Blood Letters

"Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine.
Oh I don't love you but I always will."
- The Civil Wars

Katherine, Vampire

Elijah.

Your hiding in the shadows.

I can feel your presence. I can always feel you.

I'm afraid. Not of you. Of what you make me feel. How you make me yearn for your presence. Your touch. Your kisses. Your sweet, gentle words.

After all this time, it's still you. It's always you.

I run. That's all I've done for the past hundred years. Run. That's what you made me become. A runner. A coward. A selfish, cold woman who simply looks out for herself.

You never let me live my own life, and I hate you for that. I want to forgive you. I really do. But I can't. I can't after all this time. My heart ...I don't have a heart anymore. I made sure of that over the decades.

You step out from the shadows. We hold each others gazes for what felt like an eternity. My eyes are wide with fear. Yours are calm and observing.

You reach out for me. You say my name gently. I want to believe. I really do. But I can't be naive again, not anymore. I can't be the girl I use to be. The one you fell in love with and eventually broke. You and your corrupted brother and tainted family.

You surrounded me with darkness.

So darkness I became.