First Blood

First Blood

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Genre: Horror

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Horror

Summary

In 1920's England, 300 year old Vampire Ambrose searches for centuries for his long lost love and maker Vampire Roselyne, daughter of Vampire Countess Elizabeth Bathory AKA The Blood Lady. Through out his journey he finds a young woman who could be a dead ringer for Roselyne. Her name was Rubina Valentine. A Nobel middle class woman with good morals, but when she is kidnapped by Ambrose, she is forced to choose between the living and the dead; in order to become just like his late love Roselyne.
During all this he finds out that Roselyne is not dead. He wonders why she did not sumine him and just the thought of her possible life makes him want to find her even more, but she finds him first. Roselyne is dangerously jealous that Ambrose has fallen in love and has become close to his human Rubina. She tries to tear them apart and maybe even end Rubina's life. But will Roselyne be the one to change Rubina into Vampire or will he be the one to do the deed? All the while Roselyne keeps the secret that Rubina is infact related to her human bloodline, which explains why she looks exactly like her; even though they aren't twins.

Summary

In 1920's England, 300 year old Vampire Ambrose searches for centuries for his long lost love and maker Vampire Roselyne, daughter of Vampire Countess Elizabeth Bathory AKA The Blood Lady. Through out his journey he finds a young woman who could be a dead ringer for Roselyne. Her name was Rubina Valentine. A Nobel middle class woman with good morals, but when she is kidnapped by Ambrose, she is forced to choose between the living and the dead; in order to become just like his late love Roselyne.
During all this he finds out that Roselyne is not dead. He wonders why she did not sumine him and just the thought of her possible life makes him want to find her even more, but she finds him first. Roselyne is dangerously jealous that Ambrose has fallen in love and has become close to his human Rubina. She tries to tear them apart and maybe even end Rubina's life. But will Roselyne be the one to change Rubina into Vampire or will he be the one to do the deed? All the while Roselyne keeps the secret that Rubina is infact related to her human bloodline, which explains why she looks exactly like her; even though they aren't twins.

Chapter1 (v.1) - In The Begginning

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Submitted: August 13, 2016

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First Blood

Chapter 1-History of Ambrose and His Maker

Massachusettes-1614

It was the spring of 1614, the night of Countess Elizabeth Bathory and her daughter’s huge extravagant party. The party was held at the countess great estate with its seventy-six rooms, fifty bathrooms and extravagant decor. The place was a sight to bestow upon and everyone who was somebody was at the party.

Sir Ambrose’s family of two was especially invited to this vibrant get to together. His family was gentry middle class. Because his father was out of town that week for business, he decided to bring along his best friend Edward to the party. After-all, there was only two invitations and who best to come along but your best friend.

As the carriage arrived in front of the huge landscaped 17th century colonial home, Ambrose and his friend Edward stepped out of the carriage to be met by a handsome young man dressed in all black with a nice black top hat sitting on his head.

“Sir Ambrose and Sir Edward; welcome to the Countess Bathory home,” he said as he took of his hat and did a slight bow.

“Thank you nice Sir,” said Ambrose as he acknowledged the young man’s nice manners.

“Hand me your invitations and I’ll see you inside,” he said with an outstretched hand.

Ambrose and Edward both handed the young man their invitations and he led them along the front pathway and into the bright foyer. Inside was very exquisite with two long wooden stairs going up along the sides, high ceilings and beautiful unique chandeliers.

As Ambrose and Edward stood in the foyer taking in the beauty of the place, a gorgeous chestnut haired beauty with exquisite porcelain silk skin and dainty ruby red lips walked up to them.

“Oh George; Who might these two be?” she asked the man with the top hat.

He turned his attention to her and introduced Ambrose and Edward. “These fine young men are Ambrose, son of Victor Blackstone and Edward, son of James Speedman,” replied George as he looked from both men and back to the chestnut haired beauty. This here is Countess Elizabeth Bathory,” he announced to Ambrose and Edward.

In the corner of Ambrose’s eyes, he could see the beauty of a young woman about his own age walking over to them. He turned to look at her as she walked towards Countess Elizabeth Bathory. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. Not even the purest ruby could define how beautiful of a goddess this creature was. She was exquisitely fine with fiery red hair, pinkish pale skin, high cheek bones, rosy cheeks and red wine colored lips. He was absolutely mesmerized by her beauty.

She stopped at Elizabeth’s side and gazed into Ambrose’s hazel eyes. “Mother, the Duke would like to speak with you,” she said to the Countess.

The Countess turned to look at her. “Roselyne don’t be rude,” she said before turning back to the two men. “This is my daughter Roselyne. She is quite a social butterfly like her Mother,” she said introducing Ambrose and Edward to Roselyne.

“How do you do?” she said still looking into Ambrose’s eyes.

“I’m quite well; and you?”

“I’m well,” she said. She turned to look at her Mother. “Mother let’s go,” she barked.

“Excuse me Sir Ambrose and Sir Edward,” said her Mother. She dismissed herself and let her daughter pull her down the hall.

Ambrose watched in admiration as Roselyne pulled her Mother into the ballroom. He was lost at words for her. He could feel his heart beating fast with adrenaline lust at the mare sight of her. He told himself that he would definitely have a private dance with her before the night was over. He was very much intrigued by her.

“What a gorgeous young lady,” said Edward breaking Ambrose out of his trance.

Ambrose turned to look at his friend. “Yes she is,” he said.

Ambrose and Edward made their way down the hall and into the grand ballroom. The room was huge with bright lights coming from the many chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The room was packed with people of importance gracing around and talking amongst each other.

As Ambrose and Edward walked into the room, some of the aristocrats and socialites stopped to look their way. Some eyed their attire, like they were trying to figure out what wealth of class they belonged to and if they should waste their time talking to them.

A waiter carrying a tray of Champaign drinks came up to them and offered them a glass. Ambrose and Edward each took a glass of Champaign from the young man. He slightly bowed his head and scurried away.

Ambrose walked through the crowd hoping to spot Roselyne again. He sipped on his Champaign as he took in the atmosphere of the ballroom. He stood by the balcony and listened to the classical music in the atmosphere and observed the people as they danced and mingled amongst each other. He finally spotted Roselyne with her Mother talking to an older fella whom looked somewhat important. He noticed she was glancing his way as she chatted with the man. Her eyes wondered his way and a small smirk crept on her lips as she continued her conversation. Her Mother did not seem to have noticed her attention on Ambrose, but somehow Ambrose could tell her Mother knew exactly where her daughter’s focus was.

Ambrose continued to watch the young red head beauty, until an elder woman walked up to him. He did not know her, but it seemed like she knew him.

“Hello young man,” she greeted him.

“Hello.”

“I was standing over there with my husband and could not help but notice you were ogling the Countess’s daughter.” She took a sip of her Champaign.

“Oh I did not notice anyone was watching,” he said looking straight at the woman’s plump ample bosom. Her corset seemed a bit too tight and was crushing her bosom making them almost spill out of her cleavage.

“Well she is a sight to see.” She turned to look at Roselyne who was still glancing his way.

“Yes she is a beauty,” he said.

“Let me give you some advice young man. Roselyne isn’t your average wealthy young woman. She is like a rear treasure that is almost impossible to have. Don’t let those beautiful golden eyes full you. She will drain you from your life, if you get too close to her,” she said.

Ambrose thought her remark was a bit strange and harsh. He wanted to know exactly what this woman was talking about. How can such a delicate beauty drain one’s life from them. He did not understand.

“What exactly do you mean?” He asked.

“Well I cannot say. All I can tell you is don’t get too close to her or you will regret it,” she said. With that she turned and walked away.

The words the woman spoke to Ambrose about Roselyne kept going through Ambrose’s head. He could not figure out what she meant by them. “Don’t get too close to her or you will regret it.” “she will drain you from your life.” Those words kept repeating over and over in his head. He did not know what they meant. The more he stared at Roselyne as she moved from company to company, the more the words get fainter and eventually faded away from his thoughts.

He wanted to make a move; perhaps ask her for a dance. Maybe that way he could talk to her and get to know her. Her Mother was always by her side, so it was kind of hard for him to find the perfect time to walk up to her. After a long agonizing wait, her Mother walked away from her side. Ambrose Knew this would be the right time. He took a big gulp of his Champaign and finished the content in the glass. He then proceeded to walk across the room towards Roselyne. As he made his way to Roselyne, he spotted the waiter close by; he placed his empty glass on the waiter’s tray and continued on his way.

When he finally got to Roselyne, she turned her eyes to look at him. “Sir Ambrose; nice of you to join us,” she said with a smirk.

“Sir Ambrose; how are you, young man?” asked the older gentleman by her side.

“I’m fine thank you Sir,” answered Ambrose.

“Oh I have not properly introduced myself. My name is Frederick Johnson. I know your Father. We work together sometimes in business ventures,” said the man as he extended his hand for a handshake.

“Oh I don’t believe we’ve met,” said Ambrose. He met Frederick’s hand with his and shook it.

“Your Father and I go way back. I think the first time I met him was when you were just a baby. Then, your Mother was still alive.”

“Oh,” said Ambrose. He turned his gaze to Roselyne. Roselyne would you like to dance?” he extended his hand out and took a slight bow.

“I would love too,” she said putting her hand in his.

Ambrose Excused himself and Roselyne as he led her away and towards the middle of the ballroom. When they got to a nice spacious area, he pulled her against him and started to twirl around with her.

“You are quite the dancer Sir Ambrose,” she said against his muscular chest.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he replied. “How haven’t I seen such a beauty before?”

“Well Sir Ambrose, maybe if you open your eyes wider, you will see one,” she mocked.

He chucked a laughter. “Why haven’t we met before?”

“I’m always around Sir Ambrose. Maybe not where ever you are.”

He stared down at her beauty. Her eyes were the color of pure gold and she had the grace of ocean waves against the shore. Her eyes could pierce through your soul like swords. If you looked deep into them, you would be sure to be completely under her spell.

They danced for a few more minutes before, Ambrose broke away. “Would you like too show me around the grounds a little?” he asked her.

“I don’t mind,” she said.

He extended his hand out to her and she placed her hand in his. They walked side by side across the ballroom and towards the huge double glass patio doors.

“So How old are you?” he asked.

“Older than I look,” she said.

“He chuckled a bit. “I would probably say you are no older than I am,” he said. They made their way outside into the warm crisp late spring night.

“I’m twenty-seven years old,” she confessed.

“I knew it,” he said with enthusiasm. “You are a year younger than I am.”

“Yes, but I am a lot wiser,” she said as they walked around the crowded indigo pool. The pool was filled with people swimming and having fun. People where running and getting chased around the pool area. Some were jumping into the pool; making little cannon balls. There were couples in the enormous Jacuzzi kissing and making out. Everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves and it sent a sense of warmth in the air.

They made their way to a little fountain at the far end of the grounds. It was a brown bricked traditional fountain with four layers stacked up and water sprinkling out of its facets. It was definitely a sight to see.

“Do you have a coin?” asked Roselyne.

Ambrose got confused by her question. He did not understand why she was asking for a coin. “Pardon me?” he said.

A smile crept on her face. “A coin; It’s a wishing well,” she clarified.

“Oh, a wishing well. Well why didn’t you say so.” He put his hand into his front pocket of his black pants and brought out a silver dollar coin. “See a coin,” he said holding it up for her to see.

“Okay now close your eyes and focus on what you really want. What do you desire the most? Then after you say it in your mind what you desire, you throw the coin into the well.”

He did what she asked and closed his eyes. He knew what he wanted. That was a pretty easy thought. He wanted her off course. He had been wanting her since he first laid eyes on her. He deeply said her name in his head three times and flicked the coin into the wishing well.

Before he opened his eyes, he heard a light splash of the coin hitting the water. They both watched the coin sink down to the bottom of the fountain, where some other coins sat. He did not know if his wish would come true but he was definitely excited to find out.

“Do you want to know what I wished for?” he asked as he turned his attention to her.

“No; you’re not supposed to say, but I have a feeling I know what it is,” she said with wide eyes.

He smiled and let her guide him back towards the house.

“It’s a fine moon tonight, so I know your wish will come true,” she said as she glanced up at the sky.

He looked at her and followed her gaze up to where the full moon hung in the shadows of the grey clouds.

“Yes, it is if fact a full moon,” he said.

They entered into the house and back into the ballroom. Ambrose spotted Edward coming up to them. He acknowledged him as he walked up.

“Ambrose,” said Edward looking at Ambrose. He then noticed the woman on his hand. “Roselyne Bathory; how are you doing this fine night?” he asked her.

“Quite well actually. I was just showing your friend here around the grounds. He is quite the company,” she said.

“Oh I am sure he is becoming very fond of you,” said Edward. He then looked back at his friend. “Ambrose; we have to be at work early in the morning. I think we should call it a night and be on our way.” He gave Ambrose a stern look like he was really anxious to leave.

Ambrose turned to Roselyne. “My lady; I have to leave you and depart, but I hope this is not the only time I spend with such an intriguing lady,” he said. He brought her hand up to his lips and planted a kiss on the tender skin. Her skin felt soft like cotton and had the whitest glow like the purest snow. It brought delight to his lips.

“I hope not Sir Ambrose,” she said.

They said their fair wells and Ambrose along with his friend left the Countess’s home and departed in their carriage.


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