April 19, 1836 I'm writing this in the corner of the room with trembling hands. The candle long since burned out, and I sit in darkness, yet I can see perfectly. I wanted to believe this was some parlor trick, that the man who found me was merely a magician or a doctor, but I'm unable to refute it any longer. My name is Peter James Monroe, and I am a vampyre. In My Blood Approves, Peter Townsend...