March 29, 2006
Celeste, my beloved. I'm not sure how this letter will make its way to you, but like so many other letters in our past, I still know it will. The troupe is back together, save one and even Eleni it appears has found love with a vampire by the name of Vittorio. I believe you remember him?
I found myself staring at the stage and wanting so much for you to appear from behind the curtain and perform just for me. A couple of the patrons at the club even noticed the look of longing on my face and made mention of it. You already know that it is near unheard of for me to let slip something like that in my face. I miss you my Dark Queen.
I know why you have left, I cannot say I blame you. A part of me wishes that you would have let me come with you, but then again, my own jealousy was the finishing touch on a long list of reasons for your departure. I have learned my lesson, please do not stay away from me any longer then necessary?
You will laugh, the one thing you loved to urge me to do has happened. Armand and I are "together", sorta. No claims, no real ties but we have been spending a lot of time together and I must confess, you were right (as you usually are) in that I enjoy his company. I wish you could taste his blood, the strength and power in it is amazing, liquid fire doesn't even come close to describing it. Maybe some day, when you return, you will have that pleasure as well. If not, you will be able to sample it in my own blood.
I'm not sure what else I want to say at the moment. I just wanted to let you know that I think about you often and that you are missed dearly. When you are ready, I know you will return. Until then, I hope you are happy and enjoying yourself.
Forever yours,
Santiago.
March 31, 2006
My Darling Santiago,
What a thoroughly delightful and yet wicked surprise. I was not expecting to hear from you, especially words that border on tender. And do I even detect an undercurrent of an apology behind those mild and tempered words? What little trick have you tucked up your sleeve, I wonder? Shall you lure me in with promises of forgivness, a new beginning, an understanding, only to beguile my senses and ambush me? Shall you strip my sense bare and leave me shaking at your touch again? I shall never forgive you if you do not.
My banishment has passed pleasantly enough, I suppose. A few dalliances with a number of mortals too beautiful for words. I shall regale you with what I did to them privately, in words meant for your ears only. Lets us see if they still effect you as they used to, or if that hint of voyeur has gone cold in my absence. And then what must I do to bring it back to life?
Yes, I understand that Armand now warms your blood and bed in my absence. Is that to be your revenge then? Perhaps I shall have to seek out a revenge of my own. Perhaps you can sweeten the prospect even more by pressing your lips against my ears and whispering your breaking point. Or are you waiting for me to discover it myself?
You may expect my return in a few weeks. I have one or two loose ends to tie up here first. And yes, they have names. I have missed you, my dark taunter. I have touched a hundred faces, sucked my own tears from a hundred different lips and felt the rush of beautiful and innocent hot blood flood my veins - all in an effort to bury what I thought I had lost.
My Eternal Love,
Celeste
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