Dark Stranger

Scott - Part 9

This one's a bit long Lovely Readers. I needed to reveal a bit more of Zass's back story and try to fulfil the Lovely @MichelleDellis and @Sweetstuffing's desires.

Case 1 - "Scott"

I finished my phone call with, "OK Misha, come round at full dark tonight and we'll discuss a game plan. Now I know who to get to 'Him' through, we stand a better chance. Especially now my little psychic's revealed why he has an extra kick in his blood."

Misha chuckled on the other end of the phone. "If he's still a virgin by the time I get there, I'll give you my Aston Martin DB4 GT."

"Drag huh sis! Kay, Mish Mash you love that car and there is no way you're ever going to part with it. Don't even tease me like that you Shady Beast"

I listened to Misha chuckle in my ear as I turned and looked at the man sitting on my couch staring off into space. I frowned at the sad expression on his face. Scotty needs some serious cheering up. Or tickling. Or... Oh fuck I just want to make him happy. "Bye Mish Mash!"

I moved over to where he was sitting and sat next to him. I sat side on, so I was looking at the back of his head until he realized I was there and turned to look at me. I could see the effort he put into smiling for me, but I wasn't fooled. "Worrying about your future prospects Kiddo?"

He shrugged and took a deep breath. "Guess so."

"Let's leave tomorrow's problems until tomorrow, OK? You're practically asleep on your feet. Well actually your ass, but you get my drift?" At his nod, I said "So you wanted to ask me questions. You get 5 now and then it's time for bed." There, that's a better smile. Not perfect though, but better.

"OK." He said, nervously licking his lips. I thought to myself 'You'd better not do that again soon Scotty!'

"One, how old are you?"

"That's always the first thing I get asked Scott, you really want to know or can I just say I've been around longer than the plague?"

"I really want to know."

"I'm 675 years old. Next question."

"Two and three, how old were you when you became a Vampire and who changed you?"

"Her name was Morgan. She was part of my Father's court for a time. I grew up in the servant's quarters with my Mother. When she came I had just turned 21. I was apprenticed to the Butler by then and spent most of my days in the cellar. I had some free time at night, when most of the other servants were in bed or tending the household. Morgan told me I was a beautiful young man and that I was made for better things than being stuck in a cellar all day. Of course I believed her and wanted her to show me the world."

"We spent nights getting to know each other. Days I didn't know where she was, but since I was stuck in the cellar anyway, I never put two and two together. My Father's Manservant Alfredo was quicker off the mark than we realized though. He had sent word to the Church that there was an unnatural creature in the area. He'd seen the bodies. They sent the Papal Inquisitor and his followers to find the culprit responsible. Morgan didn't restrict herself to taking only what was necessary you understand? She fed from and killed her victims as soon as she had taken her fill. She wasn't trying to hide what she was so it was like painting a target on her back. A week after she had finally made our relationship a physical one, the Inquisitor arrived."

"She realized immediately that they would be coming for her and told me that she had to leave. I begged Morgan to take me with her. She promised she would show me the world, but the next evening they found her hiding place and she was forced to run. I got on a horse for the first time in my life and went after her. But of course I fell and broke my neck. I died on that road, not 3 miles from the room I was born in. Morgan collected my body and took us to another place of safety. I woke up in her arms the next nightfall a Vampire."