Chapter 5: The Revival

"Such a beautiful young woman," the lone vampire said, softly touching Ambrosia's face. The moon glinted off his silky black hair as he wondered what male vampire would have the heart to kill a woman like her and not bring her back.

Must already have a companion. But I have no companion, he thought sadly. His companion had been taken by the king of the underworld. Not taken, he corrected himself, remembering that she had willingly left his side to be with the king.

He looked back down at the woman and immediately got an idea. "Could it be possible?" he asked aloud. "Could she still be brought back? Or am I too late?"

Never know until you try. Maybe she's like me, he thought. I will never die.

He cut himself until some blood appeared, then opened her mouth and pressed his bleeding wrist softly to her tongue. She didn't move at all. But he wouldn't give up. He sat there for what could've been minutes, maybe even hours, blood slowly seeping into the woman's mouth. And just when he was ready to give up, something he would never willingly do in the wrestling ring, he felt her tongue move against him.

He looked down at her face and was met with a piercing light gray gaze.

"What's your name?" he asked her, smiling as he removed his wrist from her mouth.

"Ambrosia. Ambrosia Bordeaux," she replied in a low voice. She kept looking around, as if she was looking for someone. "And you?"

"I'm Matt. Matt Hardy," he said. "And now you belong to me."

"I belong to no one," she replied, standing up.

"But I sired you. I saved you from certain death," he pointed out.

"So I owe you," she said slowly, understanding.

"I'm just tired of being alone," he said. He shook his head as thoughts of his red-headed ex filled his mind. "So, uh, who did this to you?"

"Some guy named Mark," she said bitterly. "And he was with this one woman, but she never told me her name."

"Mark? Hmmm..." Matt's voice trailed off as he tried to think of who he knew named Mark. The Undertaker? Nah, he's not a vampire...

"I want revenge," Ambrosia said, breaking into his thoughts. "I want to make him pay for what he did. He left me for dead!"

"That's generally what vampires do," he pointed out. "You can't just turn all your victims into vampires, you know? And besides, vampires don't have souls or consciences."

"Really? We'll see about that," she said.

"No one can change the fact that vampires lack complete souls... But the only thing that can affect them is by hurting something or someone that they've loved for a long time, before they became vampires," he said. That's what the king of the underworld had done. He'd taken something that Matt had loved before he'd become a vampire. And that's what had made Matt's soul become partially restored...

"Then I'm going to find out exactly who this Mark person is," she said, determined. "And I'm going to do some serious damage to whatever meant the most to him before he became a vampire."

"And I'll help," he quickly agreed.

"Deal," she said, and they shook hands.

"Now... Let's go find something to eat," he said, and they headed down the trail to find themselves some victims...

Short, I know. I hope it made sense. It'll be better in upcoming chapters because I think I know where I want to go with this...