The Association Letter

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October 22, year XXXX

We, the vampires located at the south edge border, have been notified of the Council's consideration to open the town to other species of monsters and dark creatures. I write to you concerning my thoughts on the matter.

I, Darian Burrel, am pleased with the coven and the open mindedness of its leaders. It has been some time that I've hidden a very important detail of my being from my brothers. I am in great hopes that my revelation will push the consideration in a positive light.

I am not aware of others but for the past couple human years, I've been mated to a werewolf.

Our rivalry against this species has been ludicrous and must come to an end. I am happy with my mate, but the distance between the two of us gets harder with every passing year where we only see each other at most three times a year. My three days of holiday, that is.

Now, werewolves don't have to be our enemies. We are stronger together and I've learned that with experience. They have a sense of smell that is, well, more defined than our species. While we can smell any type of blood for miles, werewolves can scent death, the smell of the ocean, anything unusual that we could possibly over think.

Another aspect to look at is what we do with our nutrition. We leave prey out in the woods to rot without blood where we could work together to keep this earth clean. While we, the Vampires, take the blood we need, the werewolves can sustain their wolves with the meat of the prey.

We have a lot to gain from one and can support each other. I ask not only for my situation of being mated, but for each and everyone one of our brothers and sisters. We have slowly been dwindling in our numbers while the werewolves gain more power and territory. We must change our way of life if we mean to survive. We are a proud race and should not be killed off. We must do what we can to live.

Your brother,

Damien Burrel. 4th generation vampire.

Damien sighed pushing his hair back as he set down his pen and relaxed in his wooden chair. A fire burned behind him but a sudden different warmth enveloped him and he smiled as a hum sounded in his ears.

"Hey, that's a mighty fine letter."

"Thank you, Love." He brushes his knuckles against a cheek. "I really hope it'll convince the hard headed leaders of the Crypt Owner Association. You think the flattery is overdone?"

"It'll be fine. And if not, we still have this cabin. We are still mates. And I still love you very much." The words were said so warmly it made Damien's heart beat rapidly in his chest.

"And I love you...Yvan." He smiles at him and leans in for a gentle, soft kiss which Yvan returned just as gently.