Vampires. Honestly, They're Like Children Sometimes.

Something Clenched In My Chest, And For A Moment, The Whole World Narrowed Down To The Green Of His Eyes.

His Eyes, I’d Long Since Discovered, Could Be As Eloquent And Expressive As His Pen. The Messages They Sent Me Now Hardly Seemed Decent For A Public Setting.

Day 24. Situation Is Growing Worse. My Captors Continue To Find New And Horrific Ways To Torture Me. When Not Working, Agent Scarlet Spends Her Days Examining Fabric Swatches For Bridesmaid Dresses And Going On About How In Love She Is. This Usually Causes Agent Boring Borscht To Regale Us With Stories Of Russian Weddings That Are Even More Boring Than His Usual Ones. My Attempts At Escape Have Been Thwarted Thus Far. Also, I Am Out Of Cigarettes. Any Assistance Or Tobacco Products You Can Send Will Be Greatly Appreciated. -prisoner 24601

Didn’t Understand Love? Was She Crazy? If She Only Knew What I’d Sacrificed For Dimitri, What I’d Done To Be Where I Was Now . . . All For Love. She Was The One Who Couldn’t Understand. Love Wasn’t A Fling In A Back Room At A Party. It Was Something You Lived And Died For.

Aubrey, Crouching On A Nearby Counter, Watched Me With Squinty Eyes, Apparently Pondering Why Anyone Would Willingly Immerse Themselves In Water Ever, Let Alone For Extended Periods Of Time.