Tacun blackwood
People often call their names Quinn.
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I remember I was a little stupid when I was 18, but I couldn’t help it. I beg you to track me down and get rid of me. Can you give me an hour to say a few farewell messages to my loved ones in the world?
In the vampire chronicles called Merrick, you were described as wearing a coat with jewel buttons. Is that true or is it some people’s imagination?
You look good in those jewel buttons. You choose them carefully, and you love them so much. Let me say goodbye to an incredibly attractive and caring old woman before she is destroyed. She scatters hundreds of her jewels on the stone table every night and looks at them one by one. She is my great-great aunt and a teacher who teaches me everything. A woman who seeks to give me a meaningful life.
My love for her is worthless. I am not alive, but she doesn’t know that I am very cautious about her night visit. However, it is important for her. Should I leave her without warning some explanation? She should not accept this cruel fact.
Well, I can tell you more about her jewels and the role they play in my destiny.
But now let me beg you to let me live and help me destroy Gblin or end us together.
sincerely
chapter two
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I can’t move for a long time after writing this letter.
I sat listening to all kinds of sounds in the sugar magic swamp, staring at the writing paper in front of me, paying attention to this boring and manual manuscript, determined that my shadow would be reflected in the dim light to the stone floor and open the glass window to meet the night breeze.
Everything in my little palace in the swamp is satisfactory.
There is no sign of Goblin, there is no sign of Goblin’s thirst for hostility, and I feel keen in the distance. My vampire ears hear it. Blackwood Manor is vague and busy. Aunt Quinn is getting up and lovely assistant Gasman. Our housekeeper has had a slightly eventful night, and soon there will be a charming black and white film Dragnwyk or Laura Butterfly Dream or Wuthering Heights. Aunt Quinn will tell Gasman where my little boy is.
But now it takes courage to stick it out.
I saw from my pocket that I was alive when I was a human a year ago. I had to put it on the lamp, but now I can see it clearly.
It is a double-layer twisted agate cleverly carved on the side of my head, so the image is white and the background is pure shiny black with obvious details.
It’s a heavy gem with exquisite workmanship. I want to give it to Aunt Quinn after carving it, and there are many similar jokes, but the dark blood came before this perfect time, and now that time is gone forever.
What does it show me? My oval face is too delicate, with a slender nose, round eyes, full eyebrows and cupid-like arched lips. I look like a 1-year-old girl with no giant eyes, high cheekbones and rough bars. It’s very beautiful. I always frown when I take pictures, but the technician doesn’t engrave my face.
In fact, he painted a smile, he rendered my short curly hair into thick waves and the same Apollo halo, he carved my shirt collar coat lapel and appropriate lace bow tie.
Of course, I am 6′ 4 "tall or my thin figure. This relief shows that I have slender fingers suitable for playing the piano, and occasionally I play, whether I have too delicate face or delicate hands. This is the limit I can tell people. I am really a young man.
This is a mysterious life with beautiful appearance, a life that asks for sympathy, and this life says dully
Think about it, Lester. I’m young, I’m stupid, I’m beautiful. Look at this relief. I’m beautiful. Give me a chance.
I printed these words on the back of the manuscript, which is an oval photo frame. My dim portrait proves the accuracy of the portrait from the other side.
The relief is engraved with a gilt-edged word, but Quinn’s name is I hate conventional fonts. The left-handed guy tries to write regularly. I imagine the ghost prophet saying that I am trained and I am not mentally ill.
I picked up the letter and reread it quickly. Once again, I was ashamed of my rigid handwriting, then folded the jewels and put them in a narrow brown envelope and sealed them.
I put the envelope in the chest pocket of my black sports jacket. I buttoned my shirt collar and adjusted my red silk tie. Quinn was worthy of being a character in the vampire chronicle. Quinn asked for permission to dress up.
I sat and listened again. Where is Goblin? I felt a pain and loneliness. I felt qi deficiency at night. He was waiting for me to hunt and wait for blood, but I didn’t intend to hunt tonight, that is, I was hungry. I was going to New Orleans. I was going to throw a moth into the fire.
Goblin can’t guess what is happening. Goblin has never been like a child. Goblin looks at me at every stage of my life, but he is always naive. He wants him to grab my left hand with his right hand. The paper is like a child’s graffiti.
I bent down to touch the stone desktop, the remote control, the torch dimmed, and then slowly extinguished. Darkness came to this monastery, and the sound seemed to be louder. Heron called foul black water, hidden and tangled, and the little creature at the top of cypress gum rushed. I could smell the heat of the foul body.
The moonlight was bright and I gradually recognized a bright metallic blue sky.
The swamp here is the most sticky silk part of the island, and the roots of the Millennium cypress are surrounded by the river banks. Their grotesque branches are densely covered with swaying iron orchids, as if they intend to hide in the world. Perhaps it is true.