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Day 223: The sun has failed to rise, and it appears my thirst for the blood of my enemies has taken on a literal spin, as opposed to merely a figurative one. Thus, all signs point to a curse event today.
Also, the fangs are arguably a giveaway.
According to standard vampire lore, I should now possess the strength of twenty men, the ability to scale vertical surfaces with no regard for the laws of gravity, a reasonable grasp of hypnotic and telepathic abilities, command over nocturnal animals, the ability to summon mists and storms, the ability to shapeshift at will, a smile that the traitor Judas might be proud of, and perhaps most notably, the ability to forcibly confer my vampirism onto unwitting victims--traditionally, ones named Lucy.
How fortunate.
To any young English solicitors in residence, I would at this time like to contract your services in providing legal support for a real estate transaction I have been considering.
[OOC: ...Head for the hills, it's Vampire Rudy. And yes, he's read Dracula; all the quoted powers and references come directly from the
Count Dracula Wiki page, and the request for a solicitor is, naturally, an echo of Dracula's first step toward world domination. He's got to have some entertainment with this, after all.]