Southern Gothic
My former mortal life reads like a Southern Gothic play. Imagine Tennessee Williams with a dark twist of the macabre and supernatural, and you get the general idea of what my childhood was like.
If you have read, “Blackwood Farm,” you then know that I was a small boy, raised by his grandparents and a house full of servants along with his delightfully eccentric Aunt Queen, in a lifestyle that for all intents and purposes came from a distant century.
My backdrop was the grand and extravagant Blackwood Manor, which boasted an exotic history steeped in mystery and the occult. With an indifferent and abusive mother, Patsy, too busy battling internal demons that would one day finally destroy her, I was left with my constant companion, Goblin – a doppelganger spirit who was with me since infancy. As I grew, so did my ability to see and speak with spirits – One of which took my virginity and became my first lover.
It is then no wonder that I caught the eye of a blood drinker, an immortal by the name of Petronia who made me the unwilling recipient of the dark gift. Leaving her side, I spent that first year in confusion fighting to figure out what to do with this life that was now mine and the unsavory consequences of dealing with a more powerful Goblin, who was slowly becoming a true threat to not only those I loved but myself as well. It is here, gentle reader, that I meet Lestat de Lioncourt, a friend and confidant who grounded me in the nocturnal beauty of the dark blood. To him I am indebted for allowing me to free myself of Goblin, giving me the strength to become the master of Blackwood manor, seeing my son, Jerome, grow up before my eyes and giving me the precious gift of my beautiful Immortal Ophelia, Mona.
The story goes on and it continues here, in these virtual pages drawn with fine brush by my beloved. I encourage you to get to know me better and live this life through my eyes. Eternity and death are but a breath apart in time.
Yours,
Quinn