Who knew the legend was true?

Vampires actually sleep in coffins when they aren’t in fancy homes where curtains guarantee protection from the burning rays of the sun. Breathing isn’t necessary for the sense of smell to work but I do it anyway. It makes me feel alive.

This past week I’ve glimpsed the beauty of being truly still in the company of one’s soul mate.

This trip has been interesting and enlightening, but if I didn’t know it before, I’m positive now. The river plantation and New Orleans are our homes, these places certainly are not. As spectacular as it is, the mansion is no place for a newborn. Blood donated from slaves quenches thirst but does nothing to satisfy his true hunger.

My lover asked me to free him–long ago–on the first night he drank my blood.

The French Quarter beckons nightly, calling us home in her sultry voice.

Will we ever be free?