Tales of Alexander McDane
Volume One: Chapter One

Good Evening, I realize your probably in disagreement with me on this trifle of a matter of greeting due to the time of your reading, forgive me, for I am now givin night as my only time of action. You see I am a, well, what your kind call a Vampire. Please excuse my vocabulary it is an adaptation of my new life. As you probably can guess my existance is only possible during the night. But, enough of this, let's get on with my tale.

It was the fall of 1943(A.D.) and no it was not a dark and stormy night. As a matter of fact I recall it was a rather peaceful evening. I was in the local area of Alexandria, Egypt. You see I had recently been given the honor of graduating from my college(A very small virtually un-known place in the appalacion region of North-America.). I had graduated, if it is of any importance with a major in history and a minor in English, including a considerable vernacualr of foriegn and ancient languages. As it just so happens I was assisting my father on a dig in the ruins of the infamous Libary Of Alexandria. It was my primary reason for assisting on this dig to try and gather evidence on my theory of Atlantis as the Garden of Eden. I know, I know, it sounds rather odd of an educated man, but it was still a theory. So, as I was saying, this was one of many digs I had acompanied my father on, yet this was of the most memorable, considering my new-found educated status. We were excavating a portion of the ruins, when oddly we chanced upon some very unussual scrolls in a sealed portion of the buried ruins. As we were so luck, they were in Summerian, a language I had mastered in my studies. So I stayed up, and after considerable strain and difficuly I translated the mysterious scrolls. We found them to be some sort of riddle or ancient joke. Little did I know this the begging to my un-lifes task and struggle.

Close to dawn, me and my father decided to each keep a translated copy, as we hid a third with the original, as a precaution that helped, possibly even save me. After we had slept very little we were awoken by some rather hostile Nazi soliders. They demanded the transalations from us, as I handed over my document, my father withheld his, for reasons I could not discern. They shouted on and on about espionage and some very unussual accusations, which I was sure they could prove nothing of the sort. They violently and thoughtlessly slaughtered my father when they discovered him destroying his version. After which they seem to conclude mine as a false copy and was to precede to dispose of me in the same manner. Yet luckly for me, and very much on the opposite end for them my future sire acompanied by a small coterie of Lupines saved my sorry ass. (I hate Nazis almost as much as I can't stand snakes: possible relation).

It was later (much later) revealed to me the importance of my find, after I had been "embraced," and deemed worthy by my sire (you know being embraced is about as much fun as being smacked by a Siberian tiger.) Well, my sire ended up with the scrolls, they're translation, and a new tool for his mission. Which gave me a purpose, and an excuse for doing what I love. I had to work on one of the most secretive and mysterious puzzles ever created. He taught me everything I needed to know; how to keep my temper at bay, how to manipulate my body, even how to use the very beastial power now endowed to me. To make sure I maintained pyschological stabillity, he even swore me to a code of honor. I didn't discover until later about the Lupine he had follow me, whom I owe for saving my carcess on several occasions. Although I've never met the guy, I know he's there somewhere always watching my back.

And thats pretty much it, 'cept for the fact I've uncovered a few other artifacts. All of which are in my sire's possesion. I am still on the trail, and I'll finish this puzzle, 'cause it's what I do, what I've always done, and what I'll do for eternity.

-Alexander McDane-

This is the first and hopefully not the last of this Indiana Jones-like fanfic by Matthew Gil, or Glitch, as some call him. It is about Alexander McDane, I know, but the man is almost exactly like Indy (besides the fact that he's a vampire). He said that we would only post more if the fans ask for it, so by all means, EMAIL HIM!