I believe your story. I believe you.
I believe you learned that Akasha’s first vampire, an evil spirit, invaded every branch of her organization and formed life, enjoying human blood before attacking her.
I believe you said that this elf armel was seen and heard by two witches. Machete Makir is now among us. His mysterious body, as we can call it, has been developed into a flourishing vine with every blood hunter until modern times.
I also know from your story that when the witch Machete Makir was caused to hunt blood, they lost the ability to see and hear elves. Indeed, I created and said that I would lose me, too.
But I assure you, I am still their magnet, or maybe it is my ability, which made me despise Gblin prematurely. Now he gets strength from vampire blood to torture me.
Lester’s life grows stronger. It seems that I can’t stop him. Will he enter a human body, just like armel did in ancient times? Will another vampire origin be created into another vine?
I can imagine that you don’t agree with this problem or the possibility that Gblin will become a human killer, but he is already very powerful now.
I think you’ll understand that I’m afraid that Gblin will eventually attack those I cherish, my human family and strangers.
It is difficult to write these words because I have loved Gblin all my life and despised an imaginary playmate or a cute delusion who belittled him, but he and I have been in bed for so long and now they are enemies. I am afraid of his attack because I feel that his strength is growing.
When I wasn’t hunting, Gblin disappeared from me, and it was only when fresh blood came into my veins that we reappeared. Gblin and I, he looked annoyed and jealous that I had become a blood hunter, as if I had known everything and been erased from his childish mind.
I am distressed by these.
But let me reiterate that this is not because I wrote to you, but what fear Gblin will become.
Of course I want to meet you. I want you to talk about it. I want to be accepted. If possible, I want you to break the rules.
I want to be kidnapped and become a vampire against your will. You treat me kindly because the same thing happened to me.
I want you to forgive me for invading your RueRyale old house. I want to hide this letter there. I want you to know that I have not hunted in New Orleans and I will never hunt.
Speaking of hunting, I have also been taught to hunt the wicked. Although my record is not perfect, I have mastered every meal. You are so gentle that I am a noisy human gathering. Tourists move quickly without being noticed when they draw their blood one by one.
But the main reason is that I am lonely and suffering, not my human family, which will be unbearable for me to create a variety of reasons to avoid others.
That’s why I’d rather tell you stories. There are still many stories. I want to tell you that I pray that my stories will be won’t be destroyed by you. You know, we can play a game, we meet, and then I say scold. When you don’t beat around the bush, you kill me.
But seriously, Gblin is my bet
Before concluding, let me add that last year I hunted blood and read your book and tried to learn from it. I often tried to study in OakHaven Telamaska outside New Orleans. I often tried to ask Telamaska to give me advice and help.
When I was a boy, time was no longer a member of Telamaska, and I could also clearly see Gblin, an Englishman named Sterling Oliver Wenya Cong, who gave me advice on how they would become too powerful to control me for a while and loved Sterling very much.
I am also deeply in love with Sterling, a girl who can also see Gblin, a redhead with considerable abilities.
Now I can’t take that girl into my arms. Her name is Mayfair, a name you are not familiar with, although even today, this young girl may know something about your friend and companion Merrick Mayfair.
But she must come from the same powerful spiritual family. They seem happy to be called witches. I swear I have never seen her again. With her super power, she immediately realized that something tragic had happened to me. I can’t let my evil touch her.
When I read your chronological history, I was a little surprised to find that Telamaska was hostile to blood hunting. I created it for me, but I didn’t believe it until I saw you.
It is hard to imagine that these elegant people will break the Millennium neutrality, and our race will be hostile to them. They are proud of their charitable history, which is independent of their long-term friendly characteristics
Obviously, I can’t go to Telamasca now. If I go, they will become my sworn enemies. They are my sworn enemies. Because I contacted them in the past, I know where I live, but it is more noteworthy that I can’t ask them for help because you don’t want this.
You heCvenfheAriulae members don’t want one of us to fall into the hands of this organization that is too eager to study us closely.
As for my red-haired Mayfair lover, let me reiterate that I will never dream of approaching her. Although I doubt whether her unusual ability can help me to end Gblin forever in some way, I can’t do it. She will be frightened and confused. I don’t want to interrupt her human destiny, just as I have been interrupted. I think I would rather make a clean break than let her continue.
Besides me, I am lonely.
I don’t expect you to pity me for this, but maybe your understanding will prevent you from destroying me immediately without warning.
There is no doubt that you can find us, that is, half of your chronology is true. It is obvious that your mind reading needs to be measured, but let me tell you where I am.
My real home is a wooden mansion on Sugardeville Island, located deep in Sugardeville swamp in northeast Louisiana, not far from the Mississippi border. The West Ruby River stops at Ruby Villruby, which nourishes Sugardeville swamp.
This cypress swamp has belonged to my family for generations, and few people can find the way to SugarDevil Island. I am quite sure that although my great-grandfather Manfred blackwood built this house where I sit and write to you.
Our ancestor’s home is called blackwood Manor, a grand building with a huge and dizzy Corinthian column and a very luxurious Greek Renaissance mansion on the highland.
Compared with me, it is inflated and touted as beautiful. It lacks elegance and nobility of New Orleans family. Manfred blackwood’s extraordinary monument to lust, dream and life was built in. No immigrants went to prove it. It has no real property except to please the people living in it. The huge swamp land house is as famous as blackwood Farm.
There are no ghosts around the land in that house, not to say that it is a fact. Gblin doubt is one of the most powerful spirits, but it is still a ghost here.
They want the most important part of the dark blood from me. They look too weak to have that ability, but who says that the ghost audio-visual emperor knows that I have some scourge ability to attract their attention and give them some extremely important vitality? It has come in my life.
Am I testing your patience? God bless me. No.
But this letter may be an opportunity for me, Lester, so I said that things are important to me.
When I arrive at your room in RueRyale, I will master every wisdom and skill to put the letter where no one can find it except you.