Into the Night

Prologue

My name is Anthony DiNozzo, I work for NCIS, If you don't know what that is I don't blame you almost no one does, I am 300 years old today, And I am a vampire.

Tony P.O.V

It is getting harder to resist my urges. The jabs Gibbs throws my way, McGee's jokes, and Ziva's insults are all threatening to push me over the edge. Down into the darkness of the world so I resist but for how much longer I do not know. But each push I can feel my fang grow and my animal instincts telling to attack. And its getting harder to say no to them.

Today had been particularly gruesome, a marine had gotten drunk and murdered his wife and three children. As it turned out the marine had a history of abusing his wife and kids, it could not help but remind him of his father's horrible drunken beatings. Thankfully the case had been a pretty open close and he could go home now, Gibbs had yelled at him for no reason he did not need one and McGee and Ziva had laughed at him after. When Abby had heard this she snapped at them and had given him a big hug, good old Abby he could always count on her. Ducky had of course launched into a long lecture about something or other and Jimmy had given him a sympathetic smile.

But now he was home and he was tired physically and mentally plus he was hungry too, for human and vampire food and drink. As he was about to open the door his vampire senses got wind of something, the smell of food frying and something else that was hard to detect. Opening the door he walk threw the threshold and turned to hang up his coat, " Hello Anthony it is good to see you again." said a beautiful slightly accented female voice. It was a voice her knew quite well despite not having heard it in about 20 years, smiling fondly he turned and replied "Hello Rosemary its nice to see you again too."

In front of him stood a woman who appeared to be about his own age but of course looks could be deceiving. The woman's name was Rosemary Blackwood and she appeared to be to beautiful to be real, like she should be a painting or ancient statue from Greece. She was very tall and willowy over six-foot in fact with a lean well muscled curvy frame, her long strait ebony hair was thick and waist length with crimson tips and long twin streaks that framed her lovely face and fell about an inch longer than the rest of her hair. Her face was heart shaped with high proud cheek bones and narrow liquid silver eyes framed by long, thick, dark eyelashes which was coupled with full shapely blood red lips.

Her dress was Gothic like her make-up, knee-high, black, high-heeled boots, fish net tights, black lacy mini skirt, red leather belt, red crop top, and a black fur trim leather jacket. Her skin was the most striking feature of all, it was smooth, flawless, cold and hard like marble, and it was the color of freshly fallen snow, in the sun it sparkled like diamonds much like mine when he did not wear sun screen. Yes she was beautiful but I had never had any romantic relations with her, no there relationship was more brother and sisterly. She looked more like a person Abby would know. But oh I knew, her well as she did him. Probably better than anyone. As she was a vampire too.

The year was 1677 and he was in England it was night and he was 17. That night I had told his father that I wanted no part of the family business, which was sailing to Africa to capture slaves. The very idea made me sick but my father who was drinking heavily that night had flown into a rage and beat me with in an inch of this life, he had left me in the garden and and I was bleeding heavy and as my strength slipped away a shadow of a female figure fell over him. I awoke in a hospital very weak and a doctor told him he probably would not live till tomorrow. That night Rosemary had visited me and I had asked her to save him, she had done that but at a great cost. She had taken me under her wing and became the first person to care about me for a long time. Looking back I did not regret being turned. I aged up to 33 then I stopped, Rosemary said that was normal as she had been 32 for the past 147 years.

"So Rose why are you here? Shouldn't you be in New Orleans?" I asked "I missed you and wanted to see you. Is that not enough reason?" she replied. "It would be and it might be part of it but I know you. So why else are you here?" I urged knowing eventually she would say. She walked over to the window and looked out, her back to me. " I'm worried for you Anthony, something is happening." She said "I have heard news bad news. She's coming Tony she is coming for you." I heard this and I froze, SHE was back and SHE was coming for him. This meant him and everyone he cared about was in grave danger. June DellaLuna was back.

*there the start of my second story, hope you like it, I will continue it when and if I get 5 positive reviews, Reviews welcome but flames not like so got nothing nice to say don't say nothing at all, get it got it good