Thursday, January 26, 2006

   Angelus piece tres!
Part three of my Vamp bio! This thing just keeps getting longer, and longer...lol

Every night, I returned to the same grove, and Ana and I spent most of the night in eachother's company. We did much togther: We would talk, she would sing. She told me stories, amzing stories of ancient battles, epic love, and of the earliest vampires. Several months passed, and winter came.
Ana was forced to sneak into my family's barn in order for us to meet, for it was far too cold for me to go out into the blizzards at night. She never did tell me where she spent the daylight hours.
Once spring came, we resumed our meetings at the stream.
By now, we were hopelessly in love. Nothing could keep us apart. We cared about nothing except eachother.

One night, as I headed to the stream for our nightly meeting, I heard a scream. A scream I knew to be that of Ana. I felt as if fire erupted from my toes as I ran, anger so powerful flowing through my veins that it threatened to make me insane. Had someone dared to harm my lovely, sweet Death?
When I came into the clearing, I could smell blood. I looked everywhich way, running around everywhere, until I found her. She was laying on the ground, covered in cold blood. Her blood.
I screamed, falling onto my knees by her side. I searched for the wound on her shaking body, and found that there was a wooden stake pushed into her heart. She'd told me many nights ago that this was a way to kill a vampire. And another was blood-loss. Ana was suffering from both.
"Ana, Ana!" I cried, holding her head in my lap. "What happened!? Who did this to you!?"
"Slayer..." Ana whispered.
"'Slayer'? What is that?"
"A Vampire Slayer..." Ana's eyes grew weak with confusion. "I never harmed anyone...why?" She focused her eyes on me. "I am dying..." she said.
"No!" I protested. "No! You are going to live!"
"I've already lived far past my time." she replied.
"I will avenge your death! I swear it!"
"You are but a weak human..." Her voice was getting faint, and her color was paler than I'd ever seen.
"Then make me a vampire...make me undead."
Ana looked at me, and I saw one final flicker of blue in her now nearly compleatly black eyes.
"Yes..." she whispered. "A Mighty Vampire Lord you will make." She tried to lean up, but was too weak. I placed my hands beheath her body, and lifted her up. Then, after I had placed my neck close to her mouth, I felt her fangs slowly break my skin. After a mere moment, she fell limp from my arms, truely dead.
I held her ans screamed into the night, covered in her blood.

I returned home, only to fall down dead as soon as I entered the house.

I was given a funeral, then buried in the ground. Once night fell, the ground around my grave began to shift, until a hand burst out of the soil, followed by another, until I was compleatly free of my burial chamber.
I spat the earth out of my mouth, cracked my neck and knuckles, and headed over the the black smith's shop. I needed weapons. I was hungry, as well. And I wanted slayer blood.
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