I'm Coming Out! [Side Story: Exposed!]

[Wilson]

Wilson hung up up the phone. Marshall Recreational Services wanted to ‘possibly’ meet with him. He frowned as he tried to place how he got invited into the big leagues. Business hadn’t been awful, in fact it had been decent. He had a secretary slash assistant. Yes he had some ties to some sketchy underworld, cue the quoty fingers, clients. But all in all, they were more honest than most of his self proclaimed high brow innocent clients.

So why did this seemingly above board company want him? Most likely, they wanted something buried. Wiped out of existence. What horrible thing have they done and need to hide? Wilson shoved a file folder in his briefcase along with a zip drive and a .45. Just in case. Should they call back, he needed to have things handy and with him. He had some things to take care of before taking on a new client. Especially one of this high visibility.

First things first.. He need to check out Marshall Recreational Services and he couldn’t do that from here. Sure he could do some generic computer search and find their website and see what they actually sell or do. But he wanted to know what they ‘really’ were like, and for that he needed to talk to Eddie. Eddie was a wizard with firewalls and encryption software. If you really wanted to know what a company was like.. A quick perusal of their intranet tended to give him a good idea.

Four fruitless hours later, Wilson was parked in a parking lot watching the building where Marshall Recreational Services called home. Eddie’s magic fingers failed to find a way into the business’s intranet. He had never known Eddie to fail before. But tonight he had. That just piqued Wilson’s curiosity all the more. That kind of high security, was not typical. Eddie had assured him, it was not an off the shelf type of security. It was custom. When a company had custom security, it meant they had secrets to hide.

Secrets could be anything. They could be how much money the company made all the way to recipes. There was more security in food businesses than in the military. In fact most big food companies had retired military handle security. But, a recreational company; why would they need custom state of the art security? Maybe because they helped cover up celebrity indiscretions. Even if they didn’t hire him, it wouldn’t hurt to stake them out a bit more, see what he could surmise from a night watching the building.

[Enver Marshall II]

With the interview concluded and Ms Knight retaining the position, Enver had no hesitation with moving on with his own personal agenda for the night. Grace was in his office at a table, coloring away ferociously as any typical three, almost four year old would be doing, getting the occasional eye glance from Janine as instructed by Enver. She wasn't sure when her job entailed baby sitting duties, but wouldn't voice her opinion until a time arose where it needed to be voiced, strictly because she made a decent salary and had the best vacation and benefit package of all her friends and family. Deep down the job was secure, paid well and afforded Janine a pretty extravagant lifestyle for that of a glorified secretary. And she knew it too.

"I saw pretty lady." Grace perked up when Enver returned to his large office space, crayons placed on the table before she sprang up to life. "She work here?" Grace asked as her arms wrapped around Enver's leg and he more or less dragged her to where his chair was at. Before he sat down, his hands pried her arms from around his legs while he chuckled. "Yes. She works here. Not because she's pretty though. That's not how things work, Grace. People get jobs because they are qualified to do them, or trusted to be able to do them." Enver explained the concept that went over any three and a half year old's head. "Lizzie pretty too." Enver nodded his head, plopped Grace on his lap and sighed. "She is. I always had this theory..." He trailed off, not wanting to explain to her that Enver had always thought vampires were pretty vain creatures, surrounding themselves with the most beautiful of the human race since the day he was sired. "We'll call them later tonight. When things are more calm." Enver said as he dropped the leather folder on the table so he could point to the table. "Why don't you show me what you're coloring, kiddo?" Enver spun the chair so that Grace to catapolt herself from the chair to go get the pictures to show off.

While she did this, Enver thought about Lizzie and her own daughter. He in no way wanted them tied to him because these might be dangerous times. While Enver typically had the best of intentions, that didn't mean what he did was right or would be understood. The decision to come out or not, was strictly Lizzie's choice and whatever she choose, he would support and understand. She had as much at stake as she did in some regards, but Enver hoped his choice and the way he approached things would be taken kindly by the masses. Time would tell.

As Grace showed off her pictures, his email sprang to life on his computer to the left of the desk. Ms Knight had sorted out the details with Janine as instructed and apparently followed through with his directions, Enver found out once he opened the email. He glanced at the time, gave Grace a pat on the head and then set her on the ground. "I'm going to send Janine in here for a little bit. Daddy has to go back to work." He stood, opened his drawer and pulled out a sucker for her and offered it after Enver unwrapped it. After two giant hugs to his legs, Enver was finally able to leave the office and head back to the meeting room where he suspected Indigo was either already at, or making her way to.

"Miss Knight." Enver said after he pushed the door open and saw her sitting there. He took a seat to the left of her, grabbed a notepad he had left in the middle of the table and a pen with the companies emblem and name on it. "While we have some time on our hands...as absurd of a question that this might be...how do you feel about vampires?" Enver glanced to his right to take in her facial expressions, the way her body reacted to the question as well, while he listened to her reply, listening for the tone and word usages in her sentence structure.

[Indigo]

“Mr. Marshall.”

Indigo stood up releasing the work at hand briefly to wait for him to sit before she did. He was the boss after all. Once he claimed the chair to the left of her she sat down and turned enough so that she could give him her full attention. She intended to ask him what he thought of the lawyer she proposed would fit what he was looking for. It never really happened. Instead he brought up a question she expected least of all, especially so soon. Inviting indigo orbs looked at him for a few moments waiting to make sure there would not be something else tagged on to the topic on his part. Once she was sure he was leaving it as he asked she closed her lap top and held her hand over it to absorb the warmth it provided.

“I feel strongly about them.” Her gaze slid down the bridge of his nose to the hard line of his cheekbones. “Just like politics,Sir, if we cannot agree to respectfully have differences of opinion then we will not be discussing such.”

The allurist was firm in her tone, pride perhaps evident in the subtle lift of her chin while her shoulders stayed relaxed. She was comfortable with who she was, what she was. There would never be a moment she would feel anything but that. Perhaps others wanted to hide, to feel they owed those around them some sort of allowance of not having it in their face. Humans mattered, yes, but there was no one living or undead that was putting her in some sort of closet. Indigo would not compromise her dignity or self-worth to appease anyone and make it easier for them by denying the truth.

“If you have any designs on asking to see my fangs or checking my pulse I will remind you I was hired to be your personal assistant which I am qualified to do. Whatever else beyond that will not be scrutinized. I will do my job and exceed your expectations.” She didn’t deviate her focus away from him. “If you cannot accept me for what I am then perhaps we will have a few issues to set to the side in the common goal of your future success.”

She didn’t ask if he was one of those who were running with the groups that she had heard about who were more than willing to exterminate their own kind. Like the ones who hunted Adley down. Her right leg crossed over the left yet her arms did not fold up in front of her signaling she was defensive. She was far from it. She was sitting there waiting for his response while her hand stayed nice and warm over the top of her lap top.

“Strongly, Sir.” Her voice piped up once more. Hopefully it would be the last she had to make it clear. “I feel strongly if that answers your question.”

Indigo didn’t ask him how he felt. It had zero to do with her job as his personal assistant. She could be completely professional and keep her views and her fangs out of the time she was on his clock.

[Wilson]

Wilson had watched the building for several hours. The lights stayed on well after midnight. He even saw vague shadowed outlines of people moving inside. All that told him, was that either the company ran three shifts… or the company was working around the clock to do damage control… or.. They had vampire employees. But other than those three, very unsubstantiated, theories, he had nothing. He saw no one coming and going. So he had zero leads to go with. Except possibly the vampire theory.

Yes Wilson was acquainted with vampires. He had several vampire clients. He could possibly, put the word out to one or two of them for a heads up type of thing. But that was actually jumping the gun. He had no proof that vampires were even involved. And with all the news lately about vampires, Wilson was not ready to stir a nest that could put a spotlight on that segment of society. Why? Because that segment of society was hellaciously deadly. He had seen it first hand. The last thing he wanted to do was to have a some angry vampires out to drain him dry.. In more than one sense.

At two am, Wilson called it a night. He wasn’t going to learn anything more about this company by staring at the building. He had hoped to see at least one person leave, so he could tail them, pull their rap sheet if they had one, so he had something in his back pocket to negotiate with. He hated going into business with nothing. That meant he had to rely on his client’s honesty. And everyone knew .. people who hired lawyers had **** to hide. It was always in Wilson’s best interests to know what they were hiding so he could offer the best advice possible. But people .. for all their wisdom in hiring a lawyer in the first place, they usually lied point blank to their lawyers’ face, trying to convince them, they were not hiding anything. It always ended badly.

Wilson started the car, and then drove to the Riverview cafe. He was too keyed up to sleep. The diner was one of the few places that stayed open late, that he felt safe in. Mainly because you could see anyone coming well before they could enter the place. He liked that. If he needed to get out quick, he could. Sliding into his favorite booth, he nodded to the short order cook, “The usual Jonesy..thanks.”

[Enver Marshall II]

Enver knew better than to interrupt a woman when she was in the middle of a rant. To him it was a simple question, but he could see how it might be perceived as otherwise. Enver had a habit of that sometimes. A question or statement said in a way that people perceived as potentially aggressive or something else. When Indigo was done, Enver sat there and nodded his head in relative silence.

"I actually don't get involved in politics. It's all corrupt in some form or another these days." That statement probably implied that Enver didn't really vote-which was true. The last election he voted in was...well over a decade ago. It was between Kerry and Bush and rumors of things being rigged and other shady dealings were spreading like wildfire just before and after the election. Some of it seemed plausible and even believable to Enver, and from that election onwards, Enver refused to vote again. It seems his vote didn't really matter in the scheme of things, because everything from there on out was 'rigged.' Enver had little faith in the American political system. In fact, he had little faith in any voting system, no matter what it stood for.

"But, I'll have you know that I too, feel STRONGLY about vampires." It was then he grinned, showing off his elongated fangs. Since she more or less came out of the closet and admitted to Enver that she was one, he figured he would do the same. "I ask, because; well Miss Knight, I plan on letting the world know who I really am." His fangs disappeared behind a look of solidity. "This might lead to some possible hardships in your career. I'm sure anyone who is tied to me; professionally or personally might go under the microscope, and that is something I need for you to be aware of. I'm in the middle of writing my life story. Me, before being a vampire, and me after being what I am now. I do not plan on 'outing' anyone who is associated with me in any capacity, but at times may make vague references to individuals who have shaped my life in one aspect or another once I became a vampire."

He paused to rock back and forth in the chair before glancing at the printed email she had sent him. "Which was why I needed you to find me a lawyer as quick as possible. I want people to know that we're not bad...not all of us anyways. Get people seeing the regular, every day Joe vampires as how we are, before they see and hear more and more of the bad things going on. Did you know people are already attributing the deaths of loved ones and increasing crime rates to vampires?" He scoffed before shaking his head. "My lawyers in California advised me to not go forward with the book. To end the story before I became a vampire, but I can't stomach the idea of selling a lie. I'm tired of lying. It's been about four-four and a half years now, and I've not done a single thing wrong. We're good people. The majority." Enver then set the email down between the two of them. "Tell me what you've dug up on this Wilson guy. How long he's been in the business, where he graduated from...things like that, Miss Knight. And finally, do you think he's the man for this job? I can only imagine the vast amounts of logistics he's going to have to deal with. I need someone strong, quick witted and feels just as strongly about vampires."

[Indigo]

Indigo had a habit of tuning out at the mention of politics and whatever was tagged to the topic was for the most part lost on her. She nodded as if it was retained but if asked she would admit the truth. It was not. She would be more likely to listen attentively to a lengthy sermon first. The word ‘strongly’ broke through and grabbed her as effectively as could his hand if he were to suddenly latch onto her arm and shake her. It was in part to the emphasis placed with the tone and of course the flash of proof that was behind the sudden shock of white enamel grinning back at her. Her indigo orbs stayed on the sharp points until the flesh that framed his mouth took away the view of evidence.

Her lips stayed closed and no return of a smile surfaced. This was about him. Mr. Marshall hardly need an offering of supporting expression on her part. He hired her to make things happen, to ease some of his burdens not to appease him. So far him feeling strongly about vampires did nothing for her. It wouldn’t change her stance on the topic. While he went on about coming out she found herself wondering if this was supposed to be a thing. The warnings early on from Adley, Kaspar and Jameson were not so much about it all being a secret that had to be kept hidden. It was more like the topic of politics. She was warned that if she brought it up that she could be signing up for a conversation she would regret surrendering the time to. She continued to listen while he raised the points that this all could have effects on those around him professionally and privately. It didn’t get more than a single blink out of her.

As far as Indigo was concerned she cared less if someone was a vampire, a human, a blood thief, democrat or a republican. She wasn’t that invested in anyone to be that intimate in a discussion outside the hive. It wouldn’t matter to her who was what, when, where or why. However Mr. Marshall, her new boss, she had to obviously and respectfully make a rare and genuine exception. She was responsible for how his professional time flowed which she assumed would be nothing but smooth as glass if she did her job right. He was in the public eye, a high profile member of the entertainment world and it was going to factor into his future relations public and private. He was correct. He was opening up a door and letting the world in if he followed through with his mention of coming out. A book was already in the works. That was news. He was writing a book.

Indigo perked up and shifted her position so that both of her designer heel adorned feet went to the floor beneath the seat she was sitting in. Subtle as it was it helped her feel connected to the world around them. Especially when he brought up the high rate of missing people and it being attributed to the existence of vampires. She was told exactly that by those she cared about and trusted. She had no reason to believe it was a solid truth instead of an opinion or guess on the part of those she lived with at the time. A slight lift of her right shoulder allowed it to relax and roll backward.

Before she could comment he was defending himself to her for something she was not so sure he was even guilty of. The only statement he made that she disagreed with was his claim that he has not done a single wrong in four or four and a half years. He did. He admitted to being tired of lying during that time. She wanted to tell him to give himself a break. Everyone did. He wasn’t that unique. Unless, of course, Mr. Marshall was not only a vampire but a ******* saint as well. Finally a slow smirk grew across the generous portion of her lips.

“I only know the details on the information sent in the email. Everything was easy to confirm. He isn’t on the most wanted list. He is fifty-five years old. He set up his practice at the age of thirty here in Harper Rock. He has been in the field for about twenty five years and hasn’t been disbarred or disciplined. Wake Forest University says he graduated at the top of his class. Seems Wilson started out working pro bono for the Elder Law Clinic in North Carolina. Once he passed the bar he moved on to Booth, Harrington & Johns. That was left behind when he first arrived here. Something about helping out his parents. His firm then moved from Harper Rock to Toronto for about fifteen years. During that time he married his first and second wife. His second divorce brought him back here. A couple hours didn’t give me the time to get a visual on him or to sit down and ask him his feelings on the current trend of excessively sharp points appearing in the city. I will be happy to arrange a meeting with him now that you seem to be impressed with what you have reviewed. I can make the meeting open to you to observe without you having to be present. We can see what he is about and what he has to bring to the table before revealing your identity, your interests currently and any future plans.”

Indigo hoped the attorney at law was willing to be a night owl. It was going to be a new thing for him if he wasn’t. If he wanted to be retained he would learn to embrace the cooler night hours. The sun was hell on the skin anyways.

[Wilson]

Wilson finally rolled into bed about 3am. He turned his phone and alarm off. He was going to sleep in. He didn’t really have any trouble falling asleep since he had been up since 5am. Twenty two hours without sleep. He was out in less than 2 minutes. But even though he was out, his mind was still working. It was taking all the information he had learned and not learned and his subconscious state was weaving a dreaming tale of intrigue.

The dream started exactly as it had happened in reality for the first few minutes, but then it got weird, as dreams will do.

• A phone rings. A husky and breathless female voice on the end of the line tells Wilson she may need his help, would he be available at short notice to meet? Wilson nods slowly, the viewer of the dream can tell he is captivated by her voice. Even after the call has been disconnected, it is easy to tell Wilson is already infatuated with the unseen female.
  
  Somehow now Wilson finds himself at the mall, in the women’s shoe department, as a breathless scantily clad female rushes him and throws herself into his arms. Ever the gentleman, Wilson pulls his machete and takes a protective stance in front of the female as he braces himself for oncoming attack. But the attack isn’t coming. “No!” the female cries. “It’s shoes.. I need shoes. These are killing me.. Only you Wilson.. Can dress my feet.”
  
  In another quirk of fate, the shoe department fades away and the two find themselves marooned on a desert island. A tropical paradise. The warm breeze blows through the female’s waist length hair. She reaches for him, “Help me with my shoes,..” Suddenly there is a strappy heel in his hand and he is kneeling down in the sand to help her undo the ankle strap of the shoe. The small buckle is no match for him, as he free her from the strap, he slides the shoe from her foot. The female laughs, at first it is the sound of tinkling bells but then as Wilson sees her feet, free from their leather encasement, the horrific sight in front of him, causes him to shrink back in disgust, the female’s the laugh changes to hideous cackle. Suddenly Wilson finds himself in a tornado of sand, and much like in the Wizard of Oz, he lands with a startled thump…

Jolted awake, because he fell out of bed. Wilson saw that he had pulled, wrapped and wadded the sheets around his leg. It took him several minutes to free himself and straighten his bed, before once more laying down. As he drifted off, he muttered, “Damn you Jonesy.. no more chili after midnight…”

[Enver Marshall II]

Miss knight was nothing, if not very detailed oriented. At least, as detail oriented as she could be. It seemed this Wilson fellow might be cut from the same cloth as Enver. In regards to personal relationships. Both have been unsuccessfully married and it appeared he didn't try for a third time. Which meant no obligations and no risks to the guy either. A perfect choice by Miss Knight. After a few minutes of deep thought, Enver nods his head. "Let's set up a meeting. I have another conference room on the opposite side of the hall. A much smaller one. The sound quality is better in there, which is why I tend to have more...riskier conversations in that one. I like to keep things on record when it comes to delicate situations. I had a system installed there a few years ago behind some decorative pieces of 'art' on the wall." He paused at the word art to make quotes. "Good find, Miss Knight." He complimented her on the completed task before Enver pulled out his phone and sent an email to Miss Knight.

"I'm sending you an email now of the upcoming itinerary. Where I'll be heading, what bookstores I'm going to, what hotels...things of that nature. I'd like for you to be able to attend the majority of them, but understand if you have prior obligations on some dates since you just got the job. However, the first one is not negotiable. You have to be there. I need all the help I can get for the big reveal in Texas." He looked up from his phone after the itinerary was sent and continued on. "We're going to San Antonio. Everything is bigger and better there supposedly. So, why not go there as our starting place?"

He thought about his list and then snapped his fingers. "I haven't sorted out Thunder Bay. My final stop for a few weeks until I figure out how the rest of the world will take to the book and my...being a vampire. We'll need a hotel there, a bookstore that's open until at least ten p.m. Do you think you can handle that last bit of planning for me, Miss Knight?" He dropped the phone to the table to look at her candidly. "We leave on the twelfth of this month for Texas." Enver stood then, not expecting much to be said or argued about after he received the confirmation that Miss Knight could handle Thunder Bay planning. "We have a lot of work to do, Miss Knight. I won't keep you any longer tonight. Have a good night and see you again, tomorrow." Enver collected his phone, the email she sent him and a piece of candy from the dish next to the system on the table before scooting out to his office for a call he was expecting with his editors.

[Indigo]

Indigo was out of her seat and making her way out of the office once the boss took his leave. The first thing she did was pull up the itinerary information that he forwarded to her. It was lengthy and thorough. He was correct. The only part of it left to tend to was the Thunder Bay portion of the trip. She cross checked with her current schedule and found most of the dates where in fact workable. Whatever wasn’t could be changed. Her prior commitments were far more flexible and forgiving for the changes in plans made.

“You aren’t going to believe this…”

She was on the phone with Nigel as she headed to her car. By the time she was inside and buckled up everything was fixed and whatever she couldn’t deal with or inconvenience Adley to cover as manager was absorbed dutifully by Nigel. He just got a raise, he just wouldn’t know until banking hours the following morning.

“Perfect.” She closed the car door and walked up to the door of 2 Larch Court a.k.a ‘The Hive’. “Please send me confirmation of these arrangements and they will be forwarded to my boss. The private landing strip should be fine for what is needed and the cabin is perfect. He needs the privacy. Your accommodations are appreciated.”

As soon as she walked through the door the call ended. The twelfth. That gave her only so much time for the task of planning and packing for a trip. A lengthy one. A quick side step had her in the kitchen pulling out a fresh nectarine. Something sweet was needed and currently what was in her hand would have to work.

[Mona McGee]

Mona: Mona looks at the battered spiked wrist watch. If her timing is right she will be able to catch him. It had been a bit too easy to find Mr Marshall. Mona guessed he didn't hide too much except for the fact that he was a vampire.

Now with current events she was wondering if he had second thoughts about letting the world know too . After their last encounter Mona would be lucky to get this interview a straightforward one . She hopped Mr Marshall had a sense of humor.


Mona: She watched as he left the building and approached . "Mr Marshall ... Mr Marshall Would you mind speaking to me for a moment ?"


Enver Marshall II: Enver was just leaving his office for the night when he heard his name. The voice didn't sound too familiar, but it was...sort of familiar. He turned to see a face he had seen once or twice and then stopped and grinned at the tabloid writer. "Ms. McGee, right?" Enver stopped, looked around and then looked right at her. "What made you come out from behind a desk tonight?"


Mona: Mona smiled Well that was a plus he didn't tell her to bugger off "Well Mr Marshall i was wondering since the coming out that has happened If you would consider another interview. I know my paper is a bit on the sensational side but it could be a good test market for whatever announcements that you might be planning in .the future


Enver Marshall II: Enver chuckled at Mona as he took a couple slow steps forward. "You mean about the vampire thing?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear. "I have a lot to say about all that. Vampires and the like. What specifically are you looking for?" He stopped to light a cigarette, then offered her the same pack he pulled his from


Mona: Mona didn't refuse the smokes she pulled one from the pack "Thank you course you don’t have anything to fear from these coffin nails " She joked "Yeah we didn't have much of a interview the last time. I admit i didn't handle it very well ."she grinned sheepishly "Yes its about being a Vampire and The ins and outs of it ... I mean seriously i was ignorant the last time we talked as are most people. I have found out a lot and a interview with someone that says hey not all vampires are the same would go a long way to settling things especially if it came from someone they know

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Enver Marshall II: Enver nods. "Well, good insight. That would be like saying all humans are the same, and we know better than that." He lit his cigarette and then extended the lit lighter to her. "Okay. I'll tell you some things...what I know. But I'm not talking about anyone else. That's their business to tell or not. Deal?" He took a long inhale in before exhaling it high above their heads.


Mona: "Deal " she said simply taking a long drag off the cigarette "When could we arrange to do this interview ?"



Enver Marshall II: He thinks about it and shrugs a shoulder. "Well, that depends on you. I have a book coming out soon. My life story. Both sides of it." He took another inhale in, before tipping some ash of it. "It's in the process of being published. So you can get me before it comes out, or be the first to get me after it comes out." He nodded his head.



Mona: Well If we could get this before the book comes out give people a good teaser and maybe hint at a few of the juicer details that would get people curious it would be a plus for us both. Just give me a time and a place "




Enver Marshall II: Enver nods his head. "Fine. But no slandering and no ******** either. I don't know how you know what you know, but I can say with profound certainty it's not because I was doing something unscrupulous and illegal. All my cash flow came legally. I've got years of taxes to prove every cent was legal." He exhales and then glances at her. "Why not now? You pick the place."



Mona: "Nothing slanderous i can't come asking for goodies with vinegar instead of honey now can i ? Unless you really like pickles and i somehow doubt that with your condition. " She almost kicked herself Ok Mona she thought don’t go getting too puny and stupid with this . "Anywhere quiet will do " She took another drag off the cigarette smoke curling up and out of painted lips and looked for a place to put it out.



Enver Marshall II: Enver nods, then points to the cherrydale district. "How about my theatre? It's closed for a party I'm planning. A big reveal party. You should come." He offered,. because why the hell not? "No weapons policy though." He warned. She didn't seem the type to be wielding a gun and sword, but then again this was Harper Rock and everyone, even him, had one these nights. "Come on." Enver said as he started heading north to where the theatre was located.



MonaMona: looked down at the brass knuckles that were masked as a gothic belt buckle with a grin. Costumes that is what most people here in Harper Rock did vampire and human alike."Sure " she said as she followed him she was familiar with his theater.


Enver Marshall II: Keys were pulled from his pockets as Enver proceeded to the theatre on the somewhat desolated streets of this side of town. "So, Miss McGee...It is Miss, right?" Enver asked as he finished his cigarette, tossed it to the ground and then put it out with his dress shoe. He picked up the butt and pocketed it. "Let me start. Yes. I'm a vampire. I have been about four years now. Give or take a few months. The person who made me into what I am is no longer around. I more or less asked for this life. She offered it to me, and I took it. Is that a good place to start?"

Mona: Mona studied him "That's a excellent place to start What do you think would have happened had you turned down her offer? Was it a offer you could not refuse?


Enver Marshall II: Enver chuckled. "I would be dead, Miss McGee. I was high and drunk and a reckless person back then. I lost damn near everything after a terrible divorce from my first wife. My sire seemed to think I still had some living to do, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess you could say it wasn't an offer I could refuse, for if I did, I'd be dead. I made a complete *** of myself at some party in front of hundreds of people, vomited all over the place, flipped some guy off and cracked my skull open. I was a mess then. But here I am. Drug free for just over three years. I enjoy an occasional beer every now and again. But even now, my drink of choice is a Mr. Pibb. Tastes better now that I'm a vampire. Crisper."


Mona: Mona grimaced "Mr Pibb is not a drink it's more like paint thinner " She wrinkled her nose "So you're pretty much saying that becoming a vampire saved your life . Early on did you find finding sustenance difficult ? I guess what i'm asking is have you ever fed off of a human without them knowing it ?"and did you have any qualms about drinking blood ?"


Enver Marshall II: Enver shrugged. Everyone had their drink preference. "I did. I don't particularly like that aspect of my life. If there was one thing I could get rid of, it would be that. But, we are what we are, Miss McGee." Enver thought about the questions and then spoke again. "I don't like drinking blood. I don't really do it anymore. Blood bags are my choice, if I need to, but I don't need to 'feed' much, or at all anymore. I'm capable of sustaining myself these nights with trained and learned abilities my species has. In time, I think that every vampire will possess this power and choose to live this way. Blood packs are an easy solution, but potentially expensive. The majority of us aren't hunters of any sort during our human lifespan. It's done out of necessity and not want. We are not blood thirsty savages as some movies and books lead people to believe. Quite the opposite."