Letters
Dear ((omitted)),
The problems of this city are escalating. I refused to do anything while I was healing and I doubt anyone did anything in my place. Fire takes far too long to heal… I remember when I never had the chance to heal it… That was so long ago.
To make matters worse, once I was better I was sent on a pointless mission that almost resulted in my death. From now on, that will not happen. I was trying to be a good Sheriff but I think a better one would follow her own rules.
I, of course, work much better on my own. That, however, doesn’t seem possible at the moment. I have a shadow constantly following me. My Grandsire means well, of course, but I think we stand out more with him in his strange fashioned clothes and me trying to blend it. But I like Asante.. his paranoid protection is warranted.. he doesn’t want to lose any of us. It just puts a slight damper on my normal business transactions and makes sending discreet emails harder.
Working alone would be stupid anyway. That’s what got PJ in his current position. Three Razas attacked and torpored him. One had a Naganata.. I’m waiting for the accusations but they don’t come. I find that hilarious and I’ll let you think what you will on that one. It could be me, it could not. Apparently though, it doesn’t matter. It’s a shame I can’t currently trust PJ… he’s useful in a fight. But for a week or more.. the PJ we all saw wasn’t him. And now I know for a fact that Rev. Jim decided to go off on his own after all of this was discovered and a new Kindred awoke and ran off on his own as well. I really want to call them all serious morons and move out of this state. Strange how Boston seems more friendly than Providence all of a sudden.
You’re an outsider, I understand that. But I can’t see why you wouldn’t want to know these problems. Anyone of our blood would. Besides the Razas, we have random attacks at our gatherings involving explosives of one type or another. We have a gang of ‘gansta’ wannabes running around scaring the locals. We have someone or thing draining pretty, young women and throwing them in dumpsters. And more recently we have a group of Hunters roaming in my Regency in Newport. It’s too much. I know what I must do. I either have to take strong, direct action or sit back and laugh as it all explodes.
I tell you, it’s not an easy choice.
Be well,
-Maddy