"My beloved, it has been three weeks, six days, and nineteen hours since I have vanished. We crossed into Sweden yesterday.

She has taken me from one country to the next in a seemingly endless attempt to keep me away from you. At least, that is what I think. She had a call from someone who was an ex-lover, the moment she ended her conversation; she made us pack up again. This means, my beloved, you are looking for me and that you are getting close.

It hit me with the greatest of joy that my breadcrumbs, my trail I left for you, was not all for nothing. I have feared so many times that I would just drop off the face of the earth and would spend the rest of eternity going to every corner of every continent until I died from a broken heart. Personally, I don't care how I go as long as you are with me at the end of my Vampire days.

You might think that being a Vampire, your memory will stay forever, they say, yet my memory seems to fade even more every day. The thing that is slipping me the most is the beauty of your face. Those bright ocean eyes that see clear beyond my soul. Your long locks of blonde hair that dance on your shoulders. Your soft, supple lips that curl into the most desirable smile. I have not seen it for so long; I fear that the memory might not last for too much longer.

My beloved, I won't waste this letter begging for forgiveness or praying endlessly for you to come. Instead, I will use this as an opportunity to tell you some of the things I do miss.

Anastasia, you cock your head when you are thinking. But most of all, you cock it just before you are about to scold me about something silly I have yet done again.

What enchants me even more, is the smell of jasmine and vanilla that lies like a hint on your skin. It was the first one thing that drew me to you from our very first encounter, and it is still the very thing that keeps drawing me in. A million others can wear the same fragrance, but none of them will ever compare to you.

Then who is to forget the sweet taste of you, whether it is those lips or the taste of your very essence. There is nothing more intoxicating than it. You are my poison, and I will keep on drinking.

But the one thing that brings this old man joy is to hear your laughter as you chuckle at that very odd joke that you do find funny. Even when you topple over and you cannot laugh anymore, you yet find that breath to express your happiness.

I love you, my beloved, I love you.

I believe that one day, I will be back where you belong. I will hear that voice that is sent from angels; I will taste that essence that is you, and most of all, I will hear that voice that is like a thousand melodies that brings nothing but pure joy to my life. I can only hope that I shall have you back in my arms back soon.

My beloved, you are close. Don't give up.

With love Sebastian.

…Anastasia POV…

It has been, do I even dare to say it, it has been three weeks, six days, and nineteen hours since she took Sebastian from me. We have been to Venice, where we found a trace of him, Caffe Lavena, in Piazza San Marco, which led us to Delphi to the lower slope of Mount Parnassus. It has been long, hard days, which for a Vampire is easy, but Zachariah is exhausted; even though he does not show it, he is pushing on. I am starting to wonder if he is doing this for me or truly for Sebastian. This calms my heart, for he has to been captured by the essence that is Sebastian.

But for our next step, we are not certain. We have sent the word out for any Vampire that sees Sebastian to inform us immediately. As for Elloise's ex-lover, he has gone quiet and is not giving any further information, but we did squeeze two more locations out from him. So once again, we are left to make such a choice.

"Edward, which way shall we go?"

"God, Anastasia, I wish that I did not have to make this decision. I don't think she will take him as far as Sweden; I say we head for Switzerland."

"I hope you are right. I think the travel will do Zachariah good. The poor man is exhausted but foolishly do not want to give up."

"The man has a purpose; we all have a purpose. Even if it takes me forever, I will find my brother and your beloved. Now let us get going."

We soon find ourselves boarding a plane to Switzerland. Huddled in a little ball, I call over for an air stewardess, "Hi, do you perhaps have pen and paper." When she returns, I try to open my heart and write the words Sebastian has been so easy to find.

"My dear love, I cannot believe it has been so long since I have heard your voice. I have almost given up counting, but how can you stop counting the hours, minutes, and seconds that you are away from your dear love. Your love is precious, priceless, and I can not live without it. No, I refuse to live without it. I told you once, I can be very persistent, and I will do whatever it takes to have you in my life, wherever you are, wherever you go. I am right behind you. One day, you will turn around, and I will be there. Until then, I love you. Love Anastasia."

After an endless five-hour flight, we finally step into the coldness of Switzerland. My very first question, "Please tell me there are Vampires living here. This is going to take us weeks again."

…Sebastian POV…

"My beloved, it has been so long since I have been ripped from your arms. I was hoping with my last letter that you would be far closer, but I am yet again proven wrong at how wicked this world can play a joke on a man in love.

Well, today I write to you from some snowcapped mountain. It, too, is peaceful here. Who would think that a Vampire would seek peace in such a way? It helps me to clear my and allows me to think. It makes me understand that no matter what the world brings between us, we shall forever be together.

I am going, to be honest; I am losing it. I have, for what seems to have been the hundredth, sworn that I have seen your beautiful blonde head bouncing in the streets, and every time I find myself staring at a complete stranger. I am losing hope, my beloved, and it scares me more than anything. If I give up now, then I will be lost, and you cannot find me. I don't know how much longer I can hang on.

I feel that with every ticking of my watch that it is ticking away precious moments. I don't think she is ever going to let me go. She is hiding deeper than she did in the beginning. I have to keep moving forward and believe that you will find me. If I stop having faith in our love, my heart will go as frozen as these mountains.

Not being with you feels like being at odds with the universe. The longer we are apart, the more stretch I feel, like hanging by a thread to life, and if I let go, I won't survive.

Even now, when it feels that we are apart farther than is meant, I know that the only place for me is to be with you. You are my love; you are my beloved, but most of all, you are my wife.

But let me run off, for I see someone that I pray is you…Until we meet again…I love you. Love Sebastian."

…Anastasia POV…

It is cold here, just as cold as my heart is getting. We have been going from one Caffe to the other in the hope that she shall have him there. I don't know why she has taken him this far. Does she think that I shall not follow him all the way here?

"Edward, where on earth will she take him? Why here?"

"I think she lives in her own delusional world. This must have been something that she has been planning for a great deal of time."

"And my presence made her want it with every moment. Well, she is going to wish; in fact, she will die at my hands when I find here."

"Well, hold that thought for one second; let me see how the Vampire Hunter is finding things at his end."

As Edward breaks off to phone Zachariah, I find myself in thought once again. I walk around in circles as the desire to feel Sebastian in my arms starts to consume me. When I come to a dizzying stop, from across the crowd of people, there is a man that catches my eye.

"Edward, is that Sebastian?"