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Somewhere behind the shadows, there was movement. The crackling of dried leaves suggested someone was heading my way. Careful steps, approached and sounded near, as I slowly hid behind the shadows of the trees.



And with the faint light of the moon, a familiar face was revealed in an instant to my view. I was surprised to see the face of someone I knew from long ago, someone I had loved… unchanged throughout the years.



“Ambrosia!” I spoke.



She scanned the place looking for the owner of the almost shivering voice in the darkness. When she found me standing close to the tree, she spoke, “ You are alive and well.” She made a pause and smiled. “ I have been waiting for you.”



“How did you find me here?” I asked.



“Your scent is everywhere!” She laughed teasingly. Oh and how beautiful she still is. The immortal blood has preserved her beauty.



“Your laughter kills me still. Even as a child it always did. You don’t know that, do you?” I said.

My recollection was cut off by the sound of dogs barking. Putting aside for a moment those memories, I glanced around my immediate surroundings.



Those memories happened years ago, back when I was still a mere mortal. I still carry with me this mark on my chest. A blood-colored cross, that long ago, I had discovered was the mark of an Ancient Order of Mystic Knights. How it came to be marked upon my chest on my birth is another story. A mysterious and intriguing story that somehow links my life to an ancient past full of Magick.



Now, I stand here by the river, on this modern age, dreaming of the past. The moon full on its glory, shone in yellowish-white splendor aiding me on my melancholy. Meters from where I stand, modern concrete houses are sprawled all over. Industrial buildings stand huge and disconcerting. The world has changed since the last time I left it. It’s been a year after I awoke from my deep slumber. Vampires always go through such cycles…Birth and Rebirth…waking and sleeping…Living and Dying…. As if we are part of nature. But are we?

So then, I grew up without a mother, and my father though busy with his business, one day found a new wife. I was 12 then. Her name was Ambrosia. Delicate and a well-mannered woman, I soon came to love her as my new mother.



When I was 20, my father decided to send me to Spain to study Fine Arts. I had always been fond of the arts, so this news came as a happy surprise for me.



Yet, one thing has kept me somehow from such joy of pursuing my passion...



It was a girl named Lilia...



Beautiful and exotic, with long dark hair and fine brown skin, a typical Filipina, pretty and innocent...



and she lives by the other side of the river.