(Sing song voice) Look who's back! MWAHAHAHAHAHAH! Whoa that was...strange... okay...

So me and my best friend (The Dancing Cavalier...you guys should know that by now!) went to this freaking awesome ballet about Dracula and his brides last Friday (wow that was a week ago!) And it was really, really, really good! Dracula had a cape and was actually pretty good looking (not creepy old vampire, like some people do it) and he like falls for this girl and tries to make her his bride. God the dancing was sooo hot! She passed out twice in two different scenes; then he would pick her up and she would have her arms around his neck. It would make any girl that likes Dracula want to scream. Yeah, and his FIFTEEN brides did this really cool dance too, hissing involved. But in the end the stupid guy who was suppose to be the hero (snorts) killed him and we had to keep from going all 'bride/Marishka death lament/ "hunt them down...kill them both"' scene in our seats. Then the lights went out and didn't come back on for a minute or so and it was deathly silent, then a red beam came down on him and he pulled the stake out! We were freaking out... (sigh)

Alright, I have to focus now. Pity. This next letter WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE (so if you DON'T like it, that's okay...just don't tell me...or you die...painfully...slow). Since these are my 'creative writing', I do with them what I feel like and I think this one will be slightly different then the last one and the two before it. There is more...(smirks) drama.

But because I LOVE you guys so much, this comes first:

Ron's Sexy Girly 750: I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for reviewing still!

aleera13: Um okay... I'll take the loss for words (?) as a good thing! Thank ya!

Lady Wednesday: Something about your review struck me as very cute; I don't know why. Thanks!

The Dancing Cavalier: (though I don't know why (growls) I love the WHAM! thing, that's always funny! I AM NOT A VAMPIRE! (Fangs grow out) STOP SAYING THAT! (Hisses)

Remember and her muse: Awww thanks guys! I don't know what to say... hopefully in two years I'll be as good as you but I doubt it, THOUGH that wont keep me from trying (smirk). Now Dracula I'm confused... I have been everything but throwing myself at you but you still seem to find some way of avoiding me. What I'm getting at is, you had THREE brides once, now you only have a slave owner? (go Remember!) Are you losing your touch or are 'settling down'? Either way I think I'm losing my respect for you... I'm going to find a different inspiration now...

elephantian: I'm glad you like my back story! I thought that it would be more fun to write from a heart-wrenching/thankful perspective and it helps explain why she is so committed to Dracula. I like the line that you mentioned too. Fitting, I think Dracula is kinda ego centered. Many thanks!

Charmes Malheureux: Yes, it was to you! 'whisking her off to his big evil icebox' (laughs head off) Funny, always cracking me up! (sighs) Yeah, where is Dracula when you need him, eh? I'm extremely happy you reviewed. Thank you. Go ahead and flaunt the importance!

Nienna Silmarwen: Oh right... I can see it now... 'I remember it very clearly darling. Your father's eyes turned bright blue and he picked me up and tossed me on the bed...' (laughs) Sure she'd tell her child THAT story! JK! But if you meant in ANOTHER fanfic... NO! Well I shouldn't say 'no'... not at this point. But I'm glad you have faith in my abilities...I think. Tell Dracula to keep his BOXERS on! SHEESH! Patience is a virtue... grins knowingly Thank you for making me laugh and reviewing!

Here is what you've been waiting for!!!

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(Tears blot ink on paper)

Child,

I feel the need to write you. This horrid piece of paper I scrapped up and pitiful excuse for a pen should not count as a true letter but it was the only thing I found amongst these dark cells.

Oh, was I afraid I would lose you earlier!

I was in the parlor, sleeping peacefully in your father's arms when a sharp, unmistakable werewolf howl broke the air. I woke immediately. If my heart did beat, it would have leapt.

Your father was on his toes before I could think. Grabbing my elbow, he transported to the dungeons.

"Stay here! I will be back!" he said, before running out.

His name sat on my open lips but didn't develop into any sound. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe, and in my distress you began to writhe, kick and tear at me.

I clutched you and doubled, falling to my knees. Still you wouldn't stop and he was gone. The only one that could calm you, with both his mind and the touch of his hand...gone.

Groaning out soothing words, I did my best but you continued for what seemed like ages. Worry and fear racked my mind that you wouldn't stop at all. That you would suffer me until my body couldn't take you anymore and you slowly wore yourself to a permanent bloody death.

After sometime you calmed and now I can barely feel you.

There are strange sounds above me. Werewolf howls, some of anger, others pain. It must be a clan attack, like the ones your father spoke of. I never thought I would see one.

There is silence... now a loud crashing of some howls... glass breaking... my Master's voice?...again silence...

(Writing becomes 'spidery' in a hurry)

There is a creaking of the dungeon door! Footsteps! My Master's! Her has come back! He has finally retu

(Writing ends)

(Different pen - new ink)

It has been a few hours now, your father's head is in my lap. Whether he sleeps or rests, I know not.

There, of course, was a fight for the castle and your father was out numbered. He is wounded with scratches and bites. They are fresh but will heal in time.

Werewolves are the only creatures that can match vampires in strength and their bites are deadly, like our blood to them. When you are born I will teach you, remind you to always fear them. They will never cease to want your father in Hell but it will never happen... with us it's different. We are weaker and must always beware of them, at least until you are older.

I still hear them, no they are no longer in the castle any more. I hope we can leave this damp, terrible place tomorrow. It has a stench that makes me nauseated. I wonder what has become of the castle...

I wonder what will become of us...

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TA DA!!! There you go peeps! I have ONE more idea for a letter in my head and (sing song voice) someone's going to LOVE me... but I still have to write it.

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