Tuesday, February 14, 2006

New Angelus Bio: The meeting of Angelus, Lonely Vampiress, and Vince Vamp
This is a story I wrote about how the clan was founded, or rather, how I joined.

I awoke in a cold room. Not that the cold was particularly bothersome. I heard a faint singing, and sat up. I immediately fell back down. There was a massive hole in my chest. I cringed and sat up again, slowly this time. I noted that the singing had faded to nothing.
I looked down and inspected my wounded flesh. It was wrapped well, with thick cloth bandages.
“Huh,” I murmured.
Just then, I heard someone approaching.
“Who’s there?” I asked, getting off the stone table. I realized my feet were bare as well. I thanked who ever had bandaged me that they had given me some respect by keeping my breeches on.
“Oh, you are awake.” a female voice said, just before she entered the room through a large wooden door with iron hinges.
“Yes…” I said, looking her over. She was extremely beautiful. She made me think of Ana, and my heart sank with sorrow.
“Are you feeling well?”
“Yes…and no.”
I tried to cross my arms, but found it too painful. I resorted to placing them on my hips. “Who are you?” I asked. “And where am I?”
“My my, is that any way to speak to the person who resurrected you?”
“I have already been resurrected.”
“From human life, true, but it is just as amazing a feat to bring a vampire back from lasting death to living death.”
I grumbled. “Pardon me, but you still have not answered my question.”
“My people call me Lonely Vampiress. My true name, however, is Ana.”
“Ana?” I felt faint, but wasn’t sure if it was from loss of blood or because of these new facts.
“Here,” she said, handing me a glass of blood. I bowed slightly and accepted the offering.
“Thank you.”
“And as for where you are, you are underneath the city.”
“How long have I been…dead?”
“About four centuries.”
I nearly spat all the blood from my mouth. “What?” I coughed, setting the empty glass down.
“You were killed in the year 1630, according to what I know.”
“And you brought me back? How?”
“I removed the stake,” she paused to giggle. “Or, lance, more like. You were impaled pretty good.”
“Yes I was,” I chuckled.
“And then I infused your bones with blood.” She continued. “Your tissue reappeared and you returned to the state you were at at the time of your death.”
“Hence the wounded chest,” I noted. I was already almost completely healed. “How did you manage to find my remains?”
“They were in a tomb, put there by a slayer. Or the slayer, I should say.”
“And why did you bring me back?” I asked, growing more and more curious.
“Because of the slayer. He has killed hundreds of vampires in this area in the last few years. I looked into ancient texts, by him no less, and found an account of a vampire who had a vendetta against him. Apparently because your girlfriend was killed by him?”
“Yes,” I whispered, remembering more about her and how lovely she was. I then remembered the vision I had had before my death. “Before I was killed, I saw someone. I think it was you. Is that possible?”
“I do not see how,” she shook her head.
“Maybe a glimpse of the future, then.” I shrugged. “I thank you for your help, but I must be going.”
She laughed. “I believe you’re missing the point.”
“What?”
“I brought you back to help us.”
“Us?” I raised an eye brow.
“Yeah,” another voice - a male voice - said from behind me. I turned, and saw a black and red-clad figure stepping out of the shadows.
“I’m Vincent.” he said, holding out his hand.
“Forgive me if I don’t shake hands.” I said. I turned back to Lonely Vampiress. “Thanks again, but I’m a loner.”
Suddenly, I heard the slamming sound from above.
“Oh no,” Lonely said.
“What?” I asked.
“He’s found us.” Vincent said, drawing a gun from a holster on his belt.
“Three barrels,” I said, smiling. “Are you compensating for something?”
“Shut yer fanged yap, you walking-corpse.”
“Oh, your one to talk.” I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, mister ‘died in his first fight’.”
“Why don’t you got to h - ”
“Boys!” Lonely Vampiress shouted, walking over and slapping us both. “Shut up! We have more important issues to deal with here than your battling testosterone.”
“Sorry.” we both said in unison.
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