Hope you liked the prologue. Here's Chapter 1. Enjoy. To the max.

The Villarreal vamps of voodoo valley

Chapter 1

Beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep…

"Poor guy…he never had a chance."

"…hey don't get all mushy on me now Linda! I mean what did you expect? When the firefighters found this guy he was in critical condition. I'm surprised he even lived this long. By all means act professional, and anticipate the deaths of your patients."

"Yes Dr. VanCroft, my apologies…but didn't they say he was the only survivor in that old building?"

"Yea…let this be a valuable lesson to you Lin. We're all going to die someday…and unfortunately for him today was his day."

"…yea…guess your right Doctor. As always."

"…alright Lin…call it."

"Right…time of death…October, 26th 2009 11:46 PM-"

"Wait a second."

…beep…beep…beep…beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, BEEP!

"His heart rate is stabilizing. He's coming back…my god he's coming back!"

"Wow, and we didn't even have to charge him with a fresh voltage!"

"Good work Lin you did your job well, but it looks like the man upstairs isn't through with this one yet. Let's let him get some rest. I'm sure he needs it."

"Of course Doctor, I'll be on my way."

Deacon awoke from his dream, and sat upright in his bed. It took him a minute to realize where he was, but when he did he was not at all surprised. This wasn't the first time he'd woken up inside a hospital let alone somewhere he didn't live. His wounds had healed overnight, but he still felt somewhat weak.

As he sat the thought of the previous night vexed and disturbed him, and he decided to go somewhere to collect his thoughts. Getting out of bed Deacon felt a cool breeze, and suddenly realized his clothes were gone from his body. Naked and groggy, Deacon stumbled toward a nearby window to the right side of the bed, unlatched it, and pulled it open. The cool darkness sent a chill through his body, and he could see his breath rising in the air in front of him. A door behind him opened, and a man stepped inside.

Dr. VanCroft silently closed the door behind him, and turned around to see his patient staring at him millimeters from his face. He jumped back and conked his head on the door with a "thud" at the startled sight of the man's naked body.

"Ouch." said the doctor rubbing the back of his head. He noticed with astonishing curiosity the almost perfectly spotless physique of his patient totally contradicting the previous night's burns and bruises. "I…I didn't know you were awake."

"How long have I been asleep?" asked Deacon.

"About five hours since we took you in." replied VanCroft.

"Hmm…" Deacon thought to himself mulling it over.

"Well you must be starving am I right?" VanCroft questioned.

Deacon's eyes lit up at the thought of food, and VanCroft winced at the sight of them.

"Oh yes. As a matter of fact…I'm famished."

"Good then it's settled I…I'll have one of my nurses bring you some breakfast. In the meantime you should really get some res-"

Deacon grabbed the doctor by the arms, knocked his head to the side with his own skull, and sank his fangs deep into his neck.

After having breakfast Deacon wiped his mouth clean of the doctor's blood, and retracted his teeth. Now dressed in the doctors white hospital clothing Deacon once again approached the window, and peered over the edge.

It was a five story drop from his room to the ground, but Deacon had dealt with worse. He perched on top of the window sill, and took in the cool early morning breeze for a few moments. Then he jumped down letting his white shirt flutter in the air, glided toward the parking lot, and landed softly next to an elevator.

Once inside he pressed the top button, and retrieved a pair of thin rim glasses from his white coat pocket. He examined them with curiosity before putting them on, and greeting the female nurse who passed him by as he exited into the parking garage. In the doctors pants pocket he found a pair of keys and a small black remote with a golden Lexus symbol on it. He pressed the "unlock" button over and over again as he walked around the parking garage listening for any kind of noise. In the distance his vampire hearing picked up a faint "beep! beep!", and in an instant he was standing beside the black Lexus. Without hesitation he got inside and started the car.

Deacon sped through the city in his new black Lexus looking for a place where he could collect his thoughts. He passed small buildings and skyscrapers turning this way and that down streets packed with early morning traffic, and embellished with neon lights. He always loved those neon lights. The city always made him feel at home, but he couldn't quite focus or think straight at the moment.

He just kept thinking about what happened at the nightclub. Horrible scenes of vampires screaming, burning, and getting rained on by silver bullets from every angle coursed through his brain and tormented him as he drove. He just couldn't put his finger on all the events that had taken place, but he decided to leave it alone until he met up with his contacts.

Roaming the streets unseen behind tinted windows he saw many different humans walking about. Despite being a vampire Deacon had a few human friends around the city though he never once revealed to any of them his dark secret. They helped him out in various ways. Though the majority of vampires he knew would be extremely reluctant to even process the thought of trusting humans, he was a bit more optimistic. It must have been strange for them to get old, and see him looking exactly the same all these years. Of course he was always bombarded with questions toward the perplexity of his nature, but that was part of what it took to be what he was. A spawn of walking dead.

He decided he would go see Damien and Diva. The two of them were just an insightful couple of the million vampires that roamed the city, but to him they were different. They shared his youth in being a vampire, and his experience in the everyday life of constant battle. To be more specific, Deacon wasn't the only one who was cursed with bad luck. Though he knew little about Diva, but he and Damien went way back. Back to 1st grade to be exact. Before they had become vampires.

He made a right turn that took him to the highway, and stomped on the gas. Navigating through traffic was a breeze with his night vision. He bobbed and weaved around cars with expert skill passing them as if they never occupied the street to begin with. He exited to the right down a ramp, and entered a different part of the city. The rougher part of the city.

Deacon rode up to the gate of an apartment complex with a sign in the front that read "East Lake Trail". He punched a code in the keypad at the entrance, and proceeded through the gate. He made a left turn, and headed in the direction of Damien's apartment when he was suddenly stopped short by a herd of cars that were inconveniently parked smack in the middle of the street preventing any others from coming in or going out.

"What the hell is this?!" Deacon honked his horn in frustration at the crowd amidst the cars.

Some of the people turned around, and addressed him with eyes of astonishment apparently stunned at his idiocy…or bravery.

Hold on. Deacon thought to himself as he tried to calm down, and assess the situation. Something definitely isn't right here.

He parked in the middle of the street amongst the other vehicles, and got out. He walked past the vehicles, and passed a crowd of humans who, by the looks of it, had been camping in and on top of the cars right outside the building Damien lived in. Deacon tensed and even though there were other rooms inside the building he couldn't treat this situation as a mere coincidence.

He walked upstairs to Damien's room, and knocked on the door. For a moment he heard nothing, and in the awkward silence he thought he felt himself being watched through the peephole in the door. Then suddenly the door swung open, and he could see that the lights were off inside. Without warning someone reached out, grabbed his shirt, and snatched him into the darkness.