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nosferatu T HURSDAY , D ECEMBER THE S ECOND I have announced some last minute changes to the wedding plans and confused my dear husband. I want a bouquet of Wild Roses and Hawthorn, which I will have to make some ridiculous excuse about having a long and loving history with. And then I shall need all of the vessels and ornaments to be made of silver... pure silver. I will not settle for less, for I am the bride. Due to my deep devotion to both the Lord Our God and my husband, I would like the most solemn and religious ceremony, and the venue should be blessed most thoroughly by all the best priests and fi lled with the most beautiful Catholic imagery, of which, I have claimed, I have always been fond. Large crucifi xes. Large, but not too large. Something one might pick up if the need arises. Our meal should be full of the fi nest garlic flavors, which my husband is a bit worried about, for he notes that there will be kissing, but I have assured him that the guests will be expecting it, and he was not raised around many women so I think I've managed to sneak that one past. I also recommended he wear his most noble armor, to display his noble rank, and noble attitude, I guess, but I was losing the thread and I think he may suspect something. Perdina Meeks also stopped by again. Th is time she was trying to boast that she and her husband had been invited to the home of that charming Lord Gowrie that very evening, and I strongly objected to this. She thought me silly and a wee bit jealous, for she did not know that creature only drank the blood of royals. And so I feigned the most obnoxious whining... I was pretending to be AT THE nuptials her, I suppose, and I begged her to stay with me. "Perdina!" I said, overcome with emotions. "You simply must stay and help me or this wedding has no hope of coming together!" And that seems to have convinced her, for, no doubt, she believes it to be true. She decided to stay, but I did not feel comfortable with one left behind, so I continued, "And poor Percy is in such a state that the sober mind and level head of the Baron would be sure to steady the bridegroom's nerves. Could he please come attend to Percy? I say, Lord Gowrie is only an acquaintance, but you and I are such good friends! We simply must have you around during this important time in our lives!" Perdina was quite pleased by this and sent for her husband at once. "Did you know," she said after, "that the Lord Gowrie's name is Ruthven! Ruthven! To think! Whoever heard of such a name as that?" "It was outlawed, dear," I replied. "Why ever so?" "Th ere was a man with that name who tried to murder the King. King James." "Well," laughed Perdina. "Let's hope they're not related! Ha! Ha!" F RIDAY , D ECEMBER THE T HIRD Percy has come to me in a fi t. It seems a man came over to his house the night before and stood just outside the French Doors leading onto his bedroom balcony. Obviously Ruthven Gowrie, the vampire said Percy was marrying into worthless blood—for apparently he doesn't count one half of the family tree bespeckled with baronets and mayors—and that uprooting the base of the