I am a vampiress, I wrote this sad note to my lover...before I lost my sanity in need of blood

Who am I? I am a vampire. Vampires are creatures of the night, I live off of human blood. Count Dracula sets your stereotype vampire. Like most of us, I have dark hair and pale skin from being away from the sunlight. Sunlight is like a skin disease that make me allergic to it. Whenever the sun hit it, it hurt like crazy. I keep werewolves as pets and I’m a control freak.

Darkness is my passion. I can’t live without it, and I’m starting to turn dark. I am intrested in things that others fear, and I use it against them. So much fun! My Mother of Darkness (who made me) tells me better watch my back, because the REAL dark people is going to teach me a thing or two about REAL darkness...

This is the color of my wings. Saddened colors...they are black. The feathers are dark, raven black. Careful my dear, they are spiny and scaly...and poison ducted. No one knows why my wings are this dark, because I always conceal myself in the shadow.

A great sadness surrounds me...as I take it out on others and the world (but not at you, my dear never) They may call me beautiful, but in spite of the beauty I am twisted and dead on the inside. No my dear, I’m not broken yet. But I hurt so much that my heart cannot take it no more.

Yes my dear, I used to be an angel. I have fallen into this decree of immortality of vampirerism. Before this, my wings are white...slowly, my life changed. So did the color.

I have no friends, because I cannot let anyone get too close to me (except to you, my dear don’t leave me) Grief fill my black heart, even though anger blind my eyes.

This is my soul. As if I’m born in a world full of tears and saddened colors. You my dear, I’m praying, bleeding...tell me my dearest, am I too far to be saved? Am I too far?

Your willing, surrenderous vampiress undead lover