The letter was short and written on an off-white parchment. The ink used was a solid black, but written with such fine calligraphic pen, I couldn't h...lp but appreciate it.Pressure built in the air around me. Run, run, run. I stayed. Took a seat."To the object of my blood lust, of my affections," the letter began, "you capture me. Your beauty, your grace, your wisdom, and the heat of the blood pulsing in your veins. The blood I long to spill, the blood I long to be mine. And only mine. . He held her for a moment as she stood back up and they lookedinto each other's eyes.It's now or never, Kevin thought as he leaned in to kiss 'Emma'. She wassurprised at first at the kiss, but she held it for long enough that saidto him that it had not been unwelcome. He didn't know whether to answerher question now or talk about the kiss and again an awkward silence fellbetween them."I guess I have something that I should tell you," Emma said sadly.Inside Kevin started to panic. What was it?. I didn't park neatly. The dog, Rambo, came bounding over to us,covered in mud, and jumped on me. Fuck, mud all over my jean jacket. I pushed him down and made him sit so Melanie could pet him. His tongue licked her hand, leaving it covered in drool."Wow, he sure has a big tongue, I'm all wet" she said as she showed me her hand."Guess he is my dog after all," I laughed.She did not find the joke very funny. Rambo sniffed at my hand. I smiled at Melanie. She gave me a sexy smile and a giggle when. You can sleep all weekend if you want to. You might need to.”I was too tired to reject Margaret’s offer. I hoped that Helena wouldn’t come if Margaret was there. A weekend to recover might help.I forced myself to eat the dinner, almost too exhausted to lift the knife and fork. Shortly afterwards, dressed in a pair of Margaret’s deceased husband’s pyjamas, I was in bed in the spare room. I went to sleep almost immediately.I woke up suddenly. I was sister Helena, dressed in her habit, my face.