Introductions

I remember the first introductions made it was something she loved to do I could tell by her eyes when she shook my hand smirking at me from my reactions of the touch of her skin it was warm not cool or cold to my touch. Or was it from her sitting down watching me I don't remember I was in shock from her showing up behind me with out me even hearing her.

That was years ago, now don't take me wrong, I knew a lot about my subject I did do my research on them before I really started hunting for a real one. I spent most of my life tracking recording of her words of her times in the world for she has been one of the oldest ones I have been able to find still roaming the Earth as human or close to human. From the ones I read she was the only one that seemed to still have a grip on life. Most of my life it would be a laugh I wouldn't found out about her if the head monk was not looking for information on the Vlad III the Impaler that I happen upon a clip in newspaper.

"Mystifies theatre burns in New York letters warned about it. All sent to one woman her name was not release, however picture was available at this time." a picture in black and white started back at me her eyes seem to play with the picture if to say you can't catch me now never.

The article was circled saying true vampire up in the corner, clipped to the article was return address in New York marked 1925 on the envelope with name 'Martha Giles' That started my searched for more information on this woman.

Was this woman real? Made me start digging more I now found a name with a face, she didn't change her name much but when she did she became Leda Marco. I kept asking my self as I spent hours slowly going through texts to find she been in the early 1800's in Rome and then track of finding her in New York to my surprise she was actress in small theatre off Broadway for years never once did she move up to Broadway. I wondered why? This made me dig farther in to history to have trail go cold to pick up century later and go cold again then start up once more until I got to Rome and all records were gone. I was at lost to were to look next so I did the next best thing finding her last address I sat down to write this woman and find out more about her.

However that was when my trouble started when I sent this woman a letter asking her if we could meet. I was in my late 40's by now asking to meet her when I spent 15 years just trying to find her. My collages said I was nuts writing a woman that could be dead or should be dead for none could be left alive after last killing wiped out the weaker ones or she was just descendent from the original one long ago. I knew they were wrong right here in this monk ministry was her life or part of it, and I wanted it all not small bites or fragments. So I waited in my room at night meditating waiting to see if she would respond to my request.

It came today I can't believe it she wrote back only saying…

Dear Monk,

Full moon by teh water edage.

Litha

The full moon was month away from now, but it gave me time to get ready for her to come.

"Is that her? The one you wrote to asking to come here?" another newer monk asking looking over my shoulder,

"Yes it is from her."

"Are you scared she will kill you?"

"No she won't kill me or anyone else." I said walking away to go to my room.

Closing my door sighing to lean against the wood breathing deeply and trying to slow down my breathing from getting to happy to hear on the other side of the door.

"You hear she wrote Frank back she said she coming."

"When is she to be here?"

"I don't know, but I plan to hide my neck while she is around here."

I could understand their fear for I had the same fear, but I didn't want to let on that I was scared of this woman coming to see me. She would be here the start of planting season for spring would be in full swing.

Setting the note on my desk, to pull my robe off folding it setting on the bed to sit on the floor facing the window. Closing my eyes breathing deeply letting my fears washes away as I were taught years ago thinking on where the meeting would be and how I should set it up? I knew the other monks hated my electric stuff, but I kept them hidden and only brought them out when I needed them. I was going to need them this time damn the others, her life was part of history and needed to be told from her view for in time no one will remember history but just a whole bunch of books. Now they record things I can save her words forever.

"A month is a long time Litha." I said whispering.

"A month is never long enough." I said pushing the table out next to the lake that was by the water edge before sunset. The air was cool and full of spring in the background I could hear the crickets slowly start their song for the night, am me just setting the last of the stuff up.

"Extra battery? Check. Extra bulbs? Check. Drink, food? Check."

She was going to be here any minute I couldn't wait any longer slowly turning around in slow circle watching looking waiting to see her come towards me. I knew her pictures would be nothing like looking at her in person I couldn't wait; slowly I started to hold my breath gasping low still looking around.

Looking to the west the sun was almost gone the night air would get colder, pulling my extra thick robe closer to my body to ward off the chill of the night. Where is she? She said at the next full moon….I turned around where was the moon he should be up now, there I saw him slowly crawling up over the ridge he was close and big almost covering the whole sky. How blessed I am for the maker making such a wonderful sight to see on a night like this.

"How glorious is this? His great hands to make just a wonderful sight." My voice dieing in the lite wind.

"Yes. It's very wonderful."