It has been many years since I have seen Vince; yet the feelings are still there. I have heard from him a little over the years, true…But seeing him once again is an altogether different beast. How I wish our recent meeting had gone differently! Perhaps it would have, were Nikolai not present. I don’t know what it is about him that draws me like a moth to the flame – perhaps every bit as dangerous too.
Now that I am here, I cannot help but think of the last time we spent the night together – it was the first time in a long while I felt vulnerable. I was without armor, and there he was, perched on my windowsill, ready to kill me. Rather than act, I spoke, trying to convince him that not all of our kind was evil. I must have convinced him, for I am still living my unlife.
Damn it all! He’s infuriating me because this did not go how I had wished. But how was that his fault? He didn’t know. Perhaps the future will bring surprises. For now, I must get my affairs in order here. I’ve no intention of staying in a hotel for long.