ENTRY #2 OCTOBER 14TH 1791

It's the 4th hour and I've faced another night of no sleep. Not because of Claudia, no. I don't think she'll be troubling me again any time soon. I'm still not alone, Adrian is keeping me company now. I'm not as disturbed as I was last night, since Adrian actually looks like a relatively normal person, but his sharp eyes will always make me feel uneasy. He can actually look kind of mysterious with him hiding behind his long hair, but the sharpness of his shoulders makes him look almost not human. If it's no bother, I'd like to tell you another one of my stories. 

Andrei was a young servant of God, devoted to his church in Wallachia. He was visiting Great England to visit the Bishop of my church, to hear his wisdom in hopes of drawing himself closer to God. But the bishop was no man of God. He claimed to be and truly thought he was, but he had a narrow mind and would persecute those who study science, sorcery, or any knowledge that took any credit away from God. When Andrei arrived, he was greeted by Adrian, but Adrian was not his true name. He even told him his true name, Dracul. Dracul was the title attributed to Vlad III who lived 300 years ago, his cruelty and thirst for blood is what gave him that name. By the way, Dracul is a Romanian term for Satan. I've never been to Romania, but I know their language very well, I know quite a handful of European and magical languages. But anyway, Adrian was the first person Andrei met in Great England, and he promised to help him connect to the Bishop and teach him of the history of the church. Before his first visit to the church, Adrian showed Andrei a book containing anatomical knowledge of 2 generations of physicians. Andrei read it and praised God for how much work was put into the design and functionality of the human body. This inspired Andrei to learn to become a physician and heal people in the name of God, however, Adrian turned him into the church, claiming Andrei was practising witchcraft and planned to attribute the devil's work to God, the ultimate form of blasphemy. Andrei was burnt at the stake that night, and Adrian was never seen in Great England again.

…Until now, he still has not moved from my closet. I've only checked on him 2 times, I feel like I should be checking more but I don't feel the need to be doing so. I can't really resist the urge to look behind me, but if I did, I wouldn't have discovered that Adrian is now smiling at me. It's a small smile, but that doesn't stop it from being the most sinister smile I've seen. I don't see why someone would smile at me after I literally just called them Satan…Oh yes, the idea behind that story… I'm fascinated with the idea of trust. You can trust someone with a secret and also trust them enough with your life. You can even trust someone to hold a knife to your throat trusting that they won't kill you, yet at the same time, you might not trust that exact person is not always telling you the truth. I just hopped out of my chair for a second, I just felt the need to look at Adrian at an equal level…he's still smiling. Sorry, trust. Yes, this story is my expression of the truths and consequences of trust. Andrei trusted Adrian to show him truth, discovering the beautiful branch of scientific knowledge of anatomy, which he could have used to learn medicine aid in his newfound passion to be a physician, however, his trust in Adrian got him killed by the church, as an enemy of God. If he didn't trust Adrian, he never would have discovered the sciences and would have missed out on a whole world of glory he could have potentially brought to God by helping people in this name. So it appears what I'm trying to convey is that we can never know who to trust, and I don't know how I can have faith in people.