Oh my darling, I do miss the old ways. I miss feeling regal and powerful, as the darkness I embodied carried me amongst the living. I miss playing this game, touching your lips with my nails, giving you a taste. Yet I pulled away.

It is intoxicating. A vampire is what I am, a mistress of the night and solitary in this right. I need only my brethren beside me. We are powerful and wise yet we take pity on our meals. Heh. It is all rather amusing to me. We coexist with lunch meat. Rather pitiful, considering our ancestry, but I enjoy it as it is. Admiring human wiles from a distance, remembering the ghost of being mortal once as well, is beautiful to me. And I do love beauty.

Ah, dear child, join me in my world. I insist.