This Same Earth
Page 94
January 20, 2000
Dear Beatrice,
I found a friend today.
Sounds silly, right? Like I’m the new kid at school. But in the last seven years, I’ve discovered how rare it is to find a friend you can trust. Do you have those kind of people around you? Do you have good friends? I hope so. You’re nineteen now. Maybe you have a boyfriend. You better be going to college. I wonder what you’ll study. Probably not Dante.
Do you still love Greek myths? Maybe you’ll study literature. Or archeology. I’m sure you’d be good at anything, you were always so smart. I bet you’re beautiful, too. The last time I saw you, you had that gawky, uncomfortable look that kids have when they’re teenagers, but you were only fifteen. I bet you’re beautiful now. You always looked like Mom, and she’s so lovely.
This new friend of mine is teaching me how to hide better. He’s old. Older than you can even imagine. I’m not sure they even measured time when he was human. He’s also incredibly powerful. He can control water like me, but much better. He’s a good friend, and I feel like I might finally have time to study this book and not spend all my time running around trying to hide.
Love,
Dad
Brasilia, Brazil
October 2001
Dear Beatrice,
I’m writing to you from my home. After eight years of running, I finally feel like I’ve found a new home. It’s quiet here. No one pays attention to me. With all the tourists around, I can feed without bothering anyone, and no one even remembers me.
I feel strange talking to you about feeding, even though I know you’ll probably never read this. I tried feeding from animals, but after a while, it got to be too much work. I have to feed a lot more often and drink a lot more blood than if I just take a quick sip from a human.
Forgive any unfortunate juice box comparisons.
I don’t look down on people like most vampires do, but it’s the easiest way for me to survive. If it makes you feel better, I always pay them. They don’t remember where the money came from, but hopefully they just think they forgot about it in their pocket.
It’s not all bad. I’m learning so much faster now. I wish I knew a neurobiologist who could study it. It’s like my brain can absorb information and my memory—which was always good—is amazing now. I’ve become fluent in Portuguese, French, Ancient Greek, Old Arabic, Old Persian, Mandarin, and my Latin and Italian are much better, too. My recall and processing are faster; it’s easier to make connections. I’m simply smarter than I was as a human. Honestly, I can see why some vampires, after hundreds of years, do feel superior to them.
I’m much stronger. I’ve been told that if I was in better physical condition when I was turned it would be even better, but my sire was old, so that helped. But he also made a lot of ‘children,’ which depletes their strength. So unless I find a much stronger vampire who is willing to exchange blood with me, which is unlikely, I’ll always be weaker than him.
I think I’m starting to understand this book. I still can’t figure out why he wants it, though.
Love,
Dad
Brasilia, Brazil
August 2004
Dear Beatrice,
I got a letter from a contact in Rome today.
How can you ever forgive me?
This is my fault.
Please forgive me.
If I didn’t need to keep this book safe, I would walk into the sun on his sick little island right now, just to make him leave you alone.
Maybe he’s dead. I hope like hell he’s dead.
This vampire that petitioned for you in Rome…he’s frightening, Beatrice. I don’t know why he wants you, but he’s Lorenzo’s sire, and the stories I’ve heard make my blood curdle.
A fire vampire?
What does he want from you?
They all want something.
Forgive me!
I can only hope what I’ve heard is wrong. My contact said di Spada was ‘uncharacteristically impassioned’ in his claim, that he offered a lot in exchange for you. At least this makes me hopeful his intentions toward you are good. It is hard to imagine, from what I have heard, but I can hope.
Forgive me,
Dad
Athens, Greece
December, 2004
You’re in L.A.
You’re in grad school.
You’re safe.
From what I hear, you’re really safe.
I’m not sure what Giovanni Vecchio is to you, but whatever he is, he’s protecting you more than any human I’ve ever heard of.
Maybe he can be trusted. He’s powerful enough.
I don’t know if I can trust him.
But I think I can trust you.
Iraklion, Crete
February 2005
Dear Beatrice,
Please understand. Please get the message.
Please remember the game.
I want you to find me.
Please remember.
I can’t do this alone.
Dad
Shanghai, China
June 2006
Dear Beatrice,
I haven’t written in a while. I think I may understand why Lorenzo wants this. But it doesn’t make sense. Not really. There’s something I’m not seeing. For the first time since I was turned thirteen years ago, I don’t feel smart enough to handle this.
I need more information, but I don’t know who to trust. Everyone has an agenda.
Remember that.
Everyone has an agenda.
Love,
Dad
El Paso, Texas
September 2007
Why does anyone live in El Paso? It’s so hot. I don’t even sweat anymore, and it still feels hot.
Dear Beatrice,
I found a friend today.
Sounds silly, right? Like I’m the new kid at school. But in the last seven years, I’ve discovered how rare it is to find a friend you can trust. Do you have those kind of people around you? Do you have good friends? I hope so. You’re nineteen now. Maybe you have a boyfriend. You better be going to college. I wonder what you’ll study. Probably not Dante.
Do you still love Greek myths? Maybe you’ll study literature. Or archeology. I’m sure you’d be good at anything, you were always so smart. I bet you’re beautiful, too. The last time I saw you, you had that gawky, uncomfortable look that kids have when they’re teenagers, but you were only fifteen. I bet you’re beautiful now. You always looked like Mom, and she’s so lovely.
This new friend of mine is teaching me how to hide better. He’s old. Older than you can even imagine. I’m not sure they even measured time when he was human. He’s also incredibly powerful. He can control water like me, but much better. He’s a good friend, and I feel like I might finally have time to study this book and not spend all my time running around trying to hide.
Love,
Dad
Brasilia, Brazil
October 2001
Dear Beatrice,
I’m writing to you from my home. After eight years of running, I finally feel like I’ve found a new home. It’s quiet here. No one pays attention to me. With all the tourists around, I can feed without bothering anyone, and no one even remembers me.
I feel strange talking to you about feeding, even though I know you’ll probably never read this. I tried feeding from animals, but after a while, it got to be too much work. I have to feed a lot more often and drink a lot more blood than if I just take a quick sip from a human.
Forgive any unfortunate juice box comparisons.
I don’t look down on people like most vampires do, but it’s the easiest way for me to survive. If it makes you feel better, I always pay them. They don’t remember where the money came from, but hopefully they just think they forgot about it in their pocket.
It’s not all bad. I’m learning so much faster now. I wish I knew a neurobiologist who could study it. It’s like my brain can absorb information and my memory—which was always good—is amazing now. I’ve become fluent in Portuguese, French, Ancient Greek, Old Arabic, Old Persian, Mandarin, and my Latin and Italian are much better, too. My recall and processing are faster; it’s easier to make connections. I’m simply smarter than I was as a human. Honestly, I can see why some vampires, after hundreds of years, do feel superior to them.
I’m much stronger. I’ve been told that if I was in better physical condition when I was turned it would be even better, but my sire was old, so that helped. But he also made a lot of ‘children,’ which depletes their strength. So unless I find a much stronger vampire who is willing to exchange blood with me, which is unlikely, I’ll always be weaker than him.
I think I’m starting to understand this book. I still can’t figure out why he wants it, though.
Love,
Dad
Brasilia, Brazil
August 2004
Dear Beatrice,
I got a letter from a contact in Rome today.
How can you ever forgive me?
This is my fault.
Please forgive me.
If I didn’t need to keep this book safe, I would walk into the sun on his sick little island right now, just to make him leave you alone.
Maybe he’s dead. I hope like hell he’s dead.
This vampire that petitioned for you in Rome…he’s frightening, Beatrice. I don’t know why he wants you, but he’s Lorenzo’s sire, and the stories I’ve heard make my blood curdle.
A fire vampire?
What does he want from you?
They all want something.
Forgive me!
I can only hope what I’ve heard is wrong. My contact said di Spada was ‘uncharacteristically impassioned’ in his claim, that he offered a lot in exchange for you. At least this makes me hopeful his intentions toward you are good. It is hard to imagine, from what I have heard, but I can hope.
Forgive me,
Dad
Athens, Greece
December, 2004
You’re in L.A.
You’re in grad school.
You’re safe.
From what I hear, you’re really safe.
I’m not sure what Giovanni Vecchio is to you, but whatever he is, he’s protecting you more than any human I’ve ever heard of.
Maybe he can be trusted. He’s powerful enough.
I don’t know if I can trust him.
But I think I can trust you.
Iraklion, Crete
February 2005
Dear Beatrice,
Please understand. Please get the message.
Please remember the game.
I want you to find me.
Please remember.
I can’t do this alone.
Dad
Shanghai, China
June 2006
Dear Beatrice,
I haven’t written in a while. I think I may understand why Lorenzo wants this. But it doesn’t make sense. Not really. There’s something I’m not seeing. For the first time since I was turned thirteen years ago, I don’t feel smart enough to handle this.
I need more information, but I don’t know who to trust. Everyone has an agenda.
Remember that.
Everyone has an agenda.
Love,
Dad
El Paso, Texas
September 2007
Why does anyone live in El Paso? It’s so hot. I don’t even sweat anymore, and it still feels hot.
