(Into the Black/Nikola)

Dearest Helen,

I found your letter and since you won't be back for a while, I think it will be safe to say you seriously made me cry. Imagine a 157 year old alcoholic wino magnetically electrified vampire crying. It was like electro shock therapy, really it was worse than taking a shower; and that was excruciating.

I drained the wine cellar again in a failed attempt to build a time machine with the remaining time nodes. I did it because I love you, that and I was hoping the alcohol would numb the sudden loss of your departure into the past. I know you said you'd be back soon, but soon is not soon enough.

I want to take you to your room and make you feel more pleasure than you can stand and still give you more. I want to marry you and have a family with you.

I need you to come back Helen so I can worship you, all of you until we both succumb to mind numbing satiated exhaustion. I miss you. I love you. I will wait eternity, (although impatiently) for your return.

I promise, with every bit of my wine soaked heart.

Nikola Tesla, the vampire and genius who is so, so very much in love with you…

P.S. Prepared to be:

A. Mauled

B. Ravished

C. Jumped

D. Taken total advantage of (and like it)

E. All the above and more, because baby you deserve it, (Zombie Love Song reference, again). I did pick the lock to your room. Snicker. I bet I can kiss you before you even think about shooting me for invading your personal space.

With all my love, Nikola…please don't forget me.