Roxanne By Vampire Virgil
Disclaimer: "Dark Shadows" does not belong to me. It belongs to Dan Curtis
Productions.
CHAPTER ONE: In the Crypt of Sleeping Beauty
The ancient stone graves upon Eagle Hill are silent through the years, though they have seen unimaginable horrors. They reveal their secrets to no one, however much they wish they could. Beneath the cold earth sleeps one who is dead, and yet not dead. A beauty that has slept for over a century, awaiting her prince.
Roxanne Drew.
Roxanne had become a vampire in the year 1840, a victim of the evil sorceress, Angelique Collins. Everyone turned against her then: her friends, her lover, and even her brother. Her own flesh and blood.
Randall. Randall Drew had tried to destroy her. He thought he had succeeded too.
But as the first rays of the dawn appeared in the sky, Roxanne transformed her body into a fine mist. With supernatural swiftness, the mist seeped down into the cracks of the crypt floor and into the cool soil, away from the searing light. Taking human form in an ancient coffin, she took her rest.
However, she did not count on the cruelty of fate. There was a crucifix on the neck of the old woman buried in the coffin, and as soon as Roxanne had taken shape in the cramped space next to the disgusting, rotting body, she found that she was trapped. Trapped with the horrific cadaver! Even when night came, she found that escape was impossible. The cross burned into her white flesh through the filmy fabric of her burial gown. The pain was white hot, like the light of the sun, concentrated in a tiny metal object.
The pain.what horrible pain.
As day came again, Roxanne slipped into a deep sleep. Then, when the sun set, she was too weak to awaken. She began to dream.
She dreamed of Barnabas.
Longing filled her entire being. Longing for his love, and yet.she hated him. How could he do what he had done to her? No! Hate could never replace the love she felt for Barnabas Collins. He was gone though. Even when Roxanne was capable of clawing her way though the soil to the real world, she kept dreaming, for her beloved had returned to his own time.
Time.Time was no obstacle to her.
Then, 1971 came. The year of Barnabas. He was human now; a doll filled with rich, thick, sensual blood. Roxanne could smell him from where she lay, next to the ancient bones of the nameless woman she had shared over a century with. She had learned to live with the pain that the cross brought her.
It was time to rise up from the cold ground and enter the vibrant world of the living.
The Vampire's hand clawed through the coffin lid and felt the soil.
CHAPTER ONE: In the Crypt of Sleeping Beauty
The ancient stone graves upon Eagle Hill are silent through the years, though they have seen unimaginable horrors. They reveal their secrets to no one, however much they wish they could. Beneath the cold earth sleeps one who is dead, and yet not dead. A beauty that has slept for over a century, awaiting her prince.
Roxanne Drew.
Roxanne had become a vampire in the year 1840, a victim of the evil sorceress, Angelique Collins. Everyone turned against her then: her friends, her lover, and even her brother. Her own flesh and blood.
Randall. Randall Drew had tried to destroy her. He thought he had succeeded too.
But as the first rays of the dawn appeared in the sky, Roxanne transformed her body into a fine mist. With supernatural swiftness, the mist seeped down into the cracks of the crypt floor and into the cool soil, away from the searing light. Taking human form in an ancient coffin, she took her rest.
However, she did not count on the cruelty of fate. There was a crucifix on the neck of the old woman buried in the coffin, and as soon as Roxanne had taken shape in the cramped space next to the disgusting, rotting body, she found that she was trapped. Trapped with the horrific cadaver! Even when night came, she found that escape was impossible. The cross burned into her white flesh through the filmy fabric of her burial gown. The pain was white hot, like the light of the sun, concentrated in a tiny metal object.
The pain.what horrible pain.
As day came again, Roxanne slipped into a deep sleep. Then, when the sun set, she was too weak to awaken. She began to dream.
She dreamed of Barnabas.
Longing filled her entire being. Longing for his love, and yet.she hated him. How could he do what he had done to her? No! Hate could never replace the love she felt for Barnabas Collins. He was gone though. Even when Roxanne was capable of clawing her way though the soil to the real world, she kept dreaming, for her beloved had returned to his own time.
Time.Time was no obstacle to her.
Then, 1971 came. The year of Barnabas. He was human now; a doll filled with rich, thick, sensual blood. Roxanne could smell him from where she lay, next to the ancient bones of the nameless woman she had shared over a century with. She had learned to live with the pain that the cross brought her.
It was time to rise up from the cold ground and enter the vibrant world of the living.
The Vampire's hand clawed through the coffin lid and felt the soil.