“14 April, 1867

"It has been almost seventy years since my last journal entry. I had given up trying to remember the details of my early years, but her face appeared again in my dreams. I see her face and only her face. She is smiling at first, happy and content with her life.

"I tried to shake her from my dreams, but I have been unable to get a good night’s sleep for the past month. Unrest makes me irritable and ravenous, and the last thing I want is to sink my fangs into ...