So little happened tonight, it is a wonder I write it down. Isabelle's sire is still on the rampage. Now he has trapped Iona's sire, and she is not happy and so is endeavouring to make the rest of our lives so.

No that she can make mine any worse. I have finally succeeded in getting a communication with Ferdi. Apparently eh was disappointed in my lack of grief for his death, even though he is not really Ferdi. He felt that he had been Ferdi for so long that I should have some kind of reaction to news of his death. Therefore I am now in mourning for the next week. I knew my scarf and black dress would see the light of day again.

The only other point of interest is Luke's declaration of Prince. It seems to have taken some of the court by surprise but that is none of my concern. Luke has finally alotted our duties. Andrew is sherrif, Tanaka is Keeper of the Elysium, Isabelle is Scourge, Daryl, Lysander and I are primogen and Luke, obviously, is Prince. Power sharing here we come.

And on a lighter note, our porn empire, Twilight Entertainments, inc., has certainly taken off. I also have a new pet, a ghoul called Simon. He was our director and now he stays with us permenatly.

I still cannot find my sire although I have heard rumours that he is somewhere south of here, possibly London or Kent although I can't get confirmation. I wish I could find him. Then my life would be complete.