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Boston, Massachusetts-1775
Growing up, I was not much of a people person, per say, but when I met him during one of his visits back to the Colonies, I discovered trust, loyalty, and most importantly, friendship. I was eighteen and had just been drafted to fight in the war against Britain. It wasn't fun and I did end up killing a few people, which was not a problem in my case. The not fun part was the chance that I could die.
I was a normal boy, average height, dark brown hair, dull brown eyes, featured face. My hair was a mess only a few inches long and I somehow got it to stay pushed onto one side of my head without it flopping into my eyes.
While I was a soldier, I learned that I did what I was told without a question. There was a higher officer that stared at me sometimes. He soon enjoyed being a type of leader to me, and I think he liked bossing me around.
When I met him, I was in the medical tent. I wasn't injured, just helping. When a man died while it was my responsibility to put pressure on his wound, I wasn't phased by it at all. He noticed this and approcahed me as I wiped the blood off my hands.
"You have no remorse, do you?"
I looked up at him blankly, ignoring his question. I noticed that he had an accent, but didn't think on it.
He stared down at the body for a moment, then said, "How would you like to do more than serve an unknown leader?"
I stared at him with my left eyebrow raised, questioning him.
He grinned, a wolf of a smile on his face. "Serving me would be much more fun if you weren't already serving these bafoons."
I rolled my eyes at him. "I already do what you tell me. What more do you want?"
He somehow convinced me to leave with him, turning my back on the war and my old life. He showed me what the world was like without actually leaving the state.
The day he told me what he was, he first asked me about the war. "You liked killing, didn't you, Lee?"
I shrugged. "I wasn't sad nor happy. It was necesarry."
I had learned what that look on his face meant. His wolf grin meant he either had a brilliant idea or he was too caught up in himself, and the look in his eyes, some might see as evil, was happiness, at the moment.
It was hard to explain my feelings towards him. He was a great friend to me, maybe even a best friend. He worked off of fear, rather than love, and I didn't mind. I knew he considered me a friend, but that was all. He was a very powerful man and had no time gaining the trust of others, but I already did. He also knew that I would do anything he would ask, rarely asking questions, and he knew that I cared about his well being. He had completed his mission in finding me.
"Have you ever heard of vampires, mate?"
I nodded, and he continued. He simply came out with it. "I am a vampire, werewolf hybrid. An Original vampire, if you will, and the first hybrid. I am over a millenia old."
Of course, I was shocked, but not so much as to jump and run away, terrified. Almost immediatly, I knew this is what made him him.
He told me he was looking for someone whom he could speak with, because at that time in his life he was lonely. He had no friends, and he and his family were not in speaking terms (I later learned he had daggered them and thrown them in coffins, and in time, agreed with him that they deserved it).
After I was familiar with his true self and knew everything about vampires and werewolves and all supernatural, I became very sad. He asked me what was wrong, and I told him that I was jealous of his life.
"I should be jealous of you, mate. You have not done as much evil as I have in my time."
He knew that I wanted to follow him in his journey, being his right hand man forever. He fed me his blood and snapped my neck. I woke up later that day craving blood. After he taught me the way of vampirism, he brought me back to his house and could not stop grinning, this grin being his happy one.
"What is it, Nik? Are you happy that I will stand by you forever?" I asked him, enjoying my new senses. My sense of smell was better than before, and I loved every scent the world had to offer.
He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "Yes, my friend. Forever."
London, England- 2013
Over a hundred years later I was still loyal to my dear friend. I knew I was sired to Nik, and it made our friendship even more special, in my opinion. Over time he did consider me a best friend, and I was jealous when he made new ones. I soon met his sister, Rebekah, but she didn't like me very much. She found it disgusting that I followed her brother willingly, sire bond or not. He usually left me at the house we were staying in, and I didn't mind. When he returned in the evenings, he would spill all of his worries to me, and I listened and only gave him my opinion when he asked for it, since I was not big on talking.
It was the twenty first century that was hardest on him. The vampires of Mystic Falls were hard on him. His old friend, the ripper, was there, along with his brother, Damon, and Katherine.
When he returned to Mystic Falls, I was in London, England. We hadn't spoken in months, almost two years, and I was surprised when my cell phone started buzzing in my pocket.
I was at a bar in the city, one of the real crappy kind. After compelling the bartender to get me a drink, I leaned back and did my job; stalking this witch, waiting for her to talk to a specific person. Across the room in a booth sat an older female witch. I inhaled and smelt her nervousness. In my time as a vampire, I had grown to learn emotions just by the smell of people, and this witch was jumpy. She kept glancing at the door whenever someone walked in.
Finally, the person she was waiting for entered, and she stood to greet him. He was an older man, darker skin and black hair in a ponytail.
I set my empty glass down and shuffled around in my jacket pocket for my phone, inspecting the screen. I hit the green button that popped up, catching the bartenders attention for another drink.
"How is my oldest friend doing?" I asked, answering the phone.
Through the dammed device I heard him chuckle weakly. Cell phones have been around awhile, but I still disliked them and could not understand how Nik could get use to the so quickly; he was older than I was and should feel the same way.
"At the moment I am fine. Brilliant, actually, Lee."
"She still hasn't found him yet, Nik," I told him, informing him of my progress. I glanced at the witch in question over my shoulder. "She's getting closer though. Only has four or more vampires to talk to and two witches." I took another drink of my bourbun.
He growled through the phone. "I will have to have a talking to with her soon, but that is not why I have called."
I set my glass down, staring intently at the grains in the wood, waiting for him to continue.
"I want you to come to America."
"Of course," I responded after a moment. "But what of our witch?"
"Oh, I will find someone else to complete the task. I'll have them capture her and bring her over as well, then speak with her here. Yes, I believe that will be best."
I nodded, but then stopped, remembering he couldn't see me. "When's the trip?"
"Right away, my friend."
"America," I said into the phone.
"Mystic Falls."
"Is it as horrible as you thought it would be?" I asked him with a small chuckle.
"Worse," he grumbled light heartedly.
I gulped the last of my drink and placed it on the bar, standing. "I'll be there as soon as I get off the plane." With that, we hung up. I motioned the bartender over, leaning in to look into his eyes. "I was never here," I compelled him. As I left the bar and drove to the airport, I thought maybe that was the reason I had no friends. I compelled most people to forget I had ever met them. With Nik, I only did it if he told me to. Nik. Only his close friends and family could call him that, and I was one of them. I smiled as I got on the private jet he had sent for me. Living for the hard ass was nice, when you were on his good side.
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