Maverick took me directly to Ansel's study. I fucking knew it; the backstory of Ansel wasn't even remotely finished yet. And, indeed, Ansel was gonna be the one to complete the tale. Just my fucking luck, huh?
As always, I won't be giving you any dialogue about these events. Yes, I know, my flashback started with a lot of dialogue, but truth be told, stories can be told by just telling them, without dialogue. And, right now, I still say dialogue still isn't needed for you to know what has happened to me.
Maverick led me inside the room. I'm not gonna describe the room because you know what a study looks like; it was a fancy one, by the way.
Ansel was sitting on a leather sofa chair. He was reading a massive book; probably something political, maybe something professional, perhaps something non-fictional. I didn't care enough to actually pay attention.
Maverick immediately informed him that he wanted to reveal more of Ansel's history to me. I still wasn't sure why he thought I needed to know; he was acting like it was a requirement, me knowing Ansel's life story, specifically. Fuck everyone else in his adoptive family; Ansel's backstory was the most important for me to know, for some reason.
A reason that would not be relevant, at all, for the remainder of my backstory. And if I somehow survive my attack, I still don't know how it'd ever be relevant; wink, wink. Noises of subtlety.
Without much confirmation from Ansel, Maverick spun me around like I was a piece of meat; and I don't mean spun me around in a circle, he literally just made me turn around to face the wall of…Ansel. I didn't appreciate getting manhandled, especially in front of his adoptive father, but I ignored all the other red flags up to that point, so I didn't stop ignoring them.
There was art, here and there. I didn't care. He dragged me around the room, showed me more things, but I still didn't care. They looked less like antique paintings and more like what con artists sell you, claiming them to be priceless when they are just cheap copies. Very cheap. And simple.
I ended up being wrong; Ansel didn't continue the story for Maverick because he had to go to work like a person with a life, one Maverick didn't quite seem to have, outside his angsty ways of vampireness.
So, ultimately, Maverick continued the story. Apparently, Ansel went through a rather long suicidal phase in the beginning, constantly trying to unalive himself. He, obviously, kept failing, very badly. And like the Gary Stu he was, he managed to not kill a human being and instead stumbled across deer in his starvation, and that was how their diet came to be.
After he got over his severe vampire depression, Ansel apparently swam to another country or something, which unsurprisingly since they don't need to breathe like we humans do. It was still insane to think about, though.
Then, suddenly, he got all emo on me again, all angsty, all "I keep expecting you to just run away, screaming like a little girl that just saw a monster in her closet" while also saying "but also, I want you to never do that because you're mine forever". I promised I wouldn't do that first one because I was all for the second one. Soulmates of lust unite!
Also, like, wild animals are scarier than him, honestly. He was just like a stuffed teddy bear. The only people that wanna run away from him, and maybe this story, is you, reader. So, do it. I dare you.
He continued talking about Ansel's past, immediately throwing me off when he made it seem like Ecnarf and Roeupe were not connected to each other, even though Roeupe is where Ecnarf is… He was a little on the dumb side, okay?
Anyway, Ansel did a lot of studying; how boring of him but it was probably why he was able to save humans in…modern days. Good for him. Still didn't care, though.
Maverick droned on and on, talking about how perfect Ansel's vampire life was; again, good for him but who cares? And, wow, super Gary Stu of him to not be bothered by blood.
Blah, blah, blah, studying. Blah, blah, blah, vampire friends from Yatil. Good for him. Good for him. Blah, blah, blah, he said she said bullshit. Blah, blah, blah, the Soren Phoenix family came into light, far in the future after that.
NOBODY CARES!
The story finally ended when it got to the part where Maverick was turned, a.k.a. when the Soren Phoenix family came into light. I said that already but it needed to be stated twice for emphasis.
Then, Maverick talked about things I actually wanted to know; like how vampirism went for him. He hadn't liked that life, at first, so he went on a human blood diet for a while; he didn't drink from blood bags either. He killed people. It should've frightened me but it didn't. He wasn't like that anymore. If he was to kill anyone, it'd be another vampire and it'd be because they were trying to kill me.
Wink, wink.
He was amused by my not giving a shit about him having killed humans. He shouldn't have been surprised; I actively thought about killing Constantine and Erica, two thorns in my side.
Anyway, he continued, telling me it only lasted a few years before he returned to Ansel, becoming a big happy family, eventually. In my heart of hearts, I believed his remorse for his actions; thinking back to that as I die, I feel like he was lying to get on my good side, out of fear that he'd definitely scare me off. He wouldn't have, by the way.
He never killed the innocent, so again, another reason I wasn't scared of him. And one-hundred percent why I currently believe he never regretted what he did in those few years. However, I wonder how he was able to find so goddamn many rapists and murderers, and not be forced to kill the innocent. Were they overpopulating the area or something back then? I feel like that is more the case now.
Ansel and Clover May must've always been such pleasant people to immediately accept him back in their home after that bullshit. I could never; I'd just hit it and quit it. If I was smart. But I'm not smart, so…
We left Ansel's study and ended up at Maverick's bedroom; it looked nice, very…him. I'm not describing it; too lazy and it's irrelevant, honestly.
I had a mighty need to jump his bones. Yes, I slightly quoted Invader Zim. Zim was delightful, and unhinged.
He asked again if I was frightened by him at all. I said no. He pounced on me quickly, slamming me against a sofa chair, getting on top of me. It didn't scare me. It didn't startle me. It aroused me. I hoped he smelt it. He probably did.
If he was just a normal human, I probably would actually be scared for my life, because it would mean he was a potential rapist and psychopath. But I probably would've still ignored the red flags with that version of him, too. Cause I wanted to get laid.
Briar-Fleur visited us in his bedroom briefly; she always moved like she was dancing, skipping, or skating, it was weird. Her boyfriend, Atticus, stayed at the door; understandable but I still didn't get the whole "he's new to the diet…even though he's been on the diet for years". Briar-Fleur made a joke about me getting eaten and Maverick easily went along with it; I was jealous because if I had done that same shit, he'd be pissed with me and start being mean to me again before being all "see? I am super mean, leave me already".
By the way, I was in Maverick's lap the entire time, because he put me there just before they entered. I could kind of feel Maverick's boner. Thinking about that shit now, I'm surprised they even get boners and stuff, in general.
Atticus was the one that ended up telling us why they were in there in the first place, since Briar-Fleur was in a joking mood; there was a storm heading our way and it was the perfect weather for playing some baseball. Maverick hesitated. Briar-Fleur immediately told him I could be invited, too; Atticus didn't seem to like that idea all that much but not because of hatred, I could see some concern in his barely changing expression.
Again, I really, really don't think Atticus is as bad as Maverick said. He couldn't be. He'd have attacked me by then.
Anyway, Maverick looked excited by the idea of me joining them, so I immediately agreed, though I made it known that I'd only watch; I wasn't about to attempt to play with them. That sounded like a very bad idea.
And guess what? It ended up being a very, very, very, very bad idea. Who knew? Pretend I'm raising my hand.