It was not easy, but thanks to dogged, brave perseverance, plans for Castle Lee II almost complete.

Not to mention a certain LIST.

Still need monster for Pit of Death, though.

Ah, well. Could be worse.

I could be struck with a craving for dill pickles and the powerful urge to knit small woolen garments in pastel colours.

Larmica, Countess Lee

My personal reflections in the wake of yesterday's curse:

Cleaning bill to remove bloodstains from carpet: $500
Enough of that vile bagged blood to recuperate from that much biting: $150
Cost of replacing the bed frame, night stand, divan, two lamps, and that rather purgatorial sofa: still being tabulated
The look on your face at the stroke of midnight: Priceless

Larmica, Countess Lee

Still in 'The City'. Still houseguest of He Who Speaks in Monotones. Is a sad state of affairs when your parasite is wittier than you. Just saying.

Will not give up and despair, however, as have tried that once and it did not work. No matter.

Have learned that is possible to create one's own dwelling in 'The City'. Since then, have been busy with defense plans, diagrams, and fabric swatches.

Must find if there is local newspaper to advertise for domestics. And a monster for my Pit of Death. Pit will have poisoned spikes, of course, but with out monster, is really just a big hole in the floor.

Larmica, Countess Lee

Dear Journal:

Am most put out.

Noble and beautiful self sacrifice in name of family pride has gone sadly awry. Some deities have too much time on their hands. As a result, am stuck in 'The City'.

No, cannot be more specific. Apparently, Gods in charge too busy making citizens speak in archane poetic forms to actually name wretched place. Disgustingly lax.

Have found temporary sanctuary with father-killing vampire hunter from earth. Suspect he has spent too much time with his horse and the thing in his hand as he confuses 'hospitality' with 'threaten multiple times'. He may be attractive for a genocidal head case, but is no excuse for such poor manners.

In other news, with Father's death, am now Countess of the pile of rubble that used to be Castle Lee.

Whee.

More later,

Larmica, Countess Lee

'Neath rocks and mortar
Was my final grave to be;
Martyr to Lee honour.

Robbed of my noble
Sacrifice, I rage.
Vengeance will be mine!