Blood and Oil

Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know whats going on anymore. Things used to make sense but now…

Normally I’d be writing Uncle Tim, but…I’m pretty sure I’m not allowed to tell him most of this. And I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t believe me anyways. You at least have been able to see me right? Question is….can you forgive me?

Here, I’ll start from the beginning. I had stayed the night over at Mel’s and both of us had gotten up. However…well, what looked like Mel’s sire showed up. Cassandra I think here name is. Anyways, Mel seemed to disbelieve it and when Jeremy showed up, neither of them trusted her. Turned out they were right, it was the crazy Raven guy all along. Well, this guy had apparently found one of the bigshot humans in the city that everyone was looking for. Dunno how. Hell, a LOT of stuff happened that night that I didn’t understand. Well, thats politics for you.

I’m rambling. Anyways, things got really over my head so I just sat back and waited. Its what I do ma, I’m no brainiac. I figure Mel and Jeremy are good guys, or at least better guys, so I’ll just help them out. Gives me something to do. Well, they eventually planned everything that they needed to and we headed out. Then…Well the damn FBI guys showed up again and started shooting us.

I dunno how to describe the fight, but I’ll just say….I’m sorry. Again. Mom….I killed those guys. And I didn’t feel bad! At all! Does this make me evil? What….what am I becoming?!? I mean…the bastards kind of deserved it…sort of…but still, killing isn’t what we’re supposed to do. I even killed a hobo! I didn’t….he just…. I just need to drink, and I figured I could help him out too. But… he just…died. Mom, this power… I don’t think I’m cut out for this.

Mom… I dunno how much you know, or how much you’ve seen, but please. Can you…I dunno put a word in for me? I don’t want to go to Hell…I didn’t even mean for all this to happen. Just…help? Please mom. This….this wasn’t what was supposed to happen. If I don’t figure out the good I’m supposed to do as a vampire then…I don’t know. I just don’t know.


((Written and then donated at Church to be burned to send words up to Heaven. Donated after Wed evening Mass))


CHarrison Megakender

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