of
depression that I did not know vampires could suffer. I had not known any
others who had a family at the time of their change. I had discussed this with
Lorelei once and she too understood where I came from. She could understand my
pain but she could not fully comprehend it since she herself never bore
children.
Over the next few weeks I
knew that Jack had toyed with the idea of travel to Italy to introduce me to
Ambrogio the Mad. Yet I was unsure of why he tried to keep his intentions
secret. My understanding of Ambrogio is that he sleeps and only wakes for the
harvest of his vineyard. He awakened for maybe two months out of the year. Jack
is hoping that my patience and compassion with the old ones is enough to wake
Ambrogio up.
I knew he was impressed
by me and it gave him some type of hope, but I was unsure what kind of hope he
was expecting. I would only get glimpses of Jack’s mind, and then he would shut
me out again. From what I could gather, Ambrogio had been Jack’s mentor and
friend for a while, then Ambrogio began to slumber more and soon enough he was
not around. Jack soon left Ambrogio’s company and that is how Jack found
himself in Europe and then New Orleans. These were times that Jack masqueraded as
one of the living and enjoyed the company of the finer nobility. That is until
he erred and ended up in New Orleans.
From what I could tell
Ambrogio’s mind broke when he lost the love of his life. After which he was
never the same. He would be quick to anger and these days he spent his time in
slumber. Modern science would say he is depressed and needs Zoloft; however,
this does not work on us.
I knew that Ambrogio
lives in an old Roman Villa with a beautiful vineyard. He came from a family of
one of Rome’s finest winemakers. He himself is kind when he is lucid. Which he
is rarely ever. Amborigo’s recipe for wine is a family secret which he has
perfected with the passage of time. He continued with the tradition of making
wine the ancient way. Every few centuries he establishes himself a new. He
continues to live in the villa of his family. Which in today’s age has modern
amenities. His villa has been featured in several magazines and the humans know
him to be reclusive. The do not know that he is a vampire.
Most of Ambrogio’s time
has been spent on making paintings of the love he lost. He painted her as he
remembered her and would paint her in the fashion of that era. After a time, he
would then disappear for decades, centuries lost in his despair. I never knew a
vampire who had loved the way Ambrogio had loved. I think Jack was hoping that
in some way I could help Ambrogio, but I was not sure how.
While I toyed with the
idea of travel to meet the mysterious Ambrogio, I could feel my own despair
deepen. I tried to keep busy as much as I could. I bought new books to read and
I devoured them ten a day. Jack and I discussed religion, philosophy, science
and math. Math is a subject I came to understand even though I despised it as a
human, yet in my new life I was quick to understand the complexity and the
beauty of it.
Jack was baffled when I began
to study the stars at night. It was strange to be able to actually see the
stars without the use of glasses. Astrology is something that as a human had
never intrigued me. Now, I was learning at a rate I did not know existed. I
learned the names of the stars, the galaxies, and the comets. The first time I
saw the Milky Way I was enchanted by the beauty of it. I had never seen it so
up close. The clusters of our very universe fascinated me, it was difficult to
imagine a beauty beyond our own world if you have never experienced it here.
I loved to run to and
from London, the crisp air felt good on my skin the way the air blew my hair. I
loved the freedom it gave me. I loved to go shopping in London, unfortunately I
had to take the car whenever I did go. Jack and I argued about this, but I was
not entirely sure why. I knew he was definitely keeping
depression that I did not know vampires could suffer. I had not known any
others who had a family at the time of their change. I had discussed this with
Lorelei once and she too understood where I came from. She could understand my
pain but she could not fully comprehend it since she herself never bore
children.
Over the next few weeks I
knew that Jack had toyed with the idea of travel to Italy to introduce me to
Ambrogio the Mad. Yet I was unsure of why he tried to keep his intentions
secret. My understanding of Ambrogio is that he sleeps and only wakes for the
harvest of his vineyard. He awakened for maybe two months out of the year. Jack
is hoping that my patience and compassion with the old ones is enough to wake
Ambrogio up.
I knew he was impressed
by me and it gave him some type of hope, but I was unsure what kind of hope he
was expecting. I would only get glimpses of Jack’s mind, and then he would shut
me out again. From what I could gather, Ambrogio had been Jack’s mentor and
friend for a while, then Ambrogio began to slumber more and soon enough he was
not around. Jack soon left Ambrogio’s company and that is how Jack found
himself in Europe and then New Orleans. These were times that Jack masqueraded as
one of the living and enjoyed the company of the finer nobility. That is until
he erred and ended up in New Orleans.
From what I could tell
Ambrogio’s mind broke when he lost the love of his life. After which he was
never the same. He would be quick to anger and these days he spent his time in
slumber. Modern science would say he is depressed and needs Zoloft; however,
this does not work on us.
I knew that Ambrogio
lives in an old Roman Villa with a beautiful vineyard. He came from a family of
one of Rome’s finest winemakers. He himself is kind when he is lucid. Which he
is rarely ever. Amborigo’s recipe for wine is a family secret which he has
perfected with the passage of time. He continued with the tradition of making
wine the ancient way. Every few centuries he establishes himself a new. He
continues to live in the villa of his family. Which in today’s age has modern
amenities. His villa has been featured in several magazines and the humans know
him to be reclusive. The do not know that he is a vampire.
Most of Ambrogio’s time
has been spent on making paintings of the love he lost. He painted her as he
remembered her and would paint her in the fashion of that era. After a time, he
would then disappear for decades, centuries lost in his despair. I never knew a
vampire who had loved the way Ambrogio had loved. I think Jack was hoping that
in some way I could help Ambrogio, but I was not sure how.
While I toyed with the
idea of travel to meet the mysterious Ambrogio, I could feel my own despair
deepen. I tried to keep busy as much as I could. I bought new books to read and
I devoured them ten a day. Jack and I discussed religion, philosophy, science
and math. Math is a subject I came to understand even though I despised it as a
human, yet in my new life I was quick to understand the complexity and the
beauty of it.
Jack was baffled when I began
to study the stars at night. It was strange to be able to actually see the
stars without the use of glasses. Astrology is something that as a human had
never intrigued me. Now, I was learning at a rate I did not know existed. I
learned the names of the stars, the galaxies, and the comets. The first time I
saw the Milky Way I was enchanted by the beauty of it. I had never seen it so
up close. The clusters of our very universe fascinated me, it was difficult to
imagine a beauty beyond our own world if you have never experienced it here.
I loved to run to and
from London, the crisp air felt good on my skin the way the air blew my hair. I
loved the freedom it gave me. I loved to go shopping in London, unfortunately I
had to take the car whenever I did go. Jack and I argued about this, but I was
not entirely sure why. I knew he was definitely keeping
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