So, I know this doesn't exactly resemble *hell*- sue me, I'm an artist.  And maybe I don't exactly think of my new life as being any sort of hell, whatsoever...but I thought the title sounded good, and it's sort of expected that vampires consider themselves evil- and doomed- and you know all the rest.

Do I consider myself doomed?  Don't make me laugh.

So anyway, here you are...probably still sitting there, trying to figure out exactly who I am.  Let me introduce myself:  my name is Angel, and I'm the only fledgling of Daniel Molloy.

What?  I know, I know.  My name doesn't sound familiar, does it?  Well, I'm sorry.  I had the misfortune to be made *after* the last chronicle was written...you remember the one...Memnoch the Devil?  The book that some of you out there are still trying to pretend never exsisted?

Well, the book exsists....and everything that happened in it is 100% accurate, even if you choose not to believe it.  And I'm eternally grateful that for that.....because without Memnoch, I'd probably still be a struggling mortal artist, living in a one room studio apartment, in New York City.

What else can I tell you about myself?  I'm certainly the youngest vampire in existence....Marius- who, if you go by mortal terms, is my great grandfather- declared back in 1984 (after Lestat's damned concert) that no new vampires were to be made.  Of course, Lestat didn't listen to that rule any more than he listens to *anything* that anyone says...and he made David Talbot one of us, in 1990.  But everyone else seemed to listen...and they abided by the rule.  Well, until Daniel was faced with the fact that Armand was dead...something that I tried to vehemently dispute...which resulted in my untimely death, and my birth into darkness.  Not that I'm complaining, of course- Daniel, if you're reading this, you know that I don't blame you for what you did.  And Marius...how could Marius be angry with Daniel for making me?  I was the one that helped Marius find Armand, who was very much alive...contrary to popular belief.  But I'm jumping all over the place, aren't I?

So, we've established the fact that I'm the youngest vampire in exsistence...and undoubtedly, the weakest.  But, I'm not overly concerned with power.  When you're immortal- who really cares who's stronger than whom?  You're gonna live forever...and that's nothing to sneeze at.  Besides, from what I've seen, and from the other immortals that I've met, no one really knows how strong any of us *really* are.  A vampires true powers are a very well guarded secret.

While the others may outmatch me in brute strength- I have my own area in which I excell...and that's mind reading.  I happen to be a pretty damn good telepath- something that I carried over from my mortal days, without even realizing it.  I can even keep Armand locked out of my head, if I want to- and if any of you know Armand, you'll know that's quite an accomplishment.  He's even been helping me sharpen this little talent of mine...so, in a few years...well, who knows.

Obviously, if you haven't noticed by now, I love to talk...I could probably go on for hours on end, without even realizing that you're bored to death.  So, I think for your sake, I'll cut this short for now, and let you decide where you want to go from here.  Right now, there's not much, except for a couple of pages dedicated to my two closest companions- but hey, what do you expect?  I might be immortal, and have all the time in the free world to work on this webpage stuff, but...well, let's be honest here.  There are much better ways of spending the time. ;-)

So, one of these days- when I actually *feel* like it, I'll have some stuff on these pages, about what my mortal life was like.  Right now, you can read about Armand and Daniel- hell, you're probably more interested in them, anyway.  You can be honest here....

And maybe if you're in the mood, you can sign my guestbook before you leave here.  C'mon.  Make a lonely fledglings night.