The journal confused me and I knew I had to keep reading it and so, I took a deep breath and turned to the next page.
Friday 1671, Australia February.
I haven't been able to write ever since because I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't think about anything except her bloody skin and the cold look in her eyes.
I have finally gone insane. I wished I had know earlier, I would have done something to save her. After her death I finally understood why these thing happened to me.
I begged her, I cried but she had made up her mind. I wish I could die and never reincarnate or I could remember earlier before she died. As she let out her last breath every memory came crashing inside my brain making me go insane but she didn't show me the memories she shared with me and I think she doesn't have any intention to do so.
I don't know when I would write again because I know I wouldn't be able to, anymore.
Lazarus.
The words on this page shocked me to the brim and it left me with more questions upon questions. My hands where shaking as I opened the next page.
Saturday 1732, July London
I am already 86 years old and I know my time has come. I barely left my room in London. Mayfair, felt like home and I knew this is my real home.
There where others before me but none of them bothered to write down what they went through but even though it doesn't matter i want to write it down. I hoped the next Lazarus finds a way to break the curse.
I will soon die and I know I would just rest for a few hours before history repeats itself but I hope I see her again. I love her and I will always do.
Lazarus.
I barely understand what was going on but the one thing I knew for sure is that we reincarnate after we die. But nothing tragic has happened to me so why am I here not that am complaining. I thought he said after she was dead then we will remember.
My mind was in a turmoil and I just hoped this was some kind of joke because the whole situation is overrated and surreal.
I just hope the next journal gives me some kind of clues.
Tuesday 1758, March Germany.
My name is Lazarus Elias Leon. I still remember when I held her in my arms. She was so beautiful and lovely and all I wanted to do was hold her forever but what was I to do when she had her. She possessed her body mind and soul. The only thing she couldn't get from her was her heart which I cherished so much.
I remembered vividly when she slit her own throat and how she bleed out in my arms smiling not on her own accord but hers.
I have gone insane.
Only I could understand the pain and unfortunately i remembered when it was too late.
I wanted to die but she didn't let me. Only God knew what we did to her that made her turn so vile. In my dreams she was so lovely so beautiful and kind hearted. The first time I saw her I was almost deceived by her beauty.
She didn't want me dead and sometimes I wonder if she still loved us. She would appear in my dreams, kissing me, touching me but always stops before she could take it further. The memories she had would flash in her eyes and she would disappear leaving me in Stoic darkness.
The darkness consumed me and that was the only comfort I had. I am on my way to Mayfair to keep this journal.
I will write my experience and I hope the next me could make a difference.
Lazarus
I read the other parts of the journal and I realized the girl who always dies is the one you love the most and the only girl who I loved at the moment and I know fully well that I would love her for the rest of my life is Charlotte. Just the mere thought of her name made me forget everything and all I wanted to do was go back to New York but I had to finish what I started.
The infamous she is still unknown and I wondered why she did all these. I read the rest of journal and he explained everything to me but there was no way to solve the problem but the last page caught my eyes.
Monday 1818, London October.
Finally am on my death bed. I found a way to help but I don't know if it would work. There a special coven who are specialized in manipulating time especially to send messages to those in the future but with a price.
They live in Egypt Cairo in the far end of the town, they go by the name Accalia.
I wanted to go but I was too weak, mind body and soul. At the early age of my predicament I could still concentrate a little bit but now I can't. I am slowly dying and I know its the only way to write this out without she seeing us so I hope the Next Lazarus could achieve this.
I know its not much information but I just hope it can help out.
Lazarus.
Maybe that what am suppose to do. But even though I do this would Charlotte die? I can't loose her, she's the reason I live and without her there would be no me. I took the other journal and I opened it.
Wednesday 1843, Mexico June.
My name is Lazarus Antonio Alejandro. I still can't believe she's gone. I cried but it did nothing to bring her back.
I don't know what to do, am lost, confused and depressed. I tried to kill myself but she didn't let me. The girl in my dreams is real.
She said she love me and she would do anything for me but I on the other hand is scared. I tried to run but she follows me but finally I remember and I have to go to London. Its the only place she can't find me.
I have gone mad. I see Angela everywhere I go. Her beautiful honey brown eyes hunt me and sometimes I talk to her and she blames me for all her deaths. I don't blame her though it is truly my fault.
She told me why she is doing this to us but I dare not mention it to another soul even though it is mine.
Lazarus.
This gave me some clues but he hasn't said anything concerning the witches. I read his other letters until he finally talked about them.
Monday 1847, London June.
Finally I have gone to meet Accalia the mother of the coven. She gave me some kind of phone and I had to send so kind of message and the message would reach the right one who is worthy enough to break the curse.
She used some kind of potion and I found myself facing the exact replica of me but he skin was lighter and his cloths where foreign. I told him he should come to Mayfair but he looked confused.
I went back almost five times before I gave up. He have to carry his cross on his own.
Accalia told me that the right Lazarus should come to her when the time is right and she will tell him how to save us all.
There are relics and potion on the other shelves of the room. Take them and you will finally remember but don't let the pain consume you, fight it and focus.
Lazarus.