Being a vampire sucks. And sometimes not in the best of ways. The headaches do get worse and you are bound to stumble into more riddles than when you were still living and breathing. Crap.

What is there to tell. De La Croix still didn’t show up. The Prince says it’s on her behalf. But it doesn’t add up really. Even Arkada is more active than he is. Whatever is happening in that little mind of his it makes utterly no sense at all.

Meanwhile I found out how J.B. came to know about that little habbit of mine. He was more than eager to let me know, which might make it a lie. Either way, I don’t care much. All the messages that went to all Toreador also went to one particular Brujah – one which was happy to share it with the rest of his clan. So it’s pretty safe to assume that everybody knows about what we wrote. Which sucks. But in a way it’s also a good thing.

For one thing Freddy was pleased to hear of the matter. Should make it very easy to get rid of De La Croix, should we need to. Other than that he was in utterly good spirits. Which makes me doubt. Something is going on behind his smiles. Just haven’t figured out what it is yet.

More and more I get the impression that I’m seen as Contarini’s shadow. Something that could work to his advantage as well as mine. We were even summoned to the Prince together, though I recon that happend by chance.

Then there was this one thing Brückner mentioned… She said something about 26 minutes of madness. But never explained it. I need to find out what this was all about. And I need to find out what exactly happened in Kassel as well as who wrote the fucking article about it. Damn!