You have passed the spell, and you’re now a whole year older. Congratulations

Anyways, back to you, my birthday girl. You may think that this is all about how sense I’m a vampire, and I’m sending you all of this stuff such as the book and dagger, you might be a vampire. But, you’re the exact opposite, my darling. You are nothing even close. Oh, but you are still something thrilling. Do you remember how I told you that your father and I were exact opposites? Well, that has something to do with it. You got my full genes or his. You had my looks, but that meant you got something stronger of his. His blood. You, my dear, are not going to be a vampire, but a slayer. Not like Buffy where you were destined or anything. And I mean you the truth when I say that you actually have a choice here.

Vampire, or slayer. But, being a vampire gives you advantages. The strength, and extreme beauty. But, a slayer has this attractive essence that even vampires can’t resist. It also has it’s advantages. If you want to be a vampire, slice you left palm with the dagger and drip your blood into the blue candle I gave to you as one of your presents, or use the dagger to kill a new-born vampire and be a slayer. We are all hunted, no matter what, and there are the hunters. It’s your choice, but choose well. You have forty-eight hours to do either, otherwise you will forget all of this and lose your memory, and one just like you will have to remake the choice in sixteen years.

With love,

Sarah Jamaen.

P.S. With either choice, there is always death. Choose wisely.

By the time you read this, you’ll be sixteen, or almost sixteen. I love you far more than any mother could ever find imaginable. And as I write this, I am on a train, heading to New York. When I get there, I shall stamp it with the appropriate stamp, and hold on to it. You are probably wondering why you are getting this now, and why I’m not there, in the small town of Otoe, Nebraska, with you. It’s confusing, even I have not gotten over what is happening to myself. I have no doubt that you have opened the box and searched through the contents. I hope that you understand that the dagger is for your protection. Keep it with you at all times. I also have no doubt that you are beautiful, intelligent, and an amazing young women.

My best friend, also known as your mother, promised me she’d look after you. I do doubt that she gave you the 17th letter. The one with only you name written on the front by the one and only, Sarah Jemean. If you’ve noticed, she is nothing like you, and I hope that as a child, she tried to remind you of myself and tell you the fake stories of my bravery before I died. Well, the truth is, I never died. It was for both yours, and my own protection. You are sought to be my sister, born from my parents that had died the year I died. You truly don’t have any grandparents, though ,sad to say. I miss them every day sense they died the day you were born. A bit of a coincidence, though, don’t you think?

As much as I would love to describe the way you looked as a child, the way your toothless smile warmed me, I’ve no time left. My stop is soon, and I say once again in another way, that my heart belongs only to you. You shall learn more of yourself in a letter that I will write in a year. Let love guide you.

With love,

Sarah Jemean

P.S Now, open the present wrapped in pink paper.