- Sun Jan 28, 2018 1:54 pm
See his armor? Christ on a cracker, Cox was really serious wasn’t he? The SEAL’s eyes briefly flicked in the direction Matt gestured before returning to grin at his friend. Ev didn’t see any armor or anything like that, but then again it was probably not sitting out in the living room for everyone to oogle at, now was it? ‘The Devil of London’. Yeah, sounded like Choir Boy’s brand of dramatic flair, Ev chuckled to himself as Matt asked him more personal questions. He sighed softly, not surprised that the tide of conversation had turned back around to himself now that Matt’s big secret was out.
Ev stretched and sat back comfortably in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head easily. “When? Uh…” He blew out his lips as he thought about the timeframe on his change. “Was sumwhere around the end of December twenty-ten or beginning of January twenty-eleven, best I can figure,” he answered at last, shrugging a bit and bringing his arms down to rest on the chair. “Wasn’t a real good situation,” he added, more seriously. “And no, I had no idea anything magical was real beforehand…”
The vampire sighed again, trying to decide how to start the tale of how he was turned and how he came to be a vampire. “You mighta heard about a terrorist cell or a piracy cartel runnin’ along the southern Caribbean back about the beginning of 2010? Venezuela and a few other countries along the northern coast of South America were gettin’ hit pretty hard by raiders and a lotta innocent people were gettin’ killed or kidnapped. The SEALs were called in to track down and eliminate the threat; I think y’all SBS bullfrogs were on the shortlist for gettin’ shit did too, but we were closer and had worked in the area before.” Ev sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
“Well, to make a long story a little bit shorter, myself and three of my men were the team sent to infiltrate and take out the cartel. Only our intel was only half-right. Intel said it was a new drug cartel that had teamed up with local pirates to take over the coastlines. It was mostly true. They weren’t a drug cartel, they were a cult, I guess you’d call ‘em, of wizards obsessed with eternal life.” He paused, remembering the landing on the Venezuelan beach that September night, getting shot in the ambush and watching helplessly as his team was gunned down while he bled out in the sand… Ev shook himself slightly and continued on. “We were ambushed as soon as we made the beach. I took the first bullet to the chest and my boys were taken down not long after… I wasn’t quite dead yet, so they captured me and took me back to their base. That was September 2010. Took me til mid-November to decide I wasn’t gonna die, and I got to know the guy in the cage next to me. He’d been there for about five months before I showed up and he told me he was a Nosferatu, a born vampire. We got friendly and once I was recovered a bit more, we made an escape plan. See, Max had been starved but not enough to kill him, just enough to keep him too weak to do anything, so he needed a little bit of blood to be strong enough to even walk out of there, so I agreed to feed him. Max couldn’t stop; he was too far gone in his hunger. He killed me, and then turned me as the only apology he could make…” Ev finally fell silent, staring into space a bit as he recalled the carnage he had wrecked on their captors when he had come to as a newly-turned vampire…