Dear Mother.

Dear Mother,
I... I can't live without him. I know you probably never knew about him, but he was my life.
Without him, I'm nothing. If I had chosen to live- which if you're reading this, then I'm dead- then I would have been a shadow of myself. It's ridiculous how much he stole from me. He stole my humor, my beauty, my patience, my talents... But most importantly, he stole my heart. And I didn't even realize that he had stolen these until it was too late.
Let me explain.

"It's simple," he said, the words oozing from his mouth like honey, "You just give me a little drop of blood, and that's all."
I paused, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't, I whispered, "And if I don't?" I licked my already dry lips with my tongue. He watched this motion, hungrily, as a cat watching a mouse. I gulped, and pressed my lips together until they were white.
"Then we never get to be together, babe." He pursed his lips together in a show of concern. His eyes were wide beyond the point of believability, with huge dark pupils engulfing the whites of his eyes. Just like a shark.
For a moment I contemplated what he had said. Maybe if I denied this strange creature blood, he would go away. Maybe I would finally be alone again.
But Mom, I didn't want to be alone again.
This creature had first appeared when I was about fourteen. He had always been lurking in the corners of mirrors, a dark shadow where there should have been none. I suppose that, back then, he wasn't strong enough to manifest himself in the way he did now. Now, 3 years later, there was a towering shadow with pale lips and dark, animal eyes hovering in my bedroom.
This night, the night when these horrible occurences took place, he had heard me praying. I prayed for silly, foolish things. A boyfriend, primarily. I guess you never noticed how lonely I was without one, Mom. But this abomination did. He heard my prayer, and he made me a promise.
If I were to give him but an ounce of blood, he would never let me be alone again.
This was the first night that he had actually spoken to me. Like all monsters under the bed, I had always ignored him and hoped that he would go away. But he didn't.
"I... I don't have a pin," I said. Part of me hoped that this would make him give up this quest for blood.
"That shouldn't be a problem. Come here."
I sat up from my bed- which I was laying on- and approached the shadow. It felt as if I didn't have a choice. The way that he had spoken was commanding, frightening.
His nearly white lips spread into a crecent as I neared. I suddenly expected him to open his mouth to reveal two pointed fangs.
"You're not a vampire, are you?" I blurted. I immediately slammed my hands over my mouth to prevent any other thoughts from escaping.
Instead of being offended, he laughed. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed. It seemed as if that blast of mirth lasted for a long time, although it couldn't have. What I marvelled at was that no one else in the house could hear his over powering giggles.
"No," he murmured, "No."
"Then what are you?"
"What am I? I'm your guardian angel. However, I can only watch you when you're in this room. I need just a bit of blood so that I can leave."
I was moving towards him again.
"Don't you want a guardian angel?" I nodded, sleepily.revealing no emotion. I was intregued by that lack of  I stared up at those half slitted animal eyes. They were somewhere between that of a deer and a shark, passion. For how could there be any caring if there was no passion?
A silky black shadow unwound itself from his form. It trailed behind me, encircling me gently.
"Close your eyes," he whispered. I did.
"Take a deep breath."
I did.
"And