Masquerade
My Dearest Ador’a,
It’s been a long time since I’ve written to you. I don’t know if you’re going to receive this, or even where you are anymore. However, I had to talk to someone. I‘ve so much to tell you...I might as well start at the beginning.
I was out at a club about a month ago. It was a busy night and the dance floor was way too crowded for me. So, I went to the bar for a drink. That’s when I met him...and at first it was great. He has perfect blue skin and red eyes. He was so intoxicating I just knew he was special. We exchanged com frequencies before I left for the night.
But lately...I don’t know. There’s just something wrong. I don’t feel the same, like I’ve got a hunger that I just can’t satisfy. It started about a week ago. He Invited me to dinner and I took him up on it. He was charming, and there was just something about him. His red eyes...I just couldn’t turn away. Well, one thing led to another, and the next morning I woke up in a strange bite marks on my neck. I don’t remember what happened. I don’t know if I was too drunk, maybe passed out.
Whatever transpired, I just haven’t been the same since. I haven’t seen him again, but I can hear him in my thoughts. He plagues my dreams. It’s always the same. I’m standing in a courtyard surrounded by people. I don’t recognize anyone. He isn’t there, but he’s a voice in my head, telling me to feed.
At first, I was confused. I didn’t see food anywhere. But eventually, I understood. He wants me to feed on *them*! I always resist, because that’s just…wrong? But I find it less abhorrent every night. I think maybe tonight I’ll give in. What’s the worst that can happen? I mean it’s just a dream, right?
Anyway, I hope to see you again someday.
Forever yours,
Sinya’ni