repeat the torture the following nighte. It seems to be his new favorite activitie. For the pain I endure, at leaste he is aiding in my quest for his downfall. He has indeed shown me many ways that a vampire cannot be killed. I have found myselfe becoming hardened toward things that used to bring me happiness. It is futile to look for joy when I can never experience it again. I no longer feel I am being punished, that would mean there was something to be learned. Rather, I am being trained. Every interaction with the hunter brings me closer to finding his weakness. Even though I am damned by God above, I will not hesitate to exact His will and smite the bringer of Evil, the Devil’s henchman, my Master, Mr. Barwicke. To this end, I know that no amount of dismemberment can kill the undead.
