Dear Lucian,

I hope this letter finds you in the glow of the midnight moon, which, let’s be honest, is way better than any 5-star hotel lighting. Last night’s gathering at the old chapel was quite the event, wasn’t it? I must confess, I only went because I heard you’d be there. I mean, the promise of immortal blood is enticing, but your eyes—those dark, mysterious pools—are what truly captured my attention.

Do you remember when we first met? You were standing in the corner, looking broody and enigmatic, like a gothic statue with better hair. I was instantly drawn to you, like a moth to a flame, or rather, a bat to a belfry. There’s something about your presence that makes eternity seem a bit more bearable.

Yours eternally,

Seraphina

My Dearest Seraphina,

Your letter was a delightful surprise, much like finding a hidden blood bank at the back of a hospital. The gathering was indeed quite the spectacle, though I must admit, I only had eyes for you. Your entrance was nothing short of mesmerizing, and the way you conversed with the elders—such grace! I found myself wishing we could slip away and explore the night together.

Ah, our first meeting. How could I forget? You had this air of mystery about you, and the way you laughed—unlike anything I’d heard in my centuries of existence. It’s rare to meet someone who makes eternity feel like a fleeting moment.

Forever yours,

Lucian

Dear Lucian,

I laughed out loud at your comment about the blood bank—trust you to find humor in our peculiar lifestyle. Speaking of which, I’ve been thinking about all the changes we’ve seen over the centuries. Remember when garlic was all the rage? The humans thought they were so clever, but we were just amused.

I’ve been wondering if you’d like to join me for a stroll through the old gardens tomorrow night. I hear the roses are in full bloom, and there’s nothing like the scent of night flowers to complement a good conversation. Plus, I promise not to talk about the latest vampire politics.

With all my heart,

Seraphina

My Beloved Seraphina,

How could I resist an invitation to walk with you beneath the stars? Your humor is as refreshing as a cool breeze on a summer night, and I find myself eagerly anticipating our conversations. Ah, the garlic craze—such fond memories. Humans and their peculiar superstitions.

The gardens sound enchanting. Let’s meet at the old fountain, where the moonlight dances on the water. I promise to bring you a rose in exchange for the pleasure of your company. And perhaps we can speculate on the next human trend—maybe they’ll decide that holy water is the latest health tonic.

Until tomorrow night,

Lucian

Dear Lucian,

Our stroll last night was nothing short of magical. The way you recited that old poem by the fountain—my heart, though long still, felt alive in your presence. I never thought I’d find someone who understands the beauty of a quiet night as much as I do.

I’ve been thinking about the future, about what it means to spend eternity with someone. I know it’s a big topic, and I’m not in any rush, but I wanted to share my thoughts with you. With the right companion, eternity doesn’t seem daunting at all.

Yours in every moment,

Seraphina

My Dearest Seraphina,

The poem was inspired by you, my muse. Your presence brings out the beauty in the night, and I am grateful for every moment we share. The future is indeed a vast expanse, but I find comfort in the thought of exploring it with you by my side.

Eternity is a long time, but with you, it feels like an adventure waiting to unfold. Let us take it one night at a time, cherishing each moment and creating our own timeless story.

Forever and always,

Lucian

And so, our story unfolds, one letter at a time, as we navigate the endless nights together. Who knew eternity could be filled with such humor, love, and yes, even a bit of garlic reminiscing? Until next time, dear reader, may your nights be filled with laughter and love as eternal as ours.

With love,

Tina