The Road of Darkness is the story of Addison. She's a young Southern Belle in early 1700 Louisiana with a love for Voodoo. She's a child of privilege, but never really let it go to her head. She was always a little odd.
Our little Southern Belle is attacked and turned. A vampire. However, unlike most, she embraces this new 'life'. She finds delight in it. A darkness grows within her.
Like any young vampire left to fend for themselves, she stumbles in her new existence. She meets others here and there, and the world of the paranormal opens up to her.
Due in part to her thrill of bloodlust, she becomes fascinated with war. Soon she is moving from country to country, war to war. Mans evolution and technology in the art of warfare intrigues her.
Through her time and adventures, she has fleeting bits of both happiness and sorrow. The darkness within her will only allow her so much happiness.
Her link with all things Voodoo brings her into the servitude of the Baron Semedi, demi-god of the Underworld. A deal gone bad. It only serves to deepen that darkness. Can anyone help her before she does irrevocable damage to both an entire city of innocent people...and herself?
Not your typical vampire story in the least...
Zoe Ambler hails from Enterprise, Alabama. She's 44 years old and broke through into writing by way of role-play gaming, which she still loves to this day.
She has traveled the world, being a 'military brat', but always finds her way back home. Her hobbies include sketching, playing violin (badly), collecting oddities and office supplies. Zoe is often found spoiling her fat cat, obsessing over coffee and the coming zombie apocalypse.
A little glimpse of our lead character, Addison, and her life before and after becoming ensnared and captured by a malevolent being. From this, she is set on her 'Road'.
The Road of Darkness
Many eligible bachelors, both young and old, vied for her hand. Some her father dismissed, some he encouraged Addison to get to know better. Addison was reluctant. She didn't like any of them. The older wanted her for her nubile young body, and well, so did the younger suitors. But all in all it came down to her father's wealth. Greed was everywhere. Addison was often warned not to go into New Orleans shipping and slave selling districts alone. But that was where the merchandise she sought was; the secret little shops hidden within other little shops. Miss Neeta had accompanied her with a big strong slave male as protection in the past. But in 1705, just after her 20th birthday, Addison had slipped from the plantation into the city. There were some herbs and roots coming in from Haiti and Africa on the slave trade ships that she wished to buy for her own collection. She wore a fine dress, but not over showy, so to not make herself a target of a pickpocket or swindler. The journey had taken longer than she had anticipated, the skies darkening. The street lamps were being lit by an elderly man, lighting the oil wicks of the overhead street lanterns with a stick. She came to the shop she was seeking, only to find them closed. Her crimson lips gave a pout, and she gave a little stomp of her foot. Though not spoiled, when she wanted something, she was, usually, determined to get it. And this setback was most disappointing to her. To risk slipping away a second night in a row would bring suspicion from her parents and nanny alike. With a sigh, she headed back toward the street she had left her horse and carriage tied up. She passed taverns and pubs, not paying much mind to those lingering about. Not until someone roughly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into an alley between two brick buildings. He clamped his hand over her mouth roughly. Addison's eyes watered, not just from fear, but from the overwhelming smell of whoever had snatched her up. He smelled foul. He was tall, lean and black with mouth split open into a grin, yellowed teeth shown in the dim light. His voice sent a shiver of pure fear down Addison's spine.