Middas, 20th of Last Seed

	It’s worse than I could have ever imagined. I hadn’t contracted some sort of common sickness… Damn them! I was told that you could only catch vampirism through bites, but I was a fool, and now it rots my blood. The sun rejects me like a father would a bastard. At the first instance of it burning my flesh I was sent cowering to shade and was forced to wait for darkness to come over the land. I know not what I did to deserve this, but I can only call the grimy underbelly of the world my home now, and beasts my kin. I’d probably end myself if I didn’t feel an inclination to finish what I’ve started, because what’s happened earlier weighs equally on my mind. 

I have been tricked. The bounty claiming the head of bandits was not as it seemed. I was expecting brutes of men who did nothing less of pillaging and killing, but got brave warriors who simply wished to guard the lands. I only realized this when I had my blade to the neck of their leader who then begged for his life. He didn’t put up a fight. He had family he was looking after. I’m just glad I figured out what had happened before I ended him. But two innocent men died today by my hand, and I can’t let that go unpunished. Someone in Riften has to pay for this, and I have suspicions on whom it might be. 

I had talked to a man in the Bee and Barb this morning about speaking to Sibbi Black-Briar about a horse that was to be purchased. At least now I won’t have to worry about getting too violent during the questioning. Gods be damned if he actually makes it out of that prison cell he currently lives in alive. The Black-Briar’s have gone too far this time; and I won’t stop until justice has been dealt.