I only wish I had more to say.

Despite the freedom I have I feel restricted somehow. Even with all my power and ability I am confined to be stuck between worlds. I am not dead nor am I living. I miss the joys of the flesh that I once reveled in. To feel again, the silk of a woman's soft hair, the scent of her sweet perfume..Jasmine...Apples in the orchard fresh and crisp. The smell of the horses in the field a bitter sweet smell..If freedom had a smell it would smell like the horses.

What have I been doing with myself these days and nights?

Reminiscing and whiling away the hours, talking to Michael, he is planning to renovate the house on first street again..Perhaps add a new wing onto the house. Rowan is ever busy with her work at the hospital. She speaks very little these days and spends most of her time absorbed in her work. She is driven to perfection always...

When I am alone as now, in these hours I spend thinking and pondering the meaning of life..while I sit out on the porch admiring the stars. Listening to the distant noise from the week-end parties that go until dawn Monday morning...New Orleans comes alive on the weekends with the packed bars and dance clubs...Perhaps I will go out and enjoy some of the fun...

Until next time

Adieu

Julien

Any posts I make which are of a sensitive nature will only be viewable by people who post here in this thread now, so that I may add you to the 18 and over group..You must be 18 or older to view posts I may make in future that may be considered offensive to younger or more sensitive viewers. Basically anything that is not pg-13 will be restricted..You must have your birth date viewable in your profile as well to be added to this group

I know I rarely post in here as it is, and the likely hood that I will ever post anything that is not pg-13 is slim, but all the same best to be safe then sorry.

thank-you

Julien

Ohhh You are afraid now hm? Julien Mayfair could be at it again mes aimes. The wonders out there in this world...and I but a common spook among them? Well perhaps not so common. I am and was a powerful witch that has not changed. You know I wonder at times what would happen if we crossed the genes of one species with another..What new "monster" could be unleashed upon the world? What if...Well it's horrifying to contemplate but what if...say by accident it were to happen? Taltos and Vampire..Hmmmmm it is tempting you know? Very Tempting. But the madness would destroy some...And am I such a beast? I thought of it just now did I not? Thoughts can and do lead to actions..Sometimes...The Power of thought you see. Hmmmm Interesting contemplation nontheless.

Adieu
for now my lovlies

Julien

The forum is down, but do not fret it will be back very soon shiny and new. In the mean time Oncle Julien has a story to tell. It has been too long since I have posted anything in here. I have been a rather busy ghost, oh yes..

Subtlity. It is a cold breath on the back of your neck raising the hairs on your neck, that ghostly touch on your shoulder that makes you wonder if you are truely alone in a room. It's a constant voice that seems without a body, whispering guilt or a warning. It's the feeling of eyes watching you from behind knowing what you have done or will do. The chill of fear up your spine, as you walk up a darkened stair case alone but not alone. Hmmm How I love to be a ghost...slipping into lives unnoticed unless I want to be noticed..Now that is a truely wonderful thing to behold that knowing look of fear and then denial. What was that? Oh nothing but a trick of light...Was it? Are you sure? Look again..Sigh of relief..Then......Boo! You jump..hahahahah The amazing thing I have startled vampires with this trick..Poor Lestat..Hmm Now he and I must talk about Quinn and Jerome...

julien

I wonder at times if the living can ever become accustomed to the site of a ghost? If ever they can become used to our presence in their lives? I think I found the answer to these questions as I startled Micheal from his quiet reading of the evenings paper. Though I've appeared to the man countless times since our first meeting god love him he still jumps whenever I first appear. " Oh Hello Julien, how long have you been there?" He timidly inquired. I chuckled " It seems an eternity my friend, but in truth only a few momments. I'm sorry if I startled you." He waved it off, and asked what brought me here. I was becoming increasingly concerned about Rowan, she seemed to me to be relasping into her maddness again. Was this her curse now, to have these phases of sanity and then insanity? She is a strong woman Rowan is, but so much has happened to her I do not think she will ever fully recover. I expressed my concern now to Micheal. He told me not to worry, that it is her way to withdraw into these moods of silence, burying herself in her work. " Oh...really Monsieur? Then....what may I ask was this doing on her dresser?" I asked as I pulled out a green Emerald penant on a tarnished golden chain as if from thion air...." Wha-Wh-where did you get that?! That...Thing was supposed to be buried...Julien?!" He was shocked by the site of this once little charm that called forth the ancient spirit Lasher..." I told you Micheal, I found it on Rowan's dresser." I said matter factly. " If you want to know more, I suggest you ask your wife..." To be honest, I wondered myself just why she had it, and what she was planning.

Julien Mayfair

We are but pure energy. Energy does not die though it will leave the body. Death is not an end, for energy does not have an end. Always it must go somewhere, it must move. I may have died a good many years ago, but I live on in this new more pure form. I am not flesh but I have a physical body. The soul has a physical body. It is so much more emense, limitless almost without the weaknesses of the flesh. I am still a physical body, I still have substance it is how I can type this now. Caught in the misty web between worlds wondering about the true nature of substance and energy. I watch Rowan at her work, and marvel at the discoveries. DNA the basis of life any life. Make no mistake, spirits do have a DNA we are matter still just a different kind of matter. Angels, Demons, ghosts or any other spirit we all have a body, made of cells. Energy exsists in many forms, in a thought, in an action or in a life it is this explosive spark that will strike like lightening. A postive and a negetive both necessary to have life. Can you imagine a two year old grasping such concepts? It seems an impossibility, and yet I did. I remember as a child of 2, sitting on my grandmothers lap and dicussing such things with her. Talking above that....Noise she called music. She had a band around her often, Dixie land, complete with banjos and a washboard. All to distract Lasher as we talked. Music can be very distracting and spell binding to a spirit.

Julien Mayfair

Here I sit in the Mayfair mansion, alone for the evening infront of a glowing screen wondering what to type. I do still haunt this old house whose roots run far far deep into the ground. I am as powerful a witch as ever I was in life. Ahh and such a life it was, full of strange encounters and adventures unimaginable. Lasher my constant companion through most of my life, as much as I hated him there was this deep love that I could barely understand. Lasher taught me much of what I know in terms of my abilities, he helped me to refine them. So many memories of my youth, disjointed flashes that at times it is difficult to put them into any kind of coherant order. Memories of my lovely, innocent sister Katherine and of my equally beautiful daughter. Can one truely call what I did a sin when such a beauty as Mary Beth was the result. Do not mistake me dear reader, I regret ever having hurt my beautiful sister however I do think that Lasher had his hand in this event.

I am an outlaw, the black sheep of the family the only Mayfair Male with any power. The only mayfair male to have seen Lasher. Until my birth only the females had the power, only the females carried any favor with Lasher. Why I was chosen, why Lasher turned his spiritual eyes on me I do not know. Perhaps it is as simple as needing a male seed to further the line. Perhaps Lasher wanted or needed a pure Mayfair male seed. No outsider would do for his plan perhaps. He wanted to be born in the flesh, he wanted to be flesh...How I remember well our experiments all those failed experiments with those poor lost souls. There is so much to this story, too much to reveal here. Did Lasher finally succeed with the birth of Morgan and what of Emaleth? Both childeren are dead now, and there bodies remain the property of Rowan...hahaha and do not let Lestat tell you he has discovered any great secret...Bah! that fiend! Stealing Mona from me, taking her from my grasp. I was prepared to take her spirit to me that faithful night...But HE interfered! As if that was not enough he had to move in on Rowan...Thankfully he has let her go but for how long remains to be seen.

Enough of this for now, it is a begining more will come. I welcome all your words here.

Julien Mayfair