The sound of birds chirping wakes me from a deep sleep. I stretch as I sit up and look out the window, the sun is just barely peeking over the horizon. I yawn and run my hand through my hair before standing up. I smile to myself as I walk out to the bathroom. After relieving myself I walk over in front of the mirror and just take a second to look at myself. My brown hair is just starting to grey, my dark green eyes always emotionless, my mouth permanently turned up in a smirk. There are scars . . .

The sound of birds chirping wakes me from a deep sleep. I stretch as I sit up and look out the window, the sun is just barely peeking over the horizon. I yawn and run my hand through my hair before standing up. I smile to myself as I walk out to the bathroom. After relieving myself I walk over in front of the mirror and just take a second to look at myself. My brown hair is just starting to grey, my dark green eyes always emotionless, my mouth permanently turned up in a smirk. There are scars . . .

MEMORANDRUM BY ABRAHAM VAN HELSING            

11 NOVEMBER 1896

(translated from Dutch)

If this document is being read then it is upon my death and I depend on the reader to take the proper actions to resolve the plight I have created.  To make the reader aware of the dangers I am writing the following account of the circumstances that led to the quandary you will find yourself confronting. I cannot stress enough how great the jeopardy one will face in correcting what might. . .

MEMORANDRUM BY ABRAHAM VAN HELSING            

11 NOVEMBER 1896

(translated from Dutch)

If this document is being read then it is upon my death and I depend on the reader to take the proper actions to resolve the plight I have created.  To make the reader aware of the dangers I am writing the following account of the circumstances that led to the quandary you will find yourself confronting. I cannot stress enough how great the jeopardy one will face in correcting what might. . .