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Story of a lost soul and two vampires falling in love.
A vampire named Tristan Lagorne from America turns two young siblings into vampires in 1939 Italy. The young man is named Marcolo Aglacia. And his comatose sister is called Marissa. Unable to leave his sister behind Marc gets Tristan to turn his little sister as well. The result is near devastating as the young girl who was in a coma, wakens, but is not quite herself. Nearly lifeless poor Marissa is lost in the spirit world. Unable to accept this Tristan takes the girl to his Native American friend and mentor Hanas. Deep in the South American jungles, lies a vampire stronghold called Legardia. This is where the 3 young vampires go, to leave Marissa behind with the Natives Hanas, and his daughter Ashei. Using Native magic, over the years they are able to restore young Marissa back to normal. Freeing her lost soul. Times change and Legardia is soon discovered by man. Tristan and Marc come back just in time to rescue Marissa and bring her back to the United States. Tristan and Marissa fall in love.
Book 1: The Brother and the Sister - A Spirit Found
An undead creature with its dark eyes glowing in the pitch black alleyway watched as its prey quickly hurried by. He had been watching this one for a while. In fact it had been bothering him all night now, that he was going to have to kill him.
Why would this be? The dark creature wondered to himself. He had rarely felt the inclination not to kill his own prey. In fact it had only happened the one time.. and that had turned out so badly. He had vowed never again would he spare one that had been marked, and even worse, actually share with them the dark gift.
And yet... There was something about this one.. Something that was tickling his inner psychic senses. It was almost like destiny was driving him.
Hmmm, a closer inspection was needed before the matter could be decided. This was not a light decision to make. And before the night was done, something would have to be decided, one way or the other.
A young man hurried down the walkway, past the many storefronts. He was headed to the bookstore on Penachencci Avenue. He was currently attending the university, and had way too many books overdue.
Exams were coming up, and the young man was nervous. These were hard times in 1939 Rome, and it was important for a man to have a proper education. He had hopes of becoming a doctor, but still had much schooling and training to do. In between the university he also worked a job assisting a small time doctor at a local clinic in his small suburban area of Provencia.
Besides himself, he also had a sick elderly aunt to take care of. As well as a sister not much younger than himself. His aunt had been guardian of them, since they were both young teens. The death of their parents had been sudden and devastating to them.
They had been a well off family living in the nearby countryside just beyond Brovocca. Their father had been a doctor as well, and had his own practice in the nearby village. They had owned a beautiful home and estate, with their own vineyards and everything. Unfortunately everything had been lost, when their parents had been robbed and murdered while on vacation in France.
The children who had been left behind with the elderly aunt of their father in Rome, ending up with her indefinitely. Aunt Margara, had been the mother of one child, who had died at the age of 12. So it had not been so heavy a burden for her, despite her increasing age and health issues. She was not a wealthy woman, and barely lived modestly. Their financial situation dwindled without their parents leftover finances, after their deaths.
This left the young man, Marcolo Aglacia, with the responsibility of entering the work world as a young teen. Unfortunately for him, he was not a well-built person. His brain was stronger than his body. So he had trouble finding jobs that went beyond hard physical labor. Barely did he keep his family financially afloat.
And to make matters worse, his sister Marissa who had not been the healthiest girl when their parents had been alive, her health both mental and physical began to decline as she progressed into her later teen years.
An odd girl, she was very quiet and meek. Preferring her own company, never making friends. And barely socialized willingly with her own family. Instead she tended to float in and out of her own dream world. Often caught talking to herself. She claimed to hear voices from time to time. And on occasion saw things that others could not. She was labeled as a witch, freak, and many other horrible things by her fellow peers throughout her childhood.
When she had barely finished school, she refused further education, despite being accepted to a women’s university and a school of music and art, as she had a beautiful singing voice. She had instead insisted on staying home and tending to their frail aunt.
Thinking back now, Marcolo wished Marissa had been back home with their aunt that fateful day a little over a year ago...
At his urging, Marissa had strangely accepted her one and only friend Claudia’s invitation to visit her grandparents on Marissa’s 21st birthday. They owned horses, and Marissa had long ago loved riding horses when they had owned some, before their parents had died.
Needless to say, the trip had proved nearly fatal. At a cousin of Claudia’s urging, Marissa had been goaded into riding a half-wild horse at the grand-parents’ house. It had been too quick for anyone to stop her. She had supposedly rode it for quite a bit, before something had caused it to panic violently. Barely able to hold on, she clung to it for a good long several minutes before it hit a hole and threw her.
She had landed in such a way, that she had been thrown instantly into a coma. She had been in and out of medical care. First on behalf of the grandparents of her friend, and now with rare and occasional home visits from their local clinics, when Dr. Puncunuti had spare time. All the doctors seemed at a loss, and mostly had all given up hope that she would ever come out of the coma, let alone fully recover. They all figured she probably had suffered brain damage, or some other permanent damage that would keep her incapacitated the rest of her life.
Of course Marcolo feared it was most likely true. And yet something kept telling him, she’d be alright if only she would just wake up. Little signs told him this. Times when he could swear he had seen her lips move, or her eyes twitch a certain way, as if she almost was about to open them to awaken. He could swear she was dreaming. He had even thought he had heard her speak a few words on rare occasion.
She was practically his only family. When their old aunt died, which was not too far away, as she was nearly bedridden herself, Marissa would be all that was left. He vowed he’d find a way to cure her coma, and any other damages she had. This was what pushed him to become the best doctor possible. He was so tired of being around sick, hurt, and dying people, and not being able to help.
And yet a part of him wanted to be free of it all. Just to be able to take up and leave. And only have himself to worry about. If only his parents hadn’t died, and he wouldn’t have been left with all this burden and responsibility.