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 vampiress prepares for her future and the sanctity of her beloved property.
The Road of Darkness
Addison gave it a lot of though. As she dressed for the evening, she came up with the idea of a young niece of Aiden Jasper that could be the new deed bearer. Addison would appear years later to stake her claim as this niece. Of course, this was something she would have to do for...well...forever...to ensure she kept what was hers by right. Satisfied with her plan, she looked herself over in the mirror. She dressed herself in one of her mother's more risqué gowns. It was a deep crimson. Addison chuckled. It was fitting. Her corset cinched up tight as she had no need to breathe, making for ample bosoms while her waist was trim and petite. She went to Neeta's room, letting herself into her nanny's room. The old woman sat on her bed, and her spell book and chicken bones lay out before her. Addison looked everything over. "Conjuring?" She asked in a plain tone. Neeta shook her head. "Divinatin'." The elder woman said. Addison gave a nod. "Nothing looks too bright, does it?" She asked though she wasn't seeking a response. "I want a copy of your book. Everything. Every spell, enchantment, curse, hex, ward...everything." Addison then said in a demanding voice, yet her tone was soft. "You be dressin' like a harlot Miss Addison...you be goin' to da city?" Neeta then asked somewhat bold.