Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. That's what I hear when I think of you.

Hello, Gabriel Elder. My name is... well, that's irrelevant. And, besides, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.

I am a nightly-evil creature like you. The taste of human life is the sweetest, don't you think? Of course you do. I've been watching you, you know. I finish off what you leave behind, my dear, dear beloved. And with trembling fingertips, I trace your calling card and relish in wishing it on my own neck.

Oh, Gabriel. I wish to meet you so badly! I wish you knew who this was, but I need a way to keep you interested. Little boys like to chase little girls and it's only about sticky lust if the girl doesn't play coy, hmm?

Oops! I guess I just told you my gender. But I meant to do that, hmm? As this is a written letter, there are no accidents.

My, how you've grown. You're an assassin now, eh? I must say, I didn't predict that from you, my darling. Society's little outcast. Oh, yes, I do remember you well. I know you will remember me, too, because you're perfect in every way. Oh, how I long to sink my fingernails into your skin, Gabriel. My lips are licked when I think about the way you must taste, the way your shirt fits over your Adonis body and accentuates every rippling sinew that calls my desire and makes me shudder in my sleep. Even now, imagining our bodies pressed together in sweaty matrimony makes my fist clench and pushes a sigh from my longing throat.

But! All that must wait. I've got to toy with you a little, hm? I must be keeping you on edge so that when we meet, you can release on me all your built-up tension and I can finally satisfy my itching fingernails and teeth. Therefore, I must build up your tension to its maximum capacity, Gabriel Elder, so that when we meet, our reunion will be the most beautiful, divine, fierce reunion there ever was.

I miss you, Gabriel. I'll be watching you.