[ WP ] A 101-year old bottle washed up on a beach with a letter inside . It 's for you .

For 300 years I've lived on this forsaken earth, a watcher of the night, or at least that's what the humans call me. I'm roaming the Oceanside of the mountains, looking for swimming teenagers to rip their necks open, and have my afternoon tea. 
 
 None of that I guess today, as I walk a top the ocean floor as if where concrete. I notice something in the crashing waves above I fly or hover mostly to this object and pick it up with my claws. It's a porcelain bottle of sorts, with a old scroll in it. 
 
 I nearly took it out with my long fingernails full of blood, and I opened it. It was written to me. 
 
 Dear victor dark, 
 
 I write this message in a bottle to my dear victor, as I'm sure you will never get this. Some words should be externalized as to get out of the temporary encase ment. 
 
 I have never loved another soul as much as I loved you. You left because you were n't human any more, but even a monster could see, you belonged with your family. I'm sad, and my soul cries eternally. 
 
 Dear victor, 
 I am now 60, and have moved on with my life, 3 beautiful kids and a husband who will do anything for me, yet I still think about you from time to time, my oldest I named victor. He reminds me of you sometimes, I hope the darkness has n't gotten you yet. 
 
 Dear victor I am an old woman now, sitting on my death bed, I have lived a full life, and have everything I ever wanted. I hope I can see you soon in the afterlife or where vampires go. I never loved a soul like you. - yours truly bethanie Lucas 
 
 Dear mr. Victor, 
 I am missy, the grandchild of granny Beth. She told me all about you, and I am angry with you! She tells me, `` you know victor could have come to my bed any night and bite me with eternity. And we could have lived together happily.'' Most days My granny laid a wake hoping for a bite mark, yet nothing, you choose to not love my granny forever. You choose an eternity without her, then an eternity with my granny. How does that make you feel mister! 
 
 Good day! 
 Missy 
 
 I took the letter in my hand, and I crushed it just like my heart would've done if it was human. A tear formed on the vampires beautiful but dead skin. I was stiff with emotion, I was paralyzed with rage, love, guilt, regret, every emotion to my immortal knowledge. 
 
 To answer your question missy granddaughter of my only good memory of my forsaken life. How does that make me feel? The vampire smirked, and thought, `` hopeful''. 
 
 And as the sun drew higher and higher, the beautiful vampire stood with a bottle and a letter in his hand that just happened to be written over 100 years ago.
