Diary of the Midwife Engrid Merc June 6, 1506
Today there was a birth just outside of Dracul's village. It was a steamy day, and not the best on which to be born. It is a cursed day. The day of the devil. And a strange birth it was. In the middle of the afternoon she came, born to a woman who was at one time known for her skills as a seamstress throughout the country. Then something happened. The reports are varrying, no one was actually there. Some say that God came to punish her for the evils her husband was commiting in the bed of a young nobel woman, still others claim that it was Satan himself come to collect on a debt long past due. I, myself, believ in neither God nor the devil, but whatever it was from that day on the woman never sewed again. She was blinded and "driven mad" by whatever she saw that day. Given over to what people called strange "visions" of the future or some such other nonsensical thing she spent days and weeks in her cottage, talking to people who did not exist. She was six months pregnant.
The delivery was long in coming and proved to be one of the hardest I've ever performed in my ten years of midwifing. There was an obscene amount of bloodloss and in the end the mother died. It was probably for the best after all, now she could rest safely, away from the maddness that plagued her. But the child, she lived to take the name uttered by her mother in the last moments of her life.
This child was different. I could feel it from the first moment I picked her up. A tiny girl, hardly weighing anything, sickly and weak seeming, but strong somehow. Powerful. there was something about her that I couldn't understand and perhaps will never be able to comprehend. As I washed the blood from her tiny body, she opened her eyes and I felt a cunvulsion of fear wrack through my body so as I almost dropped the child. Something in my head told me, "Leave here! Send this child back to the inferno from which it came! Run! Run for your life! For this is true evil." I will never forget those steel grey eyes. Wise beyond their moments of life. I will never forget that feeling, for in those eyes I saw my destruction.

Diary of Vlad Dracul May 4th, 1511
Dusk approaches, I can feel it coming, fast and strong. So, I will write swiftly, for tonight I have some business to attend to and it is imperative that I arrive on time, but I must tell you of an interesting experience I had this afternoon.
I was walking in the village, my disguise was that of a wealthy merchant, and while sitting near the fountain in the center of the square I dropped a coin. It was only a copper piece. An honest man would bring it back. A thief would die for taking it. As I sat and watched, a small peasent girl came into view. Treading cautiously into the busy square, she bent to retrieve my coin. She looked around the square and allowed her gaze to fall upon me and, to my surprise, she then approached me.
She stared up at me with eyes the color of a stormy sky, wide and innocent, dark hair falling, though tangled and dirty, in an endearing fashion into her eyes.
Putting on a stern face, I asked her, "What do you want, girl?"
To a child of her age--she couldn't have been more than five or six years old--I must have seemed quite frightening, still she stood her ground, flinching slightly, but holding her gaze steady, staring into my eyes in a very un-childlike fashion and sending chills of premonition up my spine. "Excuse me, Sir. But I think you dropped this."
I took the coin from her outstretched palm and nodded, then thought better of it and handed it back to her. "Here. I have no use for it. Tell me, what is your name, child? Is your mother not here?"
Her eyes grew large at the sight of the currency given to her. Looking back up to me, hr small lips parted in a strange sort of smile. "Alhana Lorelei Blain. And I cannot possibly accept this kind gift. Please give it to one of the servant children in your castle, Prince. They need it much more than I." With that she handed me the coin and disappeared back into the crowd, leaving me sitting in the square wondering how it was that she knew who I was.