Dear Miss Jacquie O'Lantern the wonderus gourd,

I am not writing to you for myself. Oh no. I write to you on the behalf of my wonderful Muffin, not the food but a young vampire. I have watched over her for 3 years now and in that time I have seen a change in her. At first all she wanted was to drink until she was bloated off of the finest wishes around. She loved the thrill of the chase but over the years I've seen the way she stares at the Kits she is feeding off of. She wants one of her own but is too busy feeding to stop and just talk to the guy.

Miss Jacquie, if you could just find her someone that she couldn't make a meal of so she can talk for once and maybe settle down....or at least a good time I'd be forever grateful.

Losing blood fast,
mangshra.