Adonis

Biography
Adonis sired Raven in 1606 after killing a victim who she stumbled upon. When she fell she crushed her baby. She slit her throat with the knife he had killed the woman with, and Adonis quickly turned her. " 

Origins [The Past]
1606

''The stale smell of the street suffocated Raven the moment she exited the workhouse, hit first by the smell and taste of mud, then the acrid odor of urine. Horses clomped by the cobblestone streets carrying unfortunate riders in rickety carriages, who were passing through. No one with a carriage stopped in Foxhaven if they had any sense.''

''It was freezing out in the street. In her arms her daughter had finally stopped squalling but it wasn’t because she was any less cold, she’d simply given in, given up. She passed down where the shadows grew deepest, the doilies and gloves she’d made to sell stuffed deep in her pockets. She could have gone the long way, but she’d cut through the alley many times before, always taking a cursory look. She stared between the two brick building, and seeing no one decided to cut through.''

''The sound of her thin shoes against stone is the only one, other than the beginning droplets of rain falling from the sky and lightly landing, coating the ground. A chill runs up Raven’s spine, caused not by the nip in the air. She quickens her pace, the darkness of the narrow alley increasing her anxiety. Generally, Raven admired the night, but when she was alone with her baby it was to be feared.''

''She only hurries faster, almost at a jog when she suddenly trips on something thick, tumbling to the ground. She screams out in anguish, realizing she was going to crush her daughter as she falls. She feels the baby’s soft body squished beneath her as her head collides with the stone. The world goes blurry, her vision sliding and clouding up with more blackness than had been there before.''

Feet come in to her view as she loses consciousness."

''When Raven comes to, she’s propped up against a building, still in that same alley. She lifts glazed eyes to admire the shadow of a man standing above her. Her head is still too foggy to properly understand what’s going on.'' ''“I’m sorry,” a deep voice tells her in a way that’s surprisingly lacking any emotion at all. The figure kneels down in front of her, face twisted demonically and eyes a bright yellow. “You tripped on my leftovers.” He turns his head to the side, angling her chin to do the same.''

''Raven’s eyes widen as she discovers the bloody broken body of a well-dressed woman. Her limbs are bent in obscure angles and a small jagged knife sticks out of the middle of her chest.''

''“You’re a… demon,” Raven manages, eyes staring straight in to his. He still touches her chin gently. “My.. my…” she tries, swallowing hard. “My daughter.”''

''“Yes…” Adonis angles his head at her, investigating her face. Rain comes down more steadily now, soaking her hair. “Unfortunately, you broke her tiny body in your fall.”''

''Despite her unwillingness to, Raven processes what he’s saying immediately, her lips curling as a sob frees from her throat. “No,” she cries, her arms reaching out like she’s pushing this man away so she can get to her child. She can see the wet blanket limply draped over her from here. “Let me see!” She shouts inconsolably, shoving at his immovable chest.''

''He gently reaches out and grabs her wrists, squeezing. She can’t move.''

''“I will pardon you,” he says emptily, holding her hands. “On account that I am responsible for the death of your child.”''

''Raven is still a sobbing mess, aware that she is having an encounter with the Foxhaven serial killer, a mysterious man that undoubtedly was responsible for the deaths of nine women in the village. Her bleary eyes look toward the distorted body of his latest kill. Ten women.''

“My daughter,” she whispers brokenly.

''“I will leave you now,” Adonis releases a wrist but grips her chin, rubbing a strong finger across her quaking lower lip. “Do not speak of me to others, or I will return to your bedside, and I will revoke my pardoning.” In a flash he’s standing and beginning to walk away, his shoulders taut.''

''With a loud grunt, Raven runs to the dead body of the woman. She knows her daughter is long gone by now. She tears the knife from the woman’s limp chest and holds the point to her neck. As Adonis turns to look at her, she stares back at him with wet eyes and in an instant she slits her throat.''

''Adonis gasps, running at her with vampiric speed. He presses his hands to the gushing wound, sickly grunting sounds leaving her body as the sound of blood spilling to the stone fills the area. It doesn’t take long to decide, and he leans in to taste the thick redness seeping through his fingers. He doesn’t take much, as she’s already lost so much, before he uses his fang to cut a long thin line in his arm. He presses it to her mouth and she greedily swipes her tongue across, instinct taking over.''

''“That’s it, girl,” Adonis presses her face to the wound, uncertain if this was going to work. A moment later, her eyes are rolling, and she is dead. Only time would tell if he actually succeeded. He already knew what pushed him to do something he did so infrequently. He hadn’t made another vampire in several years, but Raven had instantly drawn him in the moment he saw her face. He had swept hair away from her face while she lay unconscious beside her dead baby that he had been responsible for, and he knew he wanted to make up for it somehow. If he did not turn her, she would spend the rest of her life grieving until she died of some disease. He was almost going to let it happen, too, if she had not proven the worth of her life in the spur of a moment’s agony.''

''If she made it through this, he was going to show her the world. And so, so many other dead infants.''

1723

''She hadn’t expected him to come home when he did. It had been longer than it usually was, but things had reached a point where his return would be sudden no matter what. Pixie was just beginning to adjust to her new diet, and Raven was giving the child her last meal before daylight when Adonis arrived.''

''	Raven felt his presence before she heard the door opening and she left Pixie in what was now her room to greet her companion at the door. Although she was nervous to introduce him to her childe, she was relieved she didn’t have to start worrying about him.''

''	“Love,” she runs to kiss him but he’s stiff against her. She pulls back. “My love?”''

''	“Who is here?” He moves past her, stopping at the doorway to watch. A little vampire is suckling on the neck of a peasant boy. He’s already dead. “You found a child?” He watches Pixie, stunned. Vampire children were quite rare. Many thought it to be unethical in the supernatural world, and would kill one on sight. Adonis didn’t necessarily feel this way, he just didn’t care to be in the company of a child for eternity.''

''	“I didn’t just find her,” Raven says quietly, watching his face. It was always unreadable, but she’s prepared for him to turn a violent hand on her. “I created her. A few days ago.”''

''	“You did what?” His eyes are intense. She looks down.''

''	“She was violated by a soldier and left to die. Her parents were killed.”''

''	“And so?” This is no excuse to him. “Your heart, what? Bleeds for the girl?” Her sympathy angers him. Being merciful was not in her nature. He’d seen her kill children before, nothing made this girl different.''

''	“She killed without hesitance, she tore into his skull,” Raven pleads, speaking highly of the girl. “I call her Pixie.”''

''	Adonis laughs thickly. He could feel this would end up being a mistake, and if he didn’t do it himself Raven would probably lose patience and stake the girl. “Very well, let’s meet this hungry Pixie, then.”''

	She leads him in to the room where Pixie is having herself a feast within one child’s body.

''	“Pixie, honey, I think that’s enough. He’s practically a shell,” she laughs shortly, somewhat nervous.''

''	Pixie lifted her head from the hollow of the boys neck, his soft red hair tickling her cheek as she did. The man that stood next to mother was what she would consider looming. She turned for one final lick of the boys neck then let him go, the blood dripping messily from her lips. She wiped it off with the cuff of her white dress. “Is this Father?”''

''	Adonis’ ears perk - he sort of smiles in the confusion. “Excuse me?” He looks at Raven. “You’re forcing her to call me father?”''

''	“No,” Raven stops short. “I’m just as stunned as you.” she takes Adonis’ hand, squeezing. “She’s really taken to me, and I to her. Please don’t stake her.” She looks in to his eyes, moving close. His body is stiff, his eyes empty. “My devotion to you is just as pure, I’d do anything…”''

''	He looks back at the child. She wipes her red mouth on the boy’s shirt like a napkin.''

''	He looks back at Raven and grunts. This satisfies Raven, who hugs him tightly.''

Appearance
A pale skinned vampire with thick black hair.

Romantic
Raven
 * Adonis sired Raven in 1606 after killing a victim who she stumbled upon. When she fell she crushed her baby. She slit her throat with the knife he had killed the woman with, and Adonis quickly turned her. " The stale smell of the street suffocated Raven the moment she exited the workhouse, hit first by the smell and taste of mud, then the acrid odor of urine. Horses clomped by the cobblestone streets carrying unfortunate riders in rickety carriages, who were passing through. No one with a carriage stopped in Foxhaven if they had any sense.

''It was freezing out in the street. In her arms her daughter had finally stopped squalling but it wasn’t because she was any less cold, she’d simply given in, given up. She passed down where the shadows grew deepest, the doilies and gloves she’d made to sell stuffed deep in her pockets. She could have gone the long way, but she’d cut through the alley many times before, always taking a cursory look. She stared between the two brick building, and seeing no one decided to cut through.''

''The sound of her thin shoes against stone is the only one, other than the beginning droplets of rain falling from the sky and lightly landing, coating the ground. A chill runs up Raven’s spine, caused not by the nip in the air. She quickens her pace, the darkness of the narrow alley increasing her anxiety. Generally, Raven admired the night, but when she was alone with her baby it was to be feared.''

''She only hurries faster, almost at a jog when she suddenly trips on something thick, tumbling to the ground. She screams out in anguish, realizing she was going to crush her daughter as she falls. She feels the baby’s soft body squished beneath her as her head collides with the stone. The world goes blurry, her vision sliding and clouding up with more blackness than had been there before.''

Feet come in to her view as she loses consciousness."

''When Raven comes to, she’s propped up against a building, still in that same alley. She lifts glazed eyes to admire the shadow of a man standing above her. Her head is still too foggy to properly understand what’s going on.''

''“I’m sorry,” a deep voice tells her in a way that’s surprisingly lacking any emotion at all. The figure kneels down in front of her, face twisted demonically and eyes a bright yellow. “You tripped on my leftovers.” He turns his head to the side, angling her chin to do the same.''

''Raven’s eyes widen as she discovers the bloody broken body of a well-dressed woman. Her limbs are bent in obscure angles and a small jagged knife sticks out of the middle of her chest.''

''“You’re a… demon,” Raven manages, eyes staring straight in to his. He still touches her chin gently. “My.. my…” she tries, swallowing hard. “My daughter.”''

''“Yes…” Adonis angles his head at her, investigating her face. Rain comes down more steadily now, soaking her hair. “Unfortunately, you broke her tiny body in your fall.”''

''Despite her unwillingness to, Raven processes what he’s saying immediately, her lips curling as a sob frees from her throat. “No,” she cries, her arms reaching out like she’s pushing this man away so she can get to her child. She can see the wet blanket limply draped over her from here. “Let me see!” She shouts inconsolably, shoving at his immovable chest.''

''He gently reaches out and grabs her wrists, squeezing. She can’t move.''

''“I will pardon you,” he says emptily, holding her hands. “On account that I am responsible for the death of your child.”''

''Raven is still a sobbing mess, aware that she is having an encounter with the Foxhaven serial killer, a mysterious man that undoubtedly was responsible for the deaths of nine women in the village. Her bleary eyes look toward the distorted body of his latest kill. Ten women.''

“My daughter,” she whispers brokenly.

''“I will leave you now,” Adonis releases a wrist but grips her chin, rubbing a strong finger across her quaking lower lip. “Do not speak of me to others, or I will return to your bedside, and I will revoke my pardoning.” In a flash he’s standing and beginning to walk away, his shoulders taut.''

''With a loud grunt, Raven runs to the dead body of the woman. She knows her daughter is long gone by now. She tears the knife from the woman’s limp chest and holds the point to her neck. As Adonis turns to look at her, she stares back at him with wet eyes and in an instant she slits her throat.''

''Adonis gasps, running at her with vampiric speed. He presses his hands to the gushing wound, sickly grunting sounds leaving her body as the sound of blood spilling to the stone fills the area. It doesn’t take long to decide, and he leans in to taste the thick redness seeping through his fingers. He doesn’t take much, as she’s already lost so much, before he uses his fang to cut a long thin line in his arm. He presses it to her mouth and she greedily swipes her tongue across, instinct taking over.''

''“That’s it, girl,” Adonis presses her face to the wound, uncertain if this was going to work. A moment later, her eyes are rolling, and she is dead. Only time would tell if he actually succeeded. He already knew what pushed him to do something he did so infrequently. He hadn’t made another vampire in several years, but Raven had instantly drawn him in the moment he saw her face. He had swept hair away from her face while she lay unconscious beside her dead baby that he had been responsible for, and he knew he wanted to make up for it somehow. If he did not turn her, she would spend the rest of her life grieving until she died of some disease. He was almost going to let it happen, too, if she had not proven the worth of her life in the spur of a moment’s agony.''

''If she made it through this, he was going to show her the world. And so, so many other dead infants.'' Pixie
 * Upon returning from days of whoring and killing with Castor, Adonis returns home to find that Raven's sired a little girl. He at first is upset but warms to the idea. "She hadn’t expected him to come home when he did. It had been longer than it usually was, but things had reached a point where his return would be sudden no matter what. Pixie was just beginning to adjust to her new diet, and Raven was giving the child her last meal before daylight when Adonis arrived.

''	Raven felt his presence before she heard the door opening and she left Pixie in what was now her room to greet her companion at the door. Although she was nervous to introduce him to her childe, she was relieved she didn’t have to start worrying about him.''

''	“Love,” she runs to kiss him but he’s stiff against her. She pulls back. “My love?”''

''	“Who is here?” He moves past her, stopping at the doorway to watch. A little vampire is suckling on the neck of a peasant boy. He’s already dead. “You found a child?” He watches Pixie, stunned. Vampire children were quite rare. Many thought it to be unethical in the supernatural world, and would kill one on sight. Adonis didn’t necessarily feel this way, he just didn’t care to be in the company of a child for eternity.''

''	“I didn’t just find her,” Raven says quietly, watching his face. It was always unreadable, but she’s prepared for him to turn a violent hand on her. “I created her. A few days ago.”''

''	“You did what?” His eyes are intense. She looks down.''

''	“She was violated by a soldier and left to die. Her parents were killed.”''

''	“And so?” This is no excuse to him. “Your heart, what? Bleeds for the girl?” Her sympathy angers him. Being merciful was not in her nature. He’d seen her kill children before, nothing made this girl different.''

''	“She killed without hesitance, she tore into his skull,” Raven pleads, speaking highly of the girl. “I call her Pixie.”''

''	Adonis laughs thickly. He could feel this would end up being a mistake, and if he didn’t do it himself Raven would probably lose patience and stake the girl. “Very well, let’s meet this hungry Pixie, then.”''

	She leads him in to the room where Pixie is having herself a feast within one child’s body.

''	“Pixie, honey, I think that’s enough. He’s practically a shell,” she laughs shortly, somewhat nervous.''

''	Pixie lifted her head from the hollow of the boys neck, his soft red hair tickling her cheek as she did. The man that stood next to mother was what she would consider looming. She turned for one final lick of the boys neck then let him go, the blood dripping messily from her lips. She wiped it off with the cuff of her white dress. “Is this Father?”''

''	Adonis’ ears perk - he sort of smiles in the confusion. “Excuse me?” He looks at Raven. “You’re forcing her to call me father?”''

''	“No,” Raven stops short. “I’m just as stunned as you.” she takes Adonis’ hand, squeezing. “She’s really taken to me, and I to her. Please don’t stake her.” She looks in to his eyes, moving close. His body is stiff, his eyes empty. “My devotion to you is just as pure, I’d do anything…”''

''	He looks back at the child. She wipes her red mouth on the boy’s shirt like a napkin.''

''	He looks back at Raven and grunts. This satisfies Raven, who hugs him tightly."'' Solea
 * Solea met Adonis in 1974, they initially attack each other but he accepts that she is there in finding her amusing.