The Darken Side of Me

                             PROLOGUE

Avery Jean Michaels is a twenty five year old Museum Curator from New Hampshire. She had recently moved out to San Francisco to work in the California Museum of Cultural History.
She has a sister and a brother who are both younger. They grew up with only a mother their father passed away when she was little and when her sister was an infant.

Avery decided to enroll in NYU in their Cultural History Program. She had always been fascinated by other cultures especially the religions and rituals that some of these cultures expressed. Avery’s favorite was always the Wiccan Religion. Avery had been offered a job in San Francisco, California this job was to be her dream job.

She would be working in the Museum of Cultural History but more importantly her specialty would be in witch craft and the black arts, how the black arts had played a part in our history. Avery was so excited to go. She was going to miss her family but she had never done anything so exciting or daring in her whole life. She was ready for her new adventure she just was not aware of exactly how much her life was going to change.



Aleksander Michael Stafford was born in 1894 in Brisbane, Australia he has an older brother Matthew and an older sister Tracey. But most importantly Aleksander was in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. Her name was Isabella Nicole Wheeler. They had been together for about four year when the unthinkable happened. Aleksander’s sister Tracey had been dating Isabella’s older brother Dante`.

Dante` was different from other guys, he was pretty scary Aleksander really did not like him dating his sister but who was he to tell him to stay away. Something had happened to Alexander’s sister, something Dante` had done to her. It was not long before she had come to Aleksander with it. Aleksander had asked her what had happened and she told him that Dante` had changed her. Aleksander was not sure what she had meant by what she had said.

As she went on Aleksander realized what she was talking about.  But was this real or was she pulling his leg by what she was saying. A Vampire was something out of a horror stories or perhaps a folklore tale passed down through the villagers to scare the small children into going to sleep. When Tracey finally showed him he soon realized that this was no legend or folklore.

Before Aleksander could say anything she threw her arms around Aleksander and held him tightly. She was crying saying how hard it was going to be to watch her loved ones all die while she lived on forever. Aleksander remembered rubbing her back trying to calm her down when Aleksander heard the words “sorry” whispered into his ear and a sharp pain on his neck. Aleksander remembered seeing the sun’s final descent over the horizon and then nothing but blackness.
 Aleksander had now been changed; Aleksander was so very upset with Tracey for doing that to him.  He was so in love he was 28 years old and he had found the one he wanted to spend his life with. Only now it was not life it was eternity. How could his own flesh and blood have done this to him? Aleksander did not ask to be made into some monster.

But now the urge to feed on humans was so overpowering. He needed to drink but he was so terrified to do so. How could Aleksander take a human life? When he so badly wanted to be human again. Not to mention Aleksander was in love with one. As he continued to replay what had now become his life he decided it best to tell Isabella what had happened to him.

Aleksander knew she loved him and she would never leave him. He was right when he told her what had happened, she told Aleksander that she wanted him to change her. Isabella said that she loved him and that we could spend eternity together. Aleksander had never fed off of a human and as scared as he was, he had to feed or he would die. Aleksander had to change her. Aleksander needed to have her with him always.  Once Aleksander had begun feeding on her Aleksander found it so exhilarating and so erotic. He had found himself unable to pull away from her. Soon after he felt her body go limp as she fell into his arms, lifeless. He knew he had killed her; Aleksander had killed the woman that he loved and treasured most of all. At that Alexander’s life really took on a whole new meaning as he knew he had to run away and get away as fast as he could. Alexander’s heart just didn’t beat any longer he was in morning he felt as if he was slowly dying without his precious Isabella.