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.
Our little newly made vampire finds her way back home, only to be met with horrible and devastating results.
The Road of Darkness
She had been missing for more than a week. Her father and the local sheriff found her horse and carriage. Upon further investigation, they found her soiled, torn and bloodied dress in the dirty alleyway. Her coin purse, still full of money as well as her shoes where there beneath the mess, too. They feared the worst. The case closed as a murder, as no one could survive what the evidence had shown to be such a brutal attack. Aiden and Caroline mourned the loss of their one and only child. They held a funeral service at the family cemetery on the northern part of their property, far from the swamp and bayous. Addison remained within the city. She would feed on the less fortunate, the homeless, and the slaves chained to posts in the square. Sometimes she would even break into a home. She would entertain herself feeding on an entire family for the night and then take refuge in the home during the daylight hours. That was when she got the first glimpse of herself and what she had become. She looked into the tall dressing mirror. Her once neat and tidy curled hair was long and straight, messy and disheveled. Dirt and dried blood stained her now porcelain skin, no longer holding that sun kissed glow. The sight of her eyes haunted her. No longer were they a vivid blue, but now a pale blue, other-worldly pale. In the light of a single candle she had lit, they reflected back at her, like a cat's eyes. She sobbed at her appearance. She wanted to go home. She wanted her mother and her father. What would they think of her? Do they miss her? She had so many questions. Addison had no one to answer those questions for her. She was alone. She stayed within the city for another week. She gorged herself nightly before moving toward the outskirts. She had to move to the less populated areas; back toward home. She walked the dirt road leading to the front of the plantation home. One of the slaves holding a torch for light came running in a quick jog. "Miss Addison...dat be you?" He asked in a hesitant manner upon seeing the pale girl, her corset and petticoat stained in blood and dirty. Her petticoat torn and ripped, ragged at the ends above her slim ankles and muddy bare feet. "Master! Master!" He yelled, waking everyone on the property. "It be Miss Addison...I think..." He said, not wanting to get too close. She smelled. She smelled something horrible, of blood and rot and death.