Dear Lelina de Aquafrisca,

How are you doing? I'm fine and so is Romania. Living in Bucharest is quite a step up from Cairo. The weather is a bit different up here. Summer's kinda warm, but winter's really nice. There was snow for Christmas, which was a present it's self. I think I might start to like that white stuff.

Right now I'm working at small bakery in Giuleşti, a neighborhood in the northwestern part of the city. It's run by an old lady and her young grandson who is only 8 years old. They are really interesting. The old lady, Ildikó, can be really funny at times and tells a lot of stories from when she lived in communism controlled Hungary. Her grandson is easily distracted and gets in trouble a lot; he's like most little boys.

I'm going to tell you what you didn't let me say that day. First off, I met Romania three decades before the start of the world wars. I lied about having friends in Cluj-Napoca. I'd been cross-dressing as a traveling musician and it just happened that he was passing by and dropped 120 egp in my case. At night I wore my regular clothing and was myself. The first night in Cluj I spent, playing my violin at a restaurant and he followed me around in the dark. Later on in the night, I concluded (in my head) that he was a vampire.

Yes, like one of them out of my old book, he was a real-life vampire. If we are landmasses and we can preform magic, then anything is possible. It didn't scare me, only made me more curious to know about him. That's how we became "acquaintances" or something like that. After that night, we met in different places and learned more about each other.

It took me my whole time in Cluj to recognize that I liked him. I remember that on the last day, I let him tell me what he was and that I already knew. Then I showed him some alchemy. Oddly, he was actually surprised by it. After that, I saw him at his home and that was it.

What you saw that day was him taking some of my blood. I let him, he didn't pay me, it was accepted by both of us; there for you had no right to call me a hetaera. I will never return to Cairo and I wish that you don't respond to this letter. I think it's best to not speak with me any longer. All I sent this for was to tell you that I was alright and what really happened on that day.

Goodbye,

Elysia Iliescu


A/n: It's been a while huh? I kinda forgot to explain some of this..

Iliescu: Some Romanian surname I found on the internet. Elysia changed her last name due to not accepting her mother anymore and she adopted Romanian culture as her own.

The plan: like the letter said, they went to Bucharest and Elysia lived with Vlad.

Her job: She felt like she was a burden and took up a job to help pay for things.

Need more explanations? P.M me (I won't hurt anyone).