Friday, February 10, 2006

   Newest Angelus bio - Is it the end of the Road for Angelus?
Over the next months, I traveled to Paris, France.
I fed off livestock or whatever else I could find. I couldn't bear the thought of feeding off a woman, or the knowledge that I nearly had. It went against my very essence. I felt a load of responsibility to protect them, and realized it was why I was hunting the slayer. If he killed one woman, he would kill another. He would be another Jack the Ripper.
I wanted him dead. He had taken the one thing I loved above all else, and I wanted him to pay with his life.

I arrived in the dead of winter in the year 1630 A.D. In the silence and darkness of night I searched. Every pub, ally, church. Every home, inn, and street. Everywhere.
I searched for two months until I was rewarded.

I was walking down a main street, in the center, when I felt a presence. I turned around instantly, sword drawn. All I saw behind me was swirling mist.
"Hmmm..." I said, looking left and right. I began to walk again when I felt a breeze. I lifted my sword and blocked a blow from the air. A blow from a sword-tipped spear. I pushed my attacker off me and to the ground. He landed with the grace of a dancer.
"Ah, you smell of her." he said. He was a tall man, maybe six foot, and well muscled. His hair was long and white.
"Ana." I seethed. "Are you the slayer!?"
I leapt forward, but my strike hit naught but the stone of the road. I spun and deflected an attack from behind. Our blades were locked.
"A pretty large weapon for one so young." he commented, leaning forward. His voice was deep and hollow, like Satan himself.
"I'm not so young." I growled, pushing him away and jumping after him in his moment of poor balance. He evaded my attack, and kicked me in the back of the knee. I fell.
"Why do you hunt me, vampyr?"
"You killed Ana..." I whispered, rising to my feet.
"She killed my wife and - "
"No!" I snarled, swinging my blade wildly at him. I missed.
"Why argue? Have you not fed off the blood of a human?"
"The first human blood I will taste will be yours." I threatened.
"Mine?" he laughed. "Then it would not be human blood at all."
"What?"
"I am a vampyr, like you."
"A vampire slayer who is a vampire!" Now it was my turn to laugh. "You amuse me. But my amusement would be better if your head was on my wall."
I threw my sword at him, and hit him in the middle of the chest. The blade protruded through to the other side.
He staggered, then fell onto one knee.
"You have not defeated me." he said, throwing his spear into my heart. The sword end passed all the way through, and then the wooden handle.
Wood had gone through my heart.
I fell over, no air in my lungs to scream.
"Good bye, Angelus." was the last words I heard. My last sight was of an angelic figure. Pale, vampiric. She appeared Lonely.
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