The Gift
Introduction:
A letter from Emily
Introduction:
A letter from Emily
To whom It May Concern:
When I met Nicoli I was ready for an adventure. I guess that's why it went as far as it
did. He was everything I wanted. Everything. That's what should have given him away.
But I didn't know anything about that then.
I like to take snapshots of my life. You know, freezing a moment and pretending I don't
know how I got there. I picture myself, say some 10 years ago, and imagine looking at a
snapshot of the future -where I am right now.
Those snapshots can really take you aback. I remember when I got divorced, the day the
papers arrived at my house. Even though I was the one that wanted the divorce -needed it
really - and I knew the papers where en route, they hit me hard. I felt the blood test, the
dress fitting, the wedding, our vacations, our eight happy years, hit me. I did this - and
it's over. I did this - and I have finality. Then I picture myself at our engagement, looking
ahead at this exact moment - me fallen back into the couch, with the pages slipping
through my fingers. How did I get there? Am I sad, in shock? Did he leave me; I him?
Then I do it all over again, only this time I know exactly how I got there. I wonder how I
would have felt about my choices over the years.
And now, as I sit in front of this dead body, with my lips still tasting the blood, savoring
the way it fills my veins and my hunger; how did I get here?
If I'm going to die - again; this time to rest - I'm going to be at the ocean. I always
wanted my ashes spread over the water. I was married on an island, went to the beach
for my graduation and cried at the beach for two days after my abortion. So, I'm going to
be damn sure that's where my ashes lie.
Tonight was my last taking, murder, feast -- to be sure, it will be my last. This kid, I
think he said he was 25, didn't deserve to die; what just so I can live? I never would have
done it you know. I didn't think I was capable. But the hunger; Nicoli explained it well.
Although, I thought I could resist. I'm not like him; weak and filled with self-importance
and self-pity. But the hunger; I wasn't ready for it to be so all consuming. Then, when
this one goes as far as to say "kiss my neck", it's almost laughable. I guess the hunger
brings a bit of cynicism with it as well.
But this is what is most important - not that you mourn this body in my lap, or feel pity for
either of us. But that you take this to heart and plan, deliberate and then carefully execute
the one who did this - Nicoli.
That's right; I am pathetic. I couldn't kill him, even when I had the chance. My love, or
desire, or sick obsession with him prevents me from finishing him. So, this is my way to
put an end to him. To show proof that Nicoli -Vampires - do exist, and they are viscous
and self-propelling. I'm going to tell you how to find him, how to intrigue him and how to
finish him. Lastly, I implore you to go into this with eyes wide open, so that you do not
fall under his spell.
Emily
When I met Nicoli I was ready for an adventure. I guess that's why it went as far as it
did. He was everything I wanted. Everything. That's what should have given him away.
But I didn't know anything about that then.
I like to take snapshots of my life. You know, freezing a moment and pretending I don't
know how I got there. I picture myself, say some 10 years ago, and imagine looking at a
snapshot of the future -where I am right now.
Those snapshots can really take you aback. I remember when I got divorced, the day the
papers arrived at my house. Even though I was the one that wanted the divorce -needed it
really - and I knew the papers where en route, they hit me hard. I felt the blood test, the
dress fitting, the wedding, our vacations, our eight happy years, hit me. I did this - and
it's over. I did this - and I have finality. Then I picture myself at our engagement, looking
ahead at this exact moment - me fallen back into the couch, with the pages slipping
through my fingers. How did I get there? Am I sad, in shock? Did he leave me; I him?
Then I do it all over again, only this time I know exactly how I got there. I wonder how I
would have felt about my choices over the years.
And now, as I sit in front of this dead body, with my lips still tasting the blood, savoring
the way it fills my veins and my hunger; how did I get here?
If I'm going to die - again; this time to rest - I'm going to be at the ocean. I always
wanted my ashes spread over the water. I was married on an island, went to the beach
for my graduation and cried at the beach for two days after my abortion. So, I'm going to
be damn sure that's where my ashes lie.
Tonight was my last taking, murder, feast -- to be sure, it will be my last. This kid, I
think he said he was 25, didn't deserve to die; what just so I can live? I never would have
done it you know. I didn't think I was capable. But the hunger; Nicoli explained it well.
Although, I thought I could resist. I'm not like him; weak and filled with self-importance
and self-pity. But the hunger; I wasn't ready for it to be so all consuming. Then, when
this one goes as far as to say "kiss my neck", it's almost laughable. I guess the hunger
brings a bit of cynicism with it as well.
But this is what is most important - not that you mourn this body in my lap, or feel pity for
either of us. But that you take this to heart and plan, deliberate and then carefully execute
the one who did this - Nicoli.
That's right; I am pathetic. I couldn't kill him, even when I had the chance. My love, or
desire, or sick obsession with him prevents me from finishing him. So, this is my way to
put an end to him. To show proof that Nicoli -Vampires - do exist, and they are viscous
and self-propelling. I'm going to tell you how to find him, how to intrigue him and how to
finish him. Lastly, I implore you to go into this with eyes wide open, so that you do not
fall under his spell.
Emily
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