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Diary of Belisarius Vedius Phillida

This nightmare started when I went to take the evening meal with my brother Adamus at the South Watch Tower in the Temple District.

I was Watch Captain in the Market District and Adamus in The Temple District.

We had been made Watch Captain together on the same day, 5 years ago.

I was born but a few minutes before Adamus.

Since that time we had done everything together our whole lives.

Even joining the Legion in the Service of Emperor, advancing through the ranks together.

And when I died we were together.

We did not see each other as we once did, unless the effort was made to do so.

So it was good that night to spend my off hours in the Tower drinking and telling the stories that soldiers will tell in such circumstances.

Just enjoying the time with my dear brother and our friends.

The hour had gotten late, and I had decided to stay the night in my brother’s tower and return to mine in the morning.

Just past the midnight hour, one of the guards ran into the tower watch room, screaming that a murder had been committed.

We all ran from the tower into the Temple District, both my brother and I running together toward the Southwest Watch Tower.

Adamus broke to the left at the Waterfront Gate and ran down toward the Temple Of The One, I continued down toward Seridur's house.

I saw a figure standing in the shadows before I reached that door and broke left toward it as soon as I stepped off the pavement, the creature was on me.

I say creature, because I now know that was what it was.

I was quickly knocked to the ground, and viciously attacked, as I fell I called out for my brother Adamus, and as I did I saw Adamus round the corner.

The creature did as well, and was off of me and gone into the night so quickly we knew not which direction or where he had gone.

But the evidence of his being there was very clear.

A dead woman, bloody, her throat ripped open blood everywhere on the ground, and my self knocked to the ground and bloodied beaten as well.

Adamus gathered me up and with the help of the other guards that had responded helped to carry me to the Imperial City Watch barracks for treatment, and I rested there that night.

That was the night I had the first dream.

I dreamt of someone sleeping peacefully in his bed, then a shadowy, gaunt figure silently entered the room.

Like the one that had attacked me in the Temple District.

Approaching the bed, this figure leans down and sinks his fangs into the sleeping person.

After a few moments, the pale figure rises, blood dripping down his chin.

As color flows back into the vampire's face, his features fill out, suddenly I began to recognize the face as my own.

I awoke screaming…

That day I felt it would be best to recover in my own bed in the North Tower of the Market District.

Adamus, agreed but only if one of the local Market District women would go with me there and take care of me

until I was able to resume my duties as Watch Captain.

I reluctantly agreed and the woman and I returned to my room in the tower.

In the coming nights I had more dreams.

I had a dream of my childhood days.

I was playing hiding games with my young friends and Adamus it was a warm summer afternoon.

I went and hid in our parents’ barn, where I sure I would not be found.

I could smell the sweet smell of the hay, slowly this smell was replaced by a darker, sickly smell.

I began to move deeper into the barn, only to stumble on the rotting corpses of our parents.

Their throats had been ripped out. I try to scream, our parents began slowly rise from the ground.

I tried to run but I could not, I was paralyzed, and slowly pulled into their embrace

Once again I awoke screaming..

I was alone, the woman had gone for food in the market, I am glad she had done so, I know she would have

been terrified had she seen my awakening.

That next night I had another dream, or so I thought it was a dream…

I dreamed, of the woman that had been sent with me to the tower to take care of my wounds.

She was treating defensive wounds I had received on my hands.

As she applied the salve to my skin, I began to feel the tingle of magic as the pain begins to subside.

But as I watched, in horror the flesh of on my hands began to bubble, crack, and split, falling in chunks to the

floor of the tower.

The woman smiled at me sweetly, again I awoke screaming..

But it was not a dream.

As I awoke screaming yes indeed it was the woman she had been wiping the salve on my hands.

But as I sat up looking into her eyes, a look of utter horror, and sheer terror came across her face.

As she started to rise from the chair next to the bed and pull away, I realized something..

My body craved the warm blood that was pulsing through her body, no…

I had to have that Blood..

I Needed Her Blood…

In a flash I was on her, the newly found fangs in my mouth sinking into the soft white warm flesh of her neck..

I felt the Life Giving Blood of her body flow into mine..

It was Good, So Very Good..

As I fed on her, I heard my brother Adamus coming up the ladder from below, he was calling my name to see if I

was up and awake and feeling better..

I thought to myself, Yes.

I would answer Yes to both of those questions…

As the trap door in the floor opened and I saw his face looking at me.

I saw the same look of utter horror, and sheer terror come across the face of my Dear Brother.

The same look that had been on the woman’s face.

As I locked eyes with my brother the neck of the woman still in my mouth.

I knew what I wanted, I knew what I needed and it was Blood.

Much more Blood, Sweet Warm Blood…

I dropped the woman and leapt towards my Dear Brother Adamus.

He dropped quickly back down closing the trap door and locking it from below…

Betrayal! Foul and Loathsome Brother!

I screamed at the top of my lungs…

Imprisoned! Imprisoned in my own Tower! I screamed..

And so it was that I locked in my own private room.

Adamus called to me through the trap door, told me of his plan to lock me in the tower.

With an Imperial seal on the trapdoor not to be opened!

When I get free, I will find that Traitorous Brother Of Mine, And Rip Out His Throat!

As I Feed From His Very Neck!

Two weeks. Two weeks have passed since Adamus locked me in my quarters.

Try as I might, I cannot free myself.

I can not breach the trap doors If I don't feed soon, I feel I will go mad.

Food, blood, blood, blood, blood, I need it I need blood, need blood…

It was thus I began my wait, my long wait…

It has been many months now, how many months I do not know.

And in those many days after Adamus locked me in the tower.

I have raged and yelled beating on the trap door, trying to open it.

That my Need and Craving for Blood could be fulfilled.

Initially I heard the guards there, but then I heard no one.

So I became silent and quiet, so I could hear them.

Eventually after many, many months they came back in the room below.

I had developed a plan, while they were away.

It was to be as still and as quiet as I could possibly be, motionless and silent for hours and hours on end.

The Grey Fox himself would be amazed at my ability to remain quiet and silent for such long great periods of time.

If think that if I am quiet and silent long enough they will forget I am here.

Then some one will open the trap door and I will be free at long last, to Feed My Hunger…

Years have passed away now, I am sure of it…

The people below come and go.

I am certain I have heard my Dear Brother Adamus, come and go several times.

Always reminding those in the tower not to go near or unlock the trap door.

So silently I wait…

I know someone will open that trap door eventually, I know they will..

I am betting it will be some young thief in search of ill-gotten goods and wealth.

A thief would deem themselves a thief worthy enough to break into an Imperial Watch Captain residence.

Yes I think it will be the one such as that to open that trap door eventually...

More years have passed now, and there has been time for me to think and remember.

It is quiet here in the tower…

I knew a man who was a great man.

How odd that I cannot seem to recall his name.

I think we were friends, or brothers maybe, but I'm not certain.

I have been locked in this tower for many, many years I am sure of that.

I feel very ill at times and left to my dreams and feverish nightmares, I am alone...

Didn't I once know a great man?

I begin this entry of my diary on a momentous day.

Actually it is night, I think it is, I am no longer sure.

The night terrors have ceased, and my second life has begun.

It will be forever night for me here in the tower.

I have become one of the children of the night.

A son to mother wolf and brother to the bat. I am nosferatu, a vampyre.

Tonight is the first night of the rest of eternity.

I rediscovered this diary today. It has been 13 years since I last wrote in it, I think, I am not sure.

All I do know is a long eternity stands before me.

Matching the one that has passed behind me and with the blood hunger continuing ever pulsing in my veins.

There is little urgency for diaries, or much of anything now.

I have now accomplished a great feat!

Through my shear willpower alone.

I have been able to command the bones of the long dead woman that was my caretaker, to arise.

She now able to stand and has become animate and able to walk about the room.

I spend much time talking to her quietly, so that they do not hear us talk in the rooms below.

I have even given her my long sword and shield.

During the hours when I know that no one is there in the two rooms below us.

We have begun to spar and dance a dance of Death.

Practicing for that time that we shall dance that dance with My Dear Brother.

She has become my constant companion, My Queen..

I remember the night of my imprisonment often, and think of nothing but Blood and Revenge.

Has it really been 89 years since I last wrote?

The pages are getting fragile.

I have rediscovered purpose, though it took nearly a century.

I have finally gained some measure of control over the blood frenzy.

I know my Dear Brother Adamus, is long since dead.

Passing on to what ever Heaven Or Hell would await some one such as he.

That is a sad thing for me, because I so wanted to help him on that journey myself…

I had forgotten about this diary.

I won't bother to calculate how many decades it has been since I last wrote in it.

The cattle of this city know me as a Spirit or Ghost, that lives in the North Watch Tower.

Centuries ago I knew myself as Belisarius Vedius Phillida.

I was a Imperial Captain Of The Watch in the service of the Emperor.

I seem to recall having a brother, that was the same as I, but from time to time his name escapes me.

It is No matter...

I have grown beyond friends and family.

I rule the night here in my tower prison, my realm and domain.

I am both King and Emperor, Ruling My Domain, With My Skeleton Queen…

I have heard the guards below talking of Adamus Phillida.

That was my brother’s name, the one that imprisoned me here in the tower.

I know this Adamus can not be my brother.

But I am sure that it is his progeny, and all the progeny of my brother are my enemies, and must die…

I have also the heard guards below talking about something called The Night Mother Rituals.

Over the many years that I have been here in this tower, there is a woman that speaks to My Queen and I.

I now know this woman is The Night Mother.

I heard the guards talk about the items and things needed to conduct such a ritual.

They are created from actual body parts, including a heart, skull, bones and flesh placed within a circle of candles.

And to proceed with this ritual.

One must stab the effigy repeatedly with a dagger rubbed with the petals of a Nightshade plant.

While whispering the plea, "Sweet Mother, Sweet Mother, send your child unto me.”

“For the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear."

I have none of the things needed for the ritual.

The flesh and skin and heart of the woman that I feasted upon so long ago has now since long turned to dust.

But I do have Time, much, much Time to pray to The Night Mother, and Pray I Will…

Whispering this Prayer, many, many times during the days and nights that have passed.

I have heard of this “Adamus Phillida” that walks and breathes the air of this world today.

He has been talking and boasting to the guards.

“It is a wonderful city, and I'm proud to have served her for 40 years,

But I'm ready to retire, let the young folks take over the reins.”

So I pray to the Night Mother daily.

That this progeny of My Dear Brother will yet feel my wrath.

By my hand, or through prayer to The Night Mother that it be done by the hand of a Dark Brotherhood Assassin..

So My Queen and I shall wait for that trapdoor to open and for the Night Mother to fulfill my dreams..

So that I may have that Vengeance upon on My Dear Brothers Progeny.

And any that would stand in the way of it..

I will no more write in this journal.

I will only wait in silence, Sweet Vengeful Silence…