The plan backfired, due mostly to my own impatience. I should have kept the child longer. I had no idea the girl had a brother... it matters little now.

I have tried to keep myself entertained with some of the gnolls around here. It is not half as satisfying, as Darkwind most likely harbours no love for them. However, after much trial and error I believe I have figured out how to remove that lovely little curse I put on the girl. I may as well take it off. It is very annoying to feel her presence at the same time every day and know it would be futile to kidnap her again.

Perhaps a deal could be made, though. Asking for her child would be too much, I realize, so I shall get her to agree to let me have a bit of fun with Darkwind. All she would have to do is stay away from Ratchet on Tuesday so nobody catches on too quickly.

After that, I suppose it would be best if I left them alone. Surely there must be even more fascinating specimens out there.

Now, to write the girl a letter.

I have it all worked out in my mind, and can hardly wait to carry it out. I love a touch of excitement in such a dreary life now and then. She'll last so much longer than a rat, too, which means I can go further than usual.

Tonight I plan to go to Brill. I already have a story in mind. If Darkwind is there, oh what fun it shall be messing with his mind!

First, to look into shapeshifting potions and illusory magic.

I must admit that what I felt this morning when I saw a child with her was nothing short of shock.

The curse, along with causing her endless pain, was supposed to act as a beacon so I could trace her every move. However, somebody has managed to alter it. I've been feeling only short bursts of her whereabouts in the middle of the day, and they're almost always from a different location.

It was sheer luck that I was making that delivery to Zamah when I felt it yesterday. She was so close, and even closer was the promise of making Darkwind's "life" hell. I half-expected him to be at her side when I found her. Not a child.

What I can only assume was a guard chased me away before I could take the girl. While vexing at first, I've decided it to be a blessing. This gives me time to rethink things. The child changes everything.

I do hope Darkwind loves the both of them dearly.

It never ceases to amaze me how no matter how torn up a body may be, it is still of great use.

The same cannot be said for my child, however. The last thing I remember before waking is Darkwind smashing it with his own fists.

I hope he enjoyed whatever peace there was in my absence. There will be no more of it now. The hunt begins again. I am going to strike his heart... It looks like the girl is a prime tool for my plans yet again.

I haven't written in this for a while, mainly due to lack of motivation. Things have been back to the boring old grind. Killing wolves, mixing brews, torturing small animals.

Tonight, things took an interesting turn.

I heard through the gravevine that there wasa gathering in Brill. Some story-sharing gathering. By the time I got there some troll woman was singing obnoxiously and nobody else was presenting. I decided to give a demonstration with one of the inn's rats but an orc made it die prematurely. Shame, really, it was just getting to the best part.

Darkwind was there. He is quite protective of that girl. I need to get her away from him if I am ever to convince her to aid the Apothecaries. The bastard stabbed a knife in my back and burned what remains of my face. He lives up to his reputation.

Tomorrow I will seek the girl out. After all, I need to return this lovely knife.

[The bottom of the page is stained with black ichor]

Darkwind is an interesting fellow. Rude and brash, yet seemed intent on protecting the girl. I don't see why he should bother. Their little Rebellion is over, according to the Apothecaries, so it isn't like he would need her for anything. Quite selfish of him.

He was kind enough to give me an idea, however indirect it may have been. What if we implanted my own child within her? It could finally be born and I could raise it to be the most vile thing Azeroth has ever seen. Lovely.

Sadly, Darkwind's little friend claimed that by using the girl in anyway we would be interfering with the Dark Lady. I was sorely disappointed at first, but Faranell said there were no such orders to keep away from her. Why would there be? The girl is both a threat and a fountain of scientific discoveries. Best to kill two birds with one stone, as they say.

I saw the girl again in Ratchet. She fell asleep right in the sand. A funny thing, exhaustion. I recall witnessing living subjects in the Apothecarium pass out after a bout of crying or die completely. I haven't the slightest idea what it's like to be tired. I have tired of things, but to sleep? It seems like a waste of time anyway. Or a decent way to pass it. I suppose it really depends on the situation.

She got rid of the child, which is horribly disappointing. I was looking forward to see her monster spawn. I suggested we implant another but she opposed to the idea for reasons beyond myself.

I'm sure she'll see my side of things soon enough.

The Apothecarium reeks of death and suffering even moreso than when I was there. Keever, the twit, has new subjects, but they won't last long in his hands. I do hope he finds more before the crying is silenced. Such a beautiful sound.

I had seen an interesting poster a few days ago during a brief trip to Orgrimmar. The girl's name was on it. Seems she is due to be wed to a Vaien Darkwind, whom I remember Faranell mentioned as another nuisance to the Apothecaries. This is interesting. She did seem interested in knowing if the undead could breed. Could whatever is festering in her womb be a product of such a twisted coupling? If only my own could be so monstrous!

Lycanus suggested we use her for research and conduct tests on her. Keever has had pregnant humans in the past, but they die too quickly. Tauren are made of sturdier stuff, Cuely can vouch for this, and have yet to succumb to the plague. We can stretch our boundaries a bit with her.

Apparently she was experimented in the past, but for one Forsaken's personal entertainment. Rumour has it that she died. Yet I saw her for myself and she was not dead or undead. Is she the key to curing undeath, or immortality? Imagine, a subject who will not die no matter what is done. The Royal Apothecary Society could make wondrous discoveries.

It had been a while since I last tasted human flesh. The farmers in Tirisfal are indeed producing a good crop. Shame it's not their pumpkins we're interested in. The Apothecaries are, of course, but only as a means of testing poison.

The flesh is best served fresh, taken directly from the body. It's so much more delicious when blood is still being pumped through the victim's veins. Tortured screams make the best accompaniment to dinner. It truly is a treat, but must be saved for special occasions only. It would be a shame if I grew tired of it too quickly.

Still little word of the girl. Faranell told me she was quite the troublemaker some time ago. My intrigue deepens.

For reasons beyond myself, I find myself drawn to the girl. It may very well be the same reason she was drawn to me in the first place. What reason was that? Curiosity? Never for the woman herself, but for what she carries. She came only for my child and I am interested only in hers.

Just what horrible creature is within her? What potential for corruption and destruction does it have? I believe I shall watch its progress. I can only have false hope that the girl will return, but I know that shall not be the case. Nobody in their right mind would set foot in this damned place. I, however, am not in my right mind; I have never set foot out of here.

It's time I did. Tormenting rats can only keep one entertained for so long.