::It was an evening of bliss when the tides rolled upon the shores, allowing a soft breeze to whisk through the town, and caress upon the surface of her smooth, alabaster flesh. A crescent bella luna hung within the midnight blue blanket that was surrounded by sparkling diamonds, winking at the vampiress from a distance as she sat by the ocean, not too far away from the Lighthouse. The gentle breeze flowed through those black licorice locks, causing them to ripple behind her in a wildfire dance; a few strands twirling around to plant tiny kisses upon her cherub cheeks. Those long stems of a smooth, creamy flesh were touching one another in a knees-up position, as a pad of delicate paper sat within the v-crease between her legs. Spidery digits wrapped around a caligraphic pen, and when the deep charcoal ink impacted the paper, these words were shown in a cursive, intricate affair.
"My Master Marcus, Nights alone traveling through the town, going to different places, have been somewhat of most interest. I have met people who seemed a bit, off-standish, so to speak. It appears to be that whenever I walk in a room, a raid of silence kisses the patrons lips, and stares of wonderment are thrown in my direction. I am not offended in any way, but it seems they are. For instance, a few nights ago at the Bronze Cauldron, I engaged with Mia, and her friend Kota, I believe Mia had repeated. Mia seemed a bit skittish when I approached with a heartfelt smile, but Kota, Kota's fear enveloped my self-being as though I could taste her sweet fear upon my tongue. And in all oddity, I felt a power like no other I have felt before; a power that could raise something deep inside of me in which she can control. What is she? I wonder to myself, for I come from a country where beings that unite here are not there. It is the most interesting, to say the most, and I fear that my curiosity grows stronger each night I awake.
But, my dear Master Marcus, that is one point alone that does not include the main point I have concerns with. The night you allowed Jessica and Cara to come to the VIP lounge in Club Bliss, Jessica left and Cara was in my care. At first, Cara did not want me to feed from her, but I reassured her that I do not feed from the unwilling, and therefore, we talked more. When I could feel my hunger tug at my insides, it was then that the sweet kitten decided she wanted to help me, and allowed me to feed from her. I believe it was her first experience, and she told me that it was an orgasm she has never felt before. Which brought to a raised question, "Do I have to feed every night?" She asked me, and I said, "Yes, but Master Marcus provides me with the willing ones, and I cherish his award to me each passing day." I also mentioned the position of a Pomme de Sang, in which I had to explain, and she seemed the most delighted. I did not offer her the position, just mentioned a certain bond between vampires and shapeshifters, and her interest perked like the morning sun. She has told me she will speak with her Nimir-Ra, and arrange a dinner with the three of us to discuss this matter, but before any decision is made, I wanted to speak to you in person about it first; however, I understand the committments the Master must make for his city, and therefore, my letter of concerns proves its justice.
I must bid for now my dear Master for we both know what the sun will do when it rises from the ocean, and cascades a burning light unto the sky. I am in no rush for reply, for I have eternity for your answer, but I will ask you to consider my concerns and get back to me when the time is free for you.
Until then My Master.
Love your Russian Rose, Lividia."
:: Those irises of a deep, fiery emerald scanned the letter once more before placing the item into the mailbox where it would be sent to his office. She then walked to the lighthouse, more of a light float when a tide of serenity washed over her lithe form, and embraced her vampiric soul as she journeyed to her resting place to fall into a deep, dead slumber.::