June 23, 2000
Dearest Jane,
This has got to be the worst month I have had since I have been here. First, there was the Wilson's Commons incident. I cannot believe a man as horrible as Hedikya Wilson existed. I cannot get Johnny's words out of my head, 'He likes the eyes best.' To make matters worse, Hedikya was a dabbler in the black arts. An art I had never seen before and did not recognize. Booker still has not chastised me for my mistake in setting off that Reclamation spell, the one that wiped out all of the Spirit wards all over Prince Carmine's Domain.
I do not know what is worse - the idea of Booker punishing me for that or the fact that he has not - yet. I have brought up the topic to him a couple of times, asking questions on what I could have done differently. But, in all honesty, I brought it up as an opening for Booker to lay down whatever punishment he deemed necessary. I wonder if he knows that. I do not know. I just feel like a silly stupid sheep for not following my own rules regarding magic and not realizing the parchment was a spell is no excuse. In fact, it makes the situation that much worse.
I know I will do everything I can to fix this. I have to. I have no choice.
Then, we had Prince Carmine's court on the 1st. It started off well enough but quickly degenerated. I was circulating and mingling, making connections and small talk. Prince Carmine's court was eventful. I was acknowledged as having performed well for the Camarilla. I can only assume this is due to the small amount of information about Mr. Ortiz I was able to give to Duke Ashmoore. Then, the mouthy gangrel was sent to Richmond. I do not know what happens there but the courtiers are all frightened out of their wits at the mention of Richmond.
Half way through the evening, there was gunfire. A Senator, Richard Patrick, and his mistress, Patty Williams, was fired upon. Ms. Williams was murdered. I left at the sound of gunfire. Zacharie ended up in the middle of the mess of police and reporters. It was a situation best not described.
In any case, there was a detective, Noah Davenport, who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong attitude. He harassed a number of the courtiers and ended up attacked when he saw a Nosferatu unmasked. Sgrubb, the Nosferatu Mr. Riley set to watch Davenport, and Jack McIntyre were in the fight. Davenport was almost killed.
Zacharie and I, seeing that allowing a mortal detective to die, in the middle of another murder investigation, with part of his chest and throat ripped out, on Prince Carmine's property, was an unacceptable option, saved his life. I truly feel sorry for the man. He was thrust into a situation he had no hope of comprehending or accepting. After all of this mayhem, Prince Carmine returned and verbally torn the court to shreds. She then demanded that we care for this mortal who was half insane from fright and confusion.
I still think the man should have been mind wiped and allowed to live out his life in blissful ignorance.
A couple days after court, Davenport was removed from the Police force pending a psyche evaluation. As I had had much contact with this man and I knew all he wanted was space, I gave it to him. I was planning to check up on him in early July. However, that is not to be. On June 18th, Davenport was shot and abducted. On June 23rd, his body was found in the Delta.
I am both angry and fearful of this development. Prince Carmine demanded that we care for this mortal and now he is dead. I do not know what she will do this court in response. Davenport was an annoying, nosy, violent man who should have been dealt with in another fashion. He was a victim of circumstance. The Masquerade will be more protected with him dead. He was just a mortal. However, he was a mortal who had my attention. I saved his life once. With cultivation, I am certain he would have been very useful. Now, he is dead.
I will find out who killed him.
Love,
Kayley
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