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『26 Salvatore Boarding house,
Mystic falls Virginia
JUNE 10TH 2016

DEAR DAMON

The day we talked about growing old together, you said wanted to find a cure for vampirism. If that was the price you had to pay, then so be it. Despite the little care you had for The Organization, or the gossip surrounding you; You held out. You stayed by my side—even now. I saw different volumes of loneliness in your eyes. I saw how hard you worked to be worthy of my people and my way of life.

I remember when you assured me I wasn't alone despite knowing I hid from the world. You are the reason why I am learning about life. You were the night owl who drew out my shell, so when I took your hand and asked what you desired. I figured since you kept up with my life as an elite Grimm hunter, then I should bask in the life of a raven like yourself.

That was the first time you took me clubbing. At first, I wanted to leave when it became too loud and overwhelming with such a lucid crowd. If you hadn't kissed me, I would have assessed everyone as a threat while isolating myself.

So that kiss worked.

It turned a scary night into that of fun. I still couldn't believe you got me drunk, although it was my first time drinking alcohol. One shot of mojito turned into two, then four, and ten.

We danced and danced until the music became a part of our bodies, minds, and souls. Moving from one direction to another. It lifted me, then again, it could have been the drinks.

The club became fun when I got drunk. Drinking turned me from an introvert to an extrovert for the night, all thanks to the man who took me to the club. Ugh— I still remember his name was Damon Salvatore.

Afterwards, we had this amazing Indian food. Chicken tikka masala. It was hot and spicy. I don't think I've ever tasted food so delicious, all except your cooking, of course. I remember how I threw up the next day. You had a bucket by the bed and cleaned up my mess.

I was grateful to have you take care of me.

Then the worst. Hangover.

Your hangover cure saved hours of headache and heaving.

Thank you.

You would think as a Grimm, my alcohol tolerance would be imperious. Oh, how wrong I was.

I remember ordering takeout after moving out of my parent's home because I met you. It made me glad, so happy that you always tend to me. To cook and clean. I never had to worry about coming home from a mission and having takeouts again.

You changed that.

I knew you had desires, I also wished you pursued them. You were afraid to. I hope now you are pursuing your dreams. That was why I made sure to keep you from doing some shit that would make The Organization come after you.

That's why I cleaned up your mess because it worked. We worked together. We were a team. A dynamic.

  My mother called us the joker and the thief because you stole my heart and I joked about spending my life with you. it was the other way around. Sometimes, I spend my night thinking about those words and I realize; you reversed the roles.

Now I wait for your return despite the truth lurking around me.

A Grimm can dream, can't he?

For months, I coped with the idea of finding The Demon Head, but finding Radomir was harder. I had no idea where Radomir was, So I went to purgatory. Rumors say there's a cave that tells your deepest secrets and unleashes the hidden truth.

The demon I freed said I would find out what I needed for now with your blood as a gateway, and then the rest would unfold. Whatever that fucking meant. It's a good thing I had stacks of your blood for reasons I won't divulge.

When I arrived in purgatory, I faced one too many challenges. One was the Godkiller; Achilles Undémłón. He was the identical twin of Dark Creator. Which means I met Light Creator and Dark Destroyer. I've no idea how he could be both, and I don't care.

Achilles is a worse asshole than Dark Creator.

He demanded to know my reasons for being in purgatory because it was now under his domain. I explained my plight, though the mention of The Demon Head showed empathy in his eyes.

The same reaction I would have over news of close family or friends. He had that look in his eyes. Worry, guilt, sadness, happiness. So many mixed ranges. I half wanted to question, but if he was anything like Dark Creator, I would zip his mouth shut.

He said understood my mission. He explained the circumstances that led his mate to leave. His mate is the Klaus Mikaelson of his world.

Achilles took me to the Crystal Cave where I spoke my truth. I told The Crystals I was deader than dead. As though a billion stars exploded in close range. The entire crystal cave, from the walls to the ground crystal waterholes lit up.

A billion shooting stars.

Then I poured your blood on the Crystal waterhole. A crystal gate before the walls I stood. It's sucked me into nothing. Into darkness. It was a black hole.

It pushed me through the gates of Morpheus Novelty; The Numen of memories, dreams. Time, order, chaos, and mind approached me.  'What do you have to offer the cave?' He asked me in a voice rippled with thunderstorms, setting goosebumps on my skin.

I offered him gifts.

He was beautiful and tall with dark sepia glowing skin. The most beautiful purple eyes that took every memory, every story. So I told him a story.

I told this story.

He asked again what I had to offer the cave. I said I told them the truth. Morpheus allowed me to pass, taking me to the day. The moment when it all went wrong

I followed you after our argument, crying and screaming your name. I followed you to the park where we met. Then someone approached you, wearing a cowl making it impossible to see their face. But I waited as you zoomed to a bar and they followed, making the same threats.

Wait—

That voice. I recognized it.

That's when I saw her face through a mirror from the bar. It seemed she tried to conceal her voice for this moment, but it failed. I recognized the rasp of her tone and the sway of her hips.

From the moment she approached you. I figured out who it was.

Her eyes. I would always recognize her eyes.

I followed you back home, watching as you wrote the letter, and left for the airport where she waited for you. She acted as though you were friends. As she did with me,

I promise you, Damon, I will avenge us by blood promise.

LOVE,
MICAH UNDERWOOD

PS ACHILLES IS JUST AS BAD AS ISAAC. ASSHOLE.