Bacio Della Morte

Note: Wow. It's been forever since I wrote an author's note. A few months, at least. Well… I'm back for the moment. My busy, screwed up life has stopped being so… screwy… and I can actually write again! WOO! But this is a new story with an idea I've had for a while now but I wasn't sure how to use it. I'm giving it a try. But my other stories are getting updated slowly. So… be on the lookout for those, too! Oh, and the title is Italian for 'Kiss of Death' if anyone wanted to know. Anywaaay, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Nothing. Zippo. Nada.

Prologue

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He stalks in the night like a disastrous beast…

--- Victoria Boatwright

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It's like a disease. A disease that has spread over time and no one has been able to stop it. There is no cure. We who have this "disease" are plagued for the rest of out eternal lives. There is no heaven or hell for us. There is only this purgatory that people call Earth. We are stuck here until our bodies are mutilated or burned. We have no way of escape except for our final day as the damned. It is not death. We are already dead. Our souls have been taken from us, but we still walk through this eternal now in search for release. This disease destroys thousands of lives, and I have been one of those chosen to be destroyed.

My new way of surviving began when I was twenty. And I will be twenty – and look twenty – until the day I am released from this purgatory. I had just arrived at a ball hosted by Henry VII when a harlot started to seduce me. My wife had died of a disease months before, and I was still grieving. But there was something about this whore's eyes that made me give in. And I have regretted that decision ever since that cold day in 1490.

She had made me what I am today. Once she had done her job and I was basking in the afterglow she bit me. I didn't realize it until I began to feel pain. She wanted a companion of the night, and I was naïve enough to agree. I drank from her and was in bed for three days after my transformation. The third day I was visited by a doctor. The second he stepped into the room I realized the bloodlust. I couldn't resist the thirst that consumed my every thought. I took him and raped him, then drank from him.

That very night I left London. I boarded a ship to France where Clarisse, the courtesan, was waiting for me. I knew that someone would find the doctor in my room and they would connect my absences from the court and the teeth marks on the doctor. For two hundred years I lived among many other of my kind in France. I fed off of hundreds of humans. I attended the most lavish parties, and each time I would get a taste of royal blood. And that blood, by far, is the best.

In the early 1700's our coven was found by angry townspeople, and we were forced to scatter ourselves about Europe. Clarisse and I escaped to Italy where we met the infamous Aro. His gray hair and steely eyes had frightened us both. He spoke of riches like no others found in the New World. He spoke of many humans with sweet blood on the newly discovered land, and it intrigued me.

Clarisse, on the other hand, didn't entertain the thought of leaving Europe.

She was dead set on staying in Europe. My guess was that she was frightened. One look into her hazel eyes told me everything. She was afraid of losing me to some new vampire woman. She was paranoid that I'd fall for a beautiful woman and turn her into a vampire. Clarisse was skilled at mind reading, but I learned to block my thoughts from her. She didn't know that I'd never turn another human into a vampire. I could never bring this horrible way of living onto someone else.

One night a tragic thing happened. Clarisse and I were traveling by carriage passed the Rubicon River to leave Italy when they struck. Villagers of a town set along the banks of the famous river heard of our passing and followed us. I knew they were coming since we entered the village. Human faces and emotions are easy to read.

They set our carriage on fire. The horses escaped the confides of the harnesses and ran into the dark forest. I tried to grab Clarisse but she was pulled out the other door by a hoard of people. I darted into the forest and hid. I watched, horrified, as they stabbed Clarisse through the heart. Emotions I hadn't felt since I was a human crept up inside of me and turned my non-beating heart cold. I turned so I wouldn't have to witness her be decapitated and burned. I heard the shouts of joy of the villagers as I ran at an alarming speed through the forest. I ran for hundreds of miles at a speed almost too fast for the human eye. I reached Spain within hours of the horrible event.

I boarded the first ship to the New World. I had to leave Europe. I knew Clarisse would never escape my thoughts. Her beautiful eyes and fiery red hair would be forever embroidered in my mind. Besides me, only seven survived the voyage to the New World. It was 1789 by the time I arrived, and I headed straight to New Orleans. Aro had spoken of wonderful things in that city, and I was determined to find out.

I lived there until 1980. The vampire population decreased rapidly and I had to find a new coven to join. One vampire passing through New Orleans spoke of New York City. She had said it was crawling with vampires. I moved to New York City and lived in a lavish mansion in a wonderful neighborhood. I had accumulated so much money over the years that I was a billionaire.

I was eventually able to move around in the sunlight. It hurt my eyes after a few hours of being outside, and I would be a little rosy when I went inside, but after centuries of being a vampire the sun was not my enemy any longer. It was finally my friend – my companion – again.

I found that I was able to read thoughts and make a person feel a certain way around the year 2000. I had been a vampire for almost six hundred years by then. I had heard of gaining power, but mine was coming too fast. A few years ago I realized I didn't need to drink blood every day. Sometimes I could go without blood for two weeks at a time.

Now I can do anything. I can teleport from one place to another. I can control the lighting in a room. I am able to do anything, anywhere, anytime.

I am Adam Copeland. I am vampire.

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Note: So yeah. I've worked forever on this to make it perfect. I hope you all like it. It's definitely a different fanfiction but that's what I'm going for. It's kinda short, but it's only the prologue. I'm really proud of this chapter. It may be only to tell Adam's history but I swear the next chapter will be a lot more exciting. So… Please tell me what you think whether you hate it or love it. All reviews are appreciated!

Rachel