*Author’s note: Today I’m introducing Brian’s daughter Lisa, who is also Marisa’s best friend. Like her father, Lisa is fully aware of what Nathaniel is and has no problem with it as you will soon see. She too will be a key player in the actual novel. So please sit back and relax as Lisa introduces herself to you all. I hope you’ll find her as charming and fun as I do…*
Oh my God, I’ve been having the best time since we got here. This place is so incredible. I really didn’t know what I was going to think of this place when I was told we were going, but I’m so glad we came. My whole attitude about coming was kind of ‘mixed’ so to speak. I’d really been looking forward to enjoying the summer with my best friend Marisa, only to be told we were heading overseas for three months touring Europe.
My dad is teaches history over at New River Tech College and had been wanting to visit the continent for some time in order to take in some ‘history’ in person. But he didn’t want to just visit, he wanted to really explore and have the time to do his research.
Enter my godfather, Uncle Nate, who thanks to his inhumanly long life, was heading to England to visit some of his ‘extended’ family there and other parts of Europe. While he was looking to going, he hates to travel alone. So he decided to ‘drag’ us along with him on this trip.
As exciting as the trip sounded, I was pretty annoyed about not being with my bestie as planned. I even tried to talk my parents into letting her come with us. Much to their credit, they did like the idea and would’ve loved to have had her along. They like to think of Marisa as another daughter and would’ve watched over her like a pair of hawks. However… there was Uncle Nate to think about. Marisa does not know about his being a hundred and sixty-four year old vampyre. None of my friends know, which is why I have to keep this blog “PRIVATE”. It’s more like a personal diary where I share my adventures and experiences involving Uncle Nate. The only people who will ever read these entries are myself and any children I have when I’m older. I want them to know and understand what makes Uncle Nate so very special and amazing. He’s been part of our family since 1866 when he married the widow of his best friend and commanding officer in the Union Army. He’s been our ‘guardian angel’ ever since.
And we’re not the only family he watches over. Since coming here I’ve met at least a dozen families who know and adore him as much as we do. They too know his secret and guard it with a vengeance. I’ve been told that before we finally head back home, I’ll have met many more who call him “Uncle”, “Friend” and even an “Angel” with dark wings..
But what I want to talk about right now is this new thing I’m getting into. As soon as we arrived in London’s Heathrow Airport I started seeing people in the most amazing outfits. They’re Goths, but not like the ones I’ve seen in school who do the dark clothing and black hair routines. These people take it a step further into like living history meets art. We’re talking Classic Goth clothing and make-up done with STYLE.
I totally fell in love with the clothing at first. I mean, some of the styles border on historical with an added touch of modern clothing. Like this dress…
But I’m not just getting into the clothes. The make-up is fascinating me as well. It turns out one of my ‘cousins’ over here is into the Goth scene, and she’s been taking me under her wing. She’s been showing me all kinds of cool make-up and looks I can go for, like this one she did for a party we went to…
I’ve started accumulating a new wardrobe. Kate (my cousin) gave me this little outfit to take home with me.
I can hardly wait to show it to Marisa when I get back. That’s one of the major drawbacks to being here. I can’t phone her from here because it’s too expensive to make an overseas call. And we’re kind of on the move a lot, so I don’t get much of a chance to get online except for a few minutes, like now. So I’m mainly using my computer time to write all this stuff up, while I keep sending postcards and short letters back to her. I hope I can tell her about Uncle Nate one of these days, he’s really an amazing guy and I think she’d really like him.
Great, Mom’s getting on my case about getting off so I have to stop for now. We’re heading to Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum tonight and in a few days we’ll be in France. What a wild trip this is turning out to be. I can hardly wait to see what comes next.
Later all! (kiss)