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My sincerest apologies to you David, for waking you at such an hour merely to make record of this, but this is beyond important. The dream you had, I’m sure you are aware of, was a memory. I pray that it will not be the last in this particular succession, as it revealed a decent bit. So I hope you pardon my waking you up so late.
C, (I assume you would prefer to keep your name private) if you so happen to be reading this I would like to address Samuel on the incident about a month ago, concerning his relation to me. I led you to believe he was not someone I knew, however similar. I regret this, for I did not know such things at the time; but, being myself, I do not enjoy admitting my lack of self knowledge.
In the memory tonight I was accompanied by one who was unmistakably Samuel. I felt the same draw, the exact same pull and demand for my submission that compelled me to address him as my master when you and David were partaking in your, pardon me for saying so (you as well David), irritatingly tame, sessions in the beginning of all this.
This draws me to the conclusion that in the past I was his apprentice (albeit unlikely as the bond I feel is far too powerful), slave (I wouldn’t put it past the Gods to arrange this for one such as me), or, what I believe is the most plausible explanation, that he was a possible Strigoi, and my sire, as it were.
One other recollection that came to me was my momentary distain for the constellation of Orion. I’m sure you remember my rather juvenile comment of his being an a**, that night on the balcony. In this dream, I once more felt the same contempt for the diseased Deity. Though, as of now my reasons remain unfounded.
Finally, as a short side note to you, C, you may be curious as to why I sound, putting it simply, more vocabularily inclined than during the usual times in which we speak. Or you may not. I not know you as well as I should probably seek out to become as you are David’s partner. But of course, as is with most, in the throws of masochistic pleasure and other such frivolities, one tends to loose their grasp on the concept of comprehensible speech.
~ZELLA