Take a deep breath… Good. If you didn’t do it, I wouldn’t know as it’s almost certainly day time by the time you’re reading it, and if it’s not, I do not like to be rejected. You can probably feel my irritated stare right now.

I’ve been watching you for a few months now. I’ve laid in the thing you sleep in, and I’ve even tried wearing some of your clothes. They’re way too small for me. I don’t know why I do this. Love compels me to make dumbest decisions.

There is something special about you. You’re clever, so clever in fact, some people can’t really grasp what you’re after. You’re also a good person. You might not think so, but we both know you could be doing a lot more harm to people right now. There’s been many times I’ve seen you calm yourself down instead of attacking that piece of shit, and we both know there would be nothing wrong with that. You’re just so wonderful, so great, so perfect that I want to pluck you and keep you in a vase to look at for the rest of my life.

The thing that caught my attention about you at first was your neck. Your neck is just so wonderful. I’d feel bad for touching it or blemishing it in any way. Sometimes when you sleep, the urge comes over me to just touch you a little bit, just a little kiss, but I know that would devolve, and that would ruin our little relationship.

You’ve probably felt it for some time now. A sense of dread or foreboding might have washed over you. Ignore it. See, that’s just the signal your body is sending you to tell you that there’ll be a large decision for you soon. This decision will change the fate of your life. It would be the difference between traveling two paths going in opposite directions. I’ll tell you though, one path is much, much longer than the other. And I’ll also accompany you, be next to you throughout all time, sleep in the same casket as you. It’ll be a true romance.

In two days, at midnight, whether you are awake or asleep I’ll meet you. The choice will be there before you, and you have to decide at that moment. I can’t wait any longer. I hope you take this time to think it through.

Before I end this, I’d like to tell you why I’ve hidden from you. Most people would describe me as hideous, disgusting or foul. It’s become a bit of an insecurity of mine. It pains me ever so much when I show my face and people scream. Sometimes, I wonder if all vampires are ugly or if it’s just me.

I do not like to be rejected.

P.S. Look behind you ( ;

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P.S.S I’m just messing with you. I’m so silly. It wouldn’t be that easy to find me.