It’s A Bloody Lover!

3/1/25
Journal Entry: October 12, 2020
The package arrived this morning, a plain brown envelope with my name in neat cursive, no return address. Inside was *the ring*—the vessel I’d ordered from that obscure website. I’d known about it for years, whispered about in the circles I run with. Not just jewelry, but an enchanted vessel designed to bind a vampire to its wearer, matching them with the one most suited to their soul. I already knew the vampires waiting—met them over time, each one brilliant, charming, and striking in their own way. I picked Luca.
I slipped the ring on, feeling its faint pulse, and knew he’d come. I’d chosen him months ago in Venice, after nights of laughter and debates under starlit canals. Luca, with his sharp mind, roguish smile, and kind heart, was the one I wanted. Born in 1784, a scholar turned to chase eternity, he’s everything I’d hoped—tall, chiseled, with dark eyes that spark when he talks about art or history.
By dusk, he was at my door, leaning against the frame, that familiar grin lighting up the gloom of 2020. “You called,” he said, voice smooth as velvet. We didn’t need introductions. We sat in my apartment, masks forgotten, talking like no time had passed. He’s as brilliant as ever—quoting Rilke, unraveling the chaos of this pandemic world with wit. His laugh warms me, his touch gentle but electric.
October 15, 2020
Three days in, and it’s like Luca’s always been here. He arrives at twilight, staying until dawn. The ring’s magic binds him to me, but our connection was already there, forged in those Venetian nights. He tells me about the others—vampires from all over, each waiting for someone to buy a ring and claim them. When you buy one, the vessel finds the vampire most matched to you, heart and soul. I got lucky; I knew Luca was mine before the ring confirmed it.
He’s reading now, sprawled on my couch, his presence a balm against the locked-down world. We’ve talked about forever—his, mine, ours. He’s patient, never pushing, but his eyes say he’s all in. The ring hums on my finger, a reminder of the choice I made.
October 20, 2020
Luca asked if I’d want eternity with him. Not now, he said, but someday. His hand held mine, cool and steady, his voice soft with promise. I’m not ready to answer—2020’s mess of masks and isolation makes forever feel far off. But when he pulls me close, teasing me about my coffee or humming old Italian songs, I think I could love him for centuries. The ring didn’t just bring me a vampire—it sealed what I already knew: Luca, my perfect match, was always meant to be mine.
Now we have one like this and all the vampires have been picked out. Get ready to meet a new friend, companion, love.