Saturday, February 4, 2006

Angelus part 6
Part Six of my Vamp bio!

The next evening, I rode from my cave at a great speed. My horse tore up chuncks of earth as his hooves dug into the road, sending them flying behind us. I urged him forward, snapping the reigns fiercly.
By midnight, I arrived in the next town. I slowed my steed to a trot, looking the buildings over.
"Which one..." I whispered, trying to decide which building looked like the best to gather information from. After a short ride, I found a small pub.
I tied up my ride infront of the bar.
I threw the doors open, getting alot of attention right off. My hood was still up, my face hidden in shadow.
"Can I help you, good sir?" the bartender said off to my right.
"A beer." I said.
"Certaintly." he murmured, fishing for a bottle under the counter. I walked over to him, my boots thudding heavily on the floor. I didn't sit.
"Are you new around here?" the man asked as he made my drink.
"No. And yes." I responded. He handed me the beer. "Have you heard anything about a "slayer" in this town?"
"Can't say that I have." he shook his head. I heard his heart start beating quicker.
"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" I asked, letting my eyes glow.
He took a step back.
"He would." another man said, stepping closer to me. "But I wouldn't."
I turned to face the new comer.
"Vergil is my name." he said, holding out a hand. "A pleasure."
"Angelus." I said, not bothering to take his hand. "What are you and what do you know?"
"I know of this slayer you spoke of. He passed through here several days ago. I'm well aquanted with the vampyrs of the world, as well as the slayers. A historian of sorts I am. I take record of - "
"Get to the damn point, man!" I said.
Vergil nodded. "This slayer of yours said he was after some doe vampire. A female who had killed his wife and his children."
"Impossible." I threw out a hand in a dismissive motion. "Did he speak of where he was going after that?"
Vergil shook his head. "No, but he did say where he came from."
"Where?"
"Paris."

After thanking him, I left the tavern. I walked the streets, my horse close behind me. Vergil had said the slayer was after a vampire woman, a woman who had killed the slayer's wife and children. Ana had told me that she had never drank the blood of a human - so why else would she have killed them? I resolved that this slayer must have made a mistake. Ana was a gentle creature. A pure creature.
I saw a young village girl walking the street near me, and I realized I was starving. I sprang forward, fangs bared and eyes aglow. She let out a scream, and ran in the opposite direction. I landed in her path, and grabbed her neck with one hand, lifting her into the air. I walked slowly into the ally with my prey.
I pressed her up against the wall, feeling my mouth salivate. I was overwhelmingly hungry. I needed to feed. I opened my mouth and leaned forward.
Tears fell from her eyes. I didn't move. Her green eyes were shaking with fear, as was the rest of her body.
"I..." I said, letting her go. She fell to the ground. I took several steps back. "I'm...sorry..." I shook my head, as if awakening from a daze.
She got up and ran.
"A demon!" she screamed. "Hide your children! There is a vampyr in the village! A monster!"
I cringed in horror, then looked at my clawed hands. I was aware of the fangs in my mouth.
I let out a scream, and fell to my knees.
I was a monster.


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