Another chapter, another slay.

『26 Salvatore Boarding House,
Mystic Falls, Virginia
JUNE 10TH 2013

DEAR DAMON,

Wishful thinking isn't so bad when you know what you're wishing for. My wish was for our story to be eternal. To be endless, regardless of where we find ourselves or how far apart we are.

We all grasp at straws with wishful thinking, don't we? Because I do. I write endless words that can't always be spoken out loud, but I can write them down. History needs preservation. That's the thing about the history of love. It burns and hurts and destroys you from within, taking your sanity and will along with it.

They are those who are fortunate enough to repel love, to repel the pain. But sometimes, all that's left is skin and bones to burn. The love I have for you keeps me going. It keeps some part of me sane— some part.

In lighter news, I had a weak moment of doubt that I wouldn't succeed in my dreams, so I dropped out of culinary school. I cried about it for a time before my mother scolded me to stop whining. It didn't take long before I joined again.

During my holidays, I explored other known realms to learn about cooking and their ways. Every place I visited had such wonderful, unique dishes. The dishes were a struggle to learn how to cook, but I persisted.

To one day open that sandwich stall, I was keen to learn about food from various places. I visited a native village in Titan a few days ago. They cooked in clay pots with their food covered with thick heavy leaves. They said the leaves brought out the flavors. In the undertone of the food, was a burning fondness on the tip of my tongue, bringing out a more fiery taste. They taught me how to roast a cow. Although I felt bad, he was delicious.

It's been two weeks since I arrived here. I've been learning about their rules, traditions, and cultures. Dare I say that it's beautiful and ethereal? Another tribe often discriminated against them. I hope I did everything I could to help them.

Imagine my surprise when they said demons have been hunting at night. They took most of the children for blood rituals. I found it strange that it hadn't happened since I got here. They proved me wrong so far when another attack happened late last night.

These 'demons' were vampires. It was vampires who took the younger ones for the juice of fear and their longer life span. The ones destined for longer life will be alive, while those who are not. . . Get killed on the spot.

I informed the chief I would help them. I also notified them that I used to specialize in things like these. I would get the young ones alive and bring them home.

Whatever I could forge into a weapon, I took it. All I needed was a stake, but I wanted pain. When I arrived, I expected to find vampires, but all I found were bands of vampires, werewolves, and demons.

This turned out well.

I learned they threatened the leader of the village and set a trap for me. Big mistake. I ended up bathing in their blood. Could you believe it?

Demons and werewolves and vampires banded together to get my head in a spike.

It's funny to laugh. Not only would I go through them. I had the powers of Dark Creator, the forces of the S'Phérę, and the strength of Dark Universe protected me. I knew my mother would indeed avenge me if I fell to the graces of those vermin.

I fought and I fought until my hands blood covered my hands. Until my handmade weapon rammed through them as the howling wind bit my skin. I cleaved through them like sand falling between my fingers.

I was a lion ripping through its prey with its sharp canines. I listened to their cries while holding them down until their heart sang a song of death.

In the end, I burned their bodies as a signal to the mastermind behind this action. It should send a message should they wish to start a war. It didn't end well for their pigs, nor will it end well for them.

What I couldn't figure out was why they sent those idiots after me. They knew of the fate that would befall their henchmen. It seems someone did not like I was investigating the truth.

My bet; this was a warning.

I racked my brain on my way back, thinking about who it could be. It wouldn't be my family, Dark Creator, or The Organisation. No, they make a spectacle of things. Besides, it wouldn't do them any good to drive you away. Especially when you were such a tremendous motivation.

This was someone else. Something else.

It took a while to come up with a list of enemies I had. A list of who planned the coup. It should pan out, along with the trail of bodies you left as a message to me.

Shame you didn't wait. You're smart, but I am as well. Do you notice all the places I visit are places we dreamed of traveling to together? You left clues and I followed them.

Before I left the village, I learned to cook under the glory of the sun whilst I helped with their 'dog problem.'
I followed your clues along and the trouble that came after. Someone asked me what was next for me and I said, 'Death was knocking on my door.'

LOVE,
MICAH UNDERWOOD

PS I CRY EVERY NIGHT HOPING YOU WOULD BE THERE TO COMFORT ME.