you want to go first or shall I?”
She thought for a minute, processing what he had said and then gave a nod and said “You first.”
“Firstly my name, my full name is Zachariah Smith – ”
She almost laughed aloud and said. “Smith? You have gotta be kidding me?”
Zach continued “Nope, Smith it is. My original name was Schmitt, I was born in Germany, but many centuries ago. I started using Smith a long time ago. I have not been back to my home in Germany since I left not long after being turned into a Vampire. At the time I was terrified I would harm those that I loved and, well, once I had mastered my Vampire powers etcetera, I realised that wouldn’t happen. However, many years had passed and my mother and father would have been long dead. I had no siblings so there was no point in me going back.”
Alex thought he looked sad and she felt for him. She couldn’t begin to imagine what it had been like.
Zach continued “I travelled for many years until I came into contact with another older Vampire who took me under his wing so to speak. He taught me the ways of the Vampire and introduced me to the Council. I was taken in by them and trained and started working for them. It was a different world then. No planes to hop between countries, so I travelled a lot! I had not yet mastered moving myself then so it was the old fashioned way, horse, carriage, boat or simply walking for days on end. It was a harsh time but I look back on it quite fondly as it made me the man I am today.”
Alex responded “What happened to the Vampire that took you in? Is he still alive?”
A pained expression crossed his features and he frowned. “I’m afraid not. He was killed by another rogue Vampire a long time ago. I miss him. He was like a father to me.”
“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” she replied.
“ No – it’s okay – we agreed on this get to know you conversation and I’m sure there will be things in your past that are hurtful to remember?”
At this, tears appeared in her eyes and Zach was up and at her side before she could blink them away. “Come, we will sit on the sofa. Its much more comfortable than these chairs,” he said. He unclipped her seatbelt and led her to the nearest sofa, the one opposite where her case lay.
She took a deep breath and started her story. “My full name is Alexina Brodie. I took my mother’s maiden name when I got divorced a couple of years ago. My parents were killed when I was very young. About five I think, it’s all a bit hazy but it was around that time. We were all supposed to be going out for the evening, my parents, me and my maternal grandmother, my father had no living relatives. However, I got ill that day – just a kid’s sickness bug – but enough for me not to go. My Aunt Mary was roped in to babysit me and my parents left. Just before my mother went out she took her necklace off and put it on me. That was the last I saw of any of them.” Alex stopped to take a deep breath.
Once she had calmed herself she continued. “The next morning my aunt was crying and explained that there had been a car accident and that they had gone to heaven. I was devastated and cried for what seemed like forever. The strange thing though, we moved the very next day. I didn’t think about it at the time, after all, I was a small child and was hurting so bad that I didn’t take in anything other than how I was feeling. My aunt just told me that we moved so that I wasn’t reminded of them every day. It sorta made sense so I never questioned it – even when I got older.” Alex stopped again as if thinking about something.
A second later she shook her head and went on with her story. “We moved about a dozen times in the first couple of years and then settled down in the house we were just at. She took such good care of me and did her best, but she wasn’t my mum or dad. I missed them so much I made her life a misery with tantrums and so on. I regretted it