We now have knowledge that the Bavarian fought valiently to maintain her earthly virtue until the very end.
The authenticity of this has been debated throughout the centuries, but the following documents of antiquity, dated June 24, 1457 that I have carefully preserved throughout time, describe a more telling nature of the conquest of my betrothed. My mortal servant, the devoted Cassandra had allowed her jealousy to spawn into hatred for my new obsession.
Having requested from Cassandra to eradicate any remaining connection between my beloved and her mortal past, so that she may remain, without obstruction, by my side, Cassandra could no longer withhold her contempt.
My Lord, as she grows stronger, you grow weaker. Your bloodlust has left you corrupted, your passion for her will be your undoing
You're feelings have betrayed you Cassandra, were you able to do as I had asked?
This one last time, I will do as you wish, but in return, you must give something to me
Anything....but that which you most desire
Kill her my Lord, kill her, or she will be your ruin, I swear it
Do not mock me Cassandra! Her life is even more precious to me than yours! She will live with me for the centuries to come, as I have lived. My blood now flows through her veins, never again will she feel the warmth of the sun on her face.
Cassandra Dimitrache Niculescu
Born: 18 October, 1430
Burned Alive: 26 June, 1457
Further documentation as set down by the hag woman Ursula:
"In a dream I have seen them together following the night of the unholy kiss, when the dark one took from her, was given, her innocence and they became one. The unspeakable kiss that sealed destiny. He, the dark Prince, reclines on a crimson chaise longue, the muse kneeling faithfully at his feet. So it shall come to pass. The music has begun and cannot be stopped."
And so it was done, the life of the beautiful young Bavarian girl had been claimed by me, Count Grishnackh, for all eternity. The blood that courses through her veins, is now that of mine. Never again would her lovely gaze be witness to the sunrise nor the sunset. She was now the spawn of eternal darkness, her purity but a distant, faded memory.
The following manuscript, recorded on an exceptionally cool and crisp September eve the year of 1457 show the transformation of "D" had become complete. That evening I had prepared myself to venture out in the night to claim my prey.
Master, the shroud of darkness has come, the moon is bright, I beg of you, take me with you, I yearn to see the outside world again, I crave the hunt.
My beloved, realize your journey into this world has hardly begun, the path of darkness is forever, your time to venture out has not come. However this one occasion I will grant what you wish, but it is a rare privilege.
<as they leave the safety of the compound together, the life around them is all encompassing>
My Lord, I am frightened, the night, it is so vast.
Do not let the chaos of the outside world distract you D, sharpen your senses to the prey
<Amidst the activity of the nightime world D locates her victim, a young man of roughly 20 years of age walking down a busy street. She coyly lures him in with seductive conversation and when in he has made himself vulnerable, she ferociously attacks her prey, killing him within seconds. Fearing she will be noticed, I intervene, grabbing D and pulling her from his neck>
My lovely D, while I admire your depravity, you CANNOT carry on like this in a public thouroughfare.
<D had become electrified with energy, her physical being was in a state of desire she had never felt>
My Lord, lay with me tonight, I crave your affection
You distract me with your sensuality D, leave me to my meditations
Count Grishnackh
27 September, 1457