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The funny thing about being a Blackwater…
Was that you never knew when you could suddenly be about to die.
You may say that's a funny statement but let me explain.
I know that most people never know when they're about to die but if you're a Blackwater, you're almost certain to die sooner than you expected. Under circumstances that you either expected and were waiting for or under circumstances that were unforeseeable. Confused? Me too.
But rest assured that being a Clouds was no better then being a Blackwater. Because being a Clouds was almost the same as being a Blackwater. Except that there was an exceptional difference. Or at least if you got a Clouds and a Blackwater standing in front of you they would tell that there was a difference. I suppose if you were an outsider looking in on the situation you wouldn't really see this difference…
Perhaps I should explain…
It all started with Clara Blackwater and Charlus Clouds. Yep, I blame them. You see they were lovers… Of the secret variety. Clara was only thirteen when she thought she had fallen in love with Charlus. It lasted much longer than it should have and ended much sooner than she had anticipated. But she definitely deserved it. That's what you get when you fall in love with a murdering bastard… I try not to be too biased about these things but…
Anyway… She did fall in love with him and where did she find herself after three years? Yep, you guessed it. With her throat slit. Definitely deserved it. I suppose I shouldn't be so cruel. She was my great great great great great aunt or something. But it's her fault I am in this mess. It's her fault that I am on my own now. I have always blamed her for everything and I am not going to stop now…
Where was I? Right. She was murdered. And she was found in a field that belonged to the Clouds family. Cue lifelong feud between two families resulting in many deaths and disappearances. Unfortunately this feud couldn't be contained in the one lifetime and/or generation… No, it just couldn't have. It's still going. Just my luck.
And on top of that… there is some big family secret that has been passed down for generations that I don't know about. Doesn't help when my parents and grandparents are dead… They really didn't make it easy on me. So where am I? Wandering around like a tourist that's been drugged and stolen from wondering how the hell I got on the other side of the world with nothing but my wand and the dress I am wearing. I don't even have shoes for Merlin's sake! I am currently writing all this down on napkins… Yeah you read right… Napkins.
I suppose I should end this little rant. I know that if I hadn't of written this down I would have forgotten I was here. Hey, that's a thought! Where the hell am I?
Ok just asked some guy with a mo-hawk and he reckons I am in Germany. I think he's lying to me… Try again I think…
Right… I'm in America… In Brooklyn; how ironic. I am in Brooklyn and it is approximately 12:54pm on …. Give me a second…
On March 24th 1995. These napkins are going down my top and hopefully when I have my next lucid moment I will be able to add to it.
Brooklyn Innes signing off… I can already feel everythi…
