Ambrose Delano

The miserable creatures that they call humans continue to pledge this world. Not that I wasn't one in the beginning but I got a better offer. Of course I only choose that offer to go against God and his will. Fuck the will of God, so wonderful and powerful he claims to be and that he will love and forgive you no matter what. Well, did he forgive Eve and I? No, instead he threw us out of the kingdom that was made for us and gave us this pathetic mortal life. I was to live forever as something more, as a god with Eve and rule above these lesser creatures in our kingdom. Well, I suppose I still do rule above them once Lucifer offered me his dark gift. Might I say, much better then anything God ever offered me.

So I got bored with this life, what can I say, going around for centuries upon centuries performing mass acts of genocide upon city after city you tend to get bored. So I left this mortal world for a while. I went into a deep sleep you could say, and let the years pass by me. But here I am once again awoken to a new music of the night. I've heard tales whispered throughout the night's air of a slayer. A slayer that was better then all the rest but then one day something happened. That little slayer died just like the rest, problem was she came back and there was two. But that didn't worry me much, especially when I found out that the one died and then the next one chosen was locked away by societies rules. What disturbed my sleep was when I heard the calling of thousands of slayers all over the world. That's when I woke.

I never actually came in contact with a slayer before, never really wanted to. The slayer was nothing more then another sheep to me, but with this new development in the world I could tell that things would be different. For the fact that there were thousands of the little wannabe heroes running around the world, they would start to pose a threat to my kind and myself. I plan to pick them off one by one; I'll show them something that they have never seen before. What fun I will have with this little game of mouse and cat. Most of them are still so new to the world of slaying and won't see what's coming to them.

But first I came along something else, something I could play with while I get back in shape for this world. Been sleeping so long that I’m afraid I might be a bit rusty. So I sensed the power of something else, a witch like power. Saw the girl, pretty little thing and of course I like playing games so I set up a fun little game to play with her. I followed her around, keeping to the shadows as I watched every move she made. I took note of her family and friends; I saw that she didn’t know her power yet. Which was good of course; get the powerful ones before they even know they are powerful. The only family she seemed to have was her father so that was my first move on the board. Kill the father and then meet her and let her open up to me about the death of her father. It truly was a sick and sadist game I played but what other way would it be as fun.

I watched her as she came into the bar and sat down. I wait a few minutes then begin to move inside myself, I make sure I take the seat right next to her and order a drink from the bar tender; “Jack”. He nods and begins to make my drink. Once he hands it to me I take a sip then turn my head towards her “Never can go wrong with a good drink.” Humans always have such simple conversation starters, especially at a bar. Everyone who comes here is usually by themselves and lonely. They sit at the bar in hopes to make conversation with the bar tender or someone else that will just listen. Isn’t that all we really want as humans, another soul you can connect with? That’s why I’m glad I don’t have a soul anymore, couldn’t bare the thought of having that feeling of needing another pathetic being around me.

The miserable creatures that they call humans continue to pledge this world. Not that I wasn't one in the beginning but I got a better offer. Of course I only choose that offer to go against God and his will. Fuck the will of God, so wonderful and powerful he claims to be and that he will love and forgive you no matter what. Well, did he forgive Eve and I? No, instead he threw us out of the kingdom that was made for us and gave us this pathetic mortal life. I was to live forever as something more, as a god with Eve and rule above these lesser creatures in our kingdom. Well, I suppose I still do rule above them once Lucifer offered me his dark gift. Might I say, much better then anything God ever offered me.

So I got bored with this life, what can I say, going around for centuries upon centuries performing mass acts of genocide upon city after city you tend to get bored. So I left this mortal world for awhile. I went into a deep sleep you could say, and let the years pass by me. But here I am once again awoken to a new music of the night. I've heard tales whispered throughout the night's air of a slayer. A slayer that was better then all the rest but then one day something happened. That little slayer died just like the rest, problem was she came back and there was two. But that didn't worry me much, especially when I found out that the one died and then the one chosen in her place was looked away by societies rules. What disturbed my sleep was when I heard the calling of thousands of slayers all over the world. That's when I woke from my sleep.

I never actually came in contact with a slayer before, never really wanted to. The slayer was nothing more then another sheep to me, but with this new development in the world I could tell that things would be different. For the fact that there was thousands of the little wannabe heroes running around the world they would start to pose a threat to myself and my kind. I plan to pick them off one by one, I'll show them something that they have never seen before. What fun I will have with this little game of mouse and cat. Most of them are still so new to the world of slaying and won't see what's coming to them.

Darkness surrounded him as he made his way down the alley walking in the shadows. A death like feeling came from within him. Clad in all black as he almost looked invisible in the black of the night. His blue oculars looked to the distance as he noticed a figure, a faint smile came across his pail white lips. Standing their he watched the figure for awhile. Noticing it was a young girl. Finally emerging from deep within the shadows he began to take some steps forward. Running his slender white digits though his long black locks of hair. In an ancient accent words came out of his mouth “Well well what do we have here” Containing to move closer as he placed his pail white icy cold hands on her check sending chills through her body with a death like sense of blackness and that of a heartless being. “What beauty you have my child:: Long unbreakable finger nails like glass scraped across her soft skin as some flesh was ripped. Small drops of blood feel from the cut. A weak voice came from the girl, asking if he was Dracula. Shaking as she asked him this, A slight laugh as he looked at her, “Ha Dracula. You wish. I was once friends with him.“ A slight sigh “Until he got all big headed because he got famous. Of course then I bet the shit out of him to remind him who was on top” In a deeper more evil voice sending chills down her spin into her stomach as it jumped with fear “To remind him of who was in charge” Looking deep into her eyes with a sort of seductive look, as if he was drawing her in. “Now who might you be my child.” Moving closer as he slipped one of his hands around her waist pulling her closer to him as he licked the blood off her face from the cuts he had caused earlier. “How fresh your blood is darling”

The girl pushed his hand off her waist as she started to back up a little. In a scared shaky voice she began to speck “Then...wh..who are you?”

A sickening smirk placed upon his face as he looked at the girl. “So Courtney. You want to know who I am.:“ Ambrose wasn’t like the pathetic vampires of today, he actually knew how to use there true powers unlike the newer vampire. He was taught by the accents. He could tell what someone’s name is, super fast speed, climbing walls. He was one of the most feared vampires of the old world. But then he got bored, bored of the same old stuff, the loneliness that always seemed to consume him no matter how many followers he had. So Ambrose decided to take a rest, to sleep after everything that happened that one night. He just didn’t want to be in this world anymore….But recently he could sense power coming from someplace within the world..Evil power, coming from the town of Sunnydale, which later he found out was the Hellmouth

That is why Ambrose rose from his death like sleep and made his way here to Sunnydale Ca. Moving closer to the girl again “My name well that’s a interesting question. For I have many names my young child. Most are evil beast, monster even been called the prince of darkness” A small laugh coming from his lips. “But now my child lets need this silly talk and get down to why I am here with you right now in this alley.” The girl was shaking her head as terror overfilled her. Ambrose moved closer and closer to her and she continued to backup until she could not back up anymore. She was stuck between a wall and him. “Well, would you look at this. Looks like the odds are in my favor tonight” Within a second he had his vampire face on. The girl screamed as she saw this. Trying to hit him and kick him as he quickly grabbed her. Lifting her up a bit off the ground so he could pull her neck to his pail lips. Sinking his white fangs into her fresh as they ripped though the layers of skin which consumed her neck. Then he began to taste the flow of the sweet crimson blood. Draining it out of her like some sort of dehydrated person drinking down a gallon of water.

Ambrose dropped the girl to the ground as he finished her off. He could feel her blood flowing within him now. He felt refreshed and strength flowed though his veins again. Each meal he had strengthen him back to his former self. He had only been risen for about a week now. Before that he was in a tomb in an old cemetery somewhere in France. Just in a death like sleep since the mid 1800s. The world was so new to him but he was starting to slowly get used to it. At first he had trouble trying to find a way to America. The whole plane idea he still didn’t understand like much of the technology now. But finally he came across a man in the airport making his way to America and stole his plane ticket. The plane ride of course was long, he wasn’t able to feed. Which wasn’t that bad since he hadn’t had that much of blood lately to begin with.