Dracula Week '22

#5 If Dracula Kept a Diary

May 2-Rainy as usual, but maybe that will clean the drive path in front of the castle before Mr. Harker arrives tomorrow. I wish he hadn’t left London so late. Something about trial notes. It is a long journey to Transylvania. With only one stagecoach every day it will be the middle of the damn night when I get him back here. Must remember to put brandy and an extra blanket in the carriage. I hope that ridiculous woman at the Golden Krone remembers to give Harker my letter.

May 4-Snow. A little late for this kind of chill, which keeps the peasants out of the forest. Makes things more challenging, but I’ll manage. Englishmen require too much luggage! How long does H think he’s staying here? H is paler than I expected. But I like the look. And afraid of my dogs. I thought he’d never stop quivering on the ride up the mountain.

May 5-H liked the baked chicken and drank an entire bottle of wine for supper.

May 8-H cut himself shaving. I nearly lost it. He didn’t need to shave for me, but it caught me off guard. Suddenly, I couldn’t control myself. Why in the hell is the Englishman wearing a crucifix of all things and where did he get it? The zap also caught me off guard. I regret throwing H’s shaving mirror out of the window. I just couldn’t stop myself.

May 16-Certain H saw me leaving the other night. I told him not to wander around the castle. I told him to stay in his room and not to fall asleep in any other room. It’s his own fault. If I hadn’t smelled his fear, I might not have made it to his rescue. Those girls will be the death of me. This man does not follow instructions well. I hope he hasn’t made careless errors on my London property purchase. Ah, what’s done is done. This man is mine, ladies!

June 1-Had to hide all the paper. Judging from H’s journals, he is pretty shook up about having to stay here another month. I could let him write that letter for help he craves and tell him I mailed it for him. Not. Decided to get his traveling clothes cleaned for him. I think I forgot to tell him this.

June 30-Damn! He found me in the shipping crate. Meddlesome fool. Do all English lawyers behave so badly? Have to go to London without him for now. Why does everything have to be such a bother?

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…until next year…