Melanie gently grabs the letter and begins to open it.

The paper emits a "poc" when it finally releases

the upper part of the glue that held the contents.

"Yes I draw but...well it's mostly stuff out of my head, nothing real, well, I don't copy what I
see...nothing very interesting in short..."

Then she passes her tongue over her lips and plunges her gaze into the yellowish paper of the letter.

"Hi Miranda, I know you must be wondering what this letter is doing to your business, and well to be
honest, it's the most courageous method I've found to start connecting with you from distance.
Elsewhere you'll find my phone number inside the envelope. Don't worry, I'm aware of the "oh no,
don’t text vampire stories, just code names" and all that.

I wanted to thank you for coming. Not just looking for me at the police station but also at the
penthouse, and in fact, in our life in general.

Most people scare me. And I pay them back. I don't understand them and they don't understand me.
Worse, the little predatory part of me revolts them inside, except for the weirdest of them who find
it attractive. But I was not afraid when I met you. As if somewhere I knew that we had to meet, that
you had to be part of my life and Adam's. So to try to convince you to stay, I'm going to tell you a
little more about myself and try to sell myself as best I can.

So: Hi, I'm Mélanie, I live near Lille and I go (normally) to college. I don't miss anything because my
uncle is as rich as Jeff Bezos and I'm half vampire.

I started my life in a not very pretty place, surrounded by women who were convinced that they saw
Jesus through a guy who drank their blood and took advantage of them. I don't remember my
mother, I was too young and all I remember is Adam who arrives one evening to shoot Jesus 2. He
had orders to destroy all the evidence and kill everyone to protect the law of secrecy, but he didn't
and took me back with him.

He couldn't completely take care of me because he can only live at night and he shared his life with a
selfish woman who couldn't bear to have to share him with me, so instead he hired people to
educate me: Patricia and Anthony Loumon. A couple of former mercenaries who are as much
responsible for watching over me as protecting me. They are nice but don't understand what I'm
going through.
Everything was fine until puberty arrived. At first I secretly hoped to be an X-men, but when I drank
the blood of "Fido" Madame Charpentier's yorkshire (she was the neighbor) we realized that
something was wrong with me.

I have always drawn things. Visions and scenes spinning in my head. My art teachers praised my
talents, but most of the time I drew what scared me. I also dream of things that have happened or
will happen. But only about people I've met before. I fell in love twice and both times were disasters.
And I did my oedipus by targeting Adam (yeah, it's the embarrassing moment when I tell you that at
twelve years old I fell in love with my uncle and that I almost flirted with your boyfriend... but I was
twelve in my defence).

I am naturally very anxious, and today I realize that I perhaps need a little too much to find my place
in this world. But above all, I would like to have a family.

I know Adam pretty well. Better than he wants to admit, and above all I see things in him that he
doesn't. And I also see things in you that you don't. I see you as the coolest girl in the world, strong
and independent. But I also dreamed of times when you were crying, or you were sad. I just want to
tell you that you have the right to be sad and to cry here. It's something I do often, and Adam always
tells me never to never be ashamed of it. I feel that you miss people a lot. You can tell us about it if
you want, sometimes talking about it makes them come alive again, as if we were inviting them for a
while with us into the room. I would like us to be the kind of family that talks to each other about
everything, and who admits everything they feel (well, with Adam, it's not won).

You know, with Adam you buy a partner who is already broke. But even if because of the break there
are little corners that sting and scratch, everything else is soft and loving. I've never felt so safe as
when he looks me in the eye and tells me everything's gonna be okay. And in general he arranges
everything.

I have no idea what a vampire love story looks like. I imagine it's not like in "the vampire diaries",
well I hope in a way because nothing ends well in this TV series. I don't know if you are monogamous
or if you have harems like in Dracula. I just worry about other women who want Adam's affection,
like this white-haired girl he calls "Snow" in my dreams. I can see that she would like to have him for
herself, but in fact, I would like him to be only yours. I know it's selfish. But I think you're the best
thing that can happen to him. The others are attracted to him only by his bad side.

But I still have a favor to ask of you. I know you are a lovely girl and love to help. But don't fall in love
with Adam because you can help him or he needs it. Don't fall in love with what you can fix, watch it
all.
If I ask you this it's because I would like you too to be able to feel good when he promises you that
everything will be fine. That you understand that he doesn't love you just because you support him.
He just loves you. Without conditions and without obligations. You're just you, and for him, and for
me, there's no comparison. No one can come close to you even if they try very hard.

We can be a family. I'd love it. But I am selective. And actually, I want YOU to be my family. I would
like to tell you about my days and listen to your nights. That we tell each other girl things that Adam
will never be able to understand.

I know we can do it, and we can get there if we all do it together.

I hope I didn't talk nonsense, and didn't scare you away.

With all my love

Melanie Delacroix

P.S: I tried looking up Dhampire on the internet and apparently I'm the same species as "Blade"
except I'm not black and don't do karate.

P.P.S: I had a strange dream where you were wearing middle eastern clothes... does that tell you
something?

P.P.P.S: If I had time to write this letter it's because I heard you copulating from the beginning, it was
you I heard first, but I wouldn't tell Adam, it will be our secret.