Dear Count Dracula,
I will not bother you with preliminary courtesies. You are not the gentleman you pretend to be, and I am not the lady I seem. And our association is not one of friendship, but that of predator and prey. My letter is not one of friendly interest. It is one of warning.
I will not let you win.
You took my husband by surprise. You weakened his will by cutting him off from the outside world. Your wives- your whores- did their best to tempt him, and you broke him to the point of insanity.
But your weapon of surprise is now gone. You have no means of locking me up, and no wives with you to offer me sinful pleasure.
Of course, even without these things, you took Lucy. Lucy, who never truly outgrew her childish innocence. I'm sure it was quite simple to defile her purity- after all, it would have been unladylike for her to fight back. Passion is unbecoming for a girl- why, it would be as horrible as cutting her hair and dancing the night away with the rest of those awful "New Women"! And so you took her, as I saw that night by the lake.
Speaking of that night, why did you run at the sight of me? How did I, a mere human, have the power to frighten a creature of Hell?
Perhaps you saw that night that I was not as easy a target as my friend. I was not a pillar of virtue- I had my own job and ambitions, I had no belief that strength is unsightly for a woman. And I had Jonathan, and because of him, I was not the virgin Lucy was.
And yet you did get to me, didn't you? You forced yourself upon me, even made me drink from you. What good is my improper strength, when your brute force can defeat that as well?
But you have not defeated me.
If I have to sail to Transylvania, I will. If I have to endure the plagues of Egypt, I will do so. I will never surrender. And when I find you, I will destroy you.
I have the will. I have the courage. I have the intelligence. And as you can see, I have the pride.
I am a formidable opponent. You made a fatal mistake in underestimating my power.
Beware.
Mina Murray Harker