Dearest, Rose.

How I miss your voice, that sound you would

make when, you were scared. I'm smiling

right now, just thinking about it. Oh, your

smile is so much better then mine, so much

more alive. Well, I guess that wasn't what

not to guess of.

You smell so sweet, so alive. Yes, maybe thats

because you are alive well somewhat. I still

remember how you smell, which isn't that

wired for me. As long as I can think, the

more I'm going to think about you. You, you,

and then you.

Goodness you will never believe who I ran

into last night. One of my old friends from

school, in Russia. His name was Tom, and

you should have seen his face when he saw

what I have become. He stopped dead, with

a stake in his hand. Somewhat like you

did, he couldn't do it, like you couldn't do

it. He looked at me, so close, for minutes. He

couldn't be sure that it was me, never could.

I gave him a chance to run for it, to run for

the hills but no. He told me that I was evil,

different, something that he needed to...

kill.

I laughed in his face. He didn't know what

I was, not a clue of what I am. He took back

out his stake and tried to kill me, I told him

that I could take away the pain. Turn him,

right then but he wouldn't let me.

Tom knew he wasn't getting away from me,

so he took his own life...right in front of

me.

I was hurt, not so much pain but more like

.I'm not sure. Just hunt in ways.

Love, D