Lazarus: EvangelineMature

 “Well, what would you like to know?” I gotta admit, spewing out random facts about myself isn’t something I do on a regular basis, so y’know, I wouldn’t mind some kinda guidance as to what I should be talking about.

"Well, how old are you? I don't mean how long you've been alive, I mean like how old you are. If you get what I mean,” she laughed a little, but I shook my head, kinda confused. There’s a difference between how old you are and how long you’ve been alive?

"Well, like, I've been around for around a hundred years but I'm twenty three. That doesn't really make much more sense, does it? How about where you come from, then?"

“Oh,” I smiled, getting it. “Twenty eight. And I’m from London.”

"You're pretty far from home, then. And you're a lot older than Fate,” she laughed. I shrugged.

“Age becomes irrelevant when you’re immortal. Though I s’pose a two hundred and seventy odd age gap might matter more to him,” I replied, wondering if it did matter to him that I was over three hundred years old. I tried not to think too hard about how young Fate is. It really made me feel my age.

"Trust me, he's been with older. Must be weird fucking someone who's technically not legal yet."

“Not really. I’m still getting used to homosexuality being something you won’t be put in jail for,” I laughed a little, remembering my stint in a prison for it a while back.

She let out a chuckle at that, snapping me out of my brief reverie. "Well once you get over that, you can start dealing with the crap you're gonna get for being with someone who's barely seventeen. How did you and Brody meet anyway?"

“He attacked me, actually,” I smiled, “he’d just woken up in an alley, beaten half to death and trying to figure out what was happening to him. And then he smelt my blood. I let him feed on me enough to calm him down and took him home. I wanted to help him.”

“Why?” she enquired, tilting her head a little, curious.

“I wanted to try to prove to my pack that not all vampires are bad, or need to be killed on sight, that they can be taught not to kill when they feed, and that we should try to forget our differences. I hated the fighting between us and them. I didn’t see any need for it. I’d met plenty of vampires during my time that were nice enough, they just had the misfortune of being what they were.” She sort of nodded, so I kept talking, “Brody was one of those vampires. I’d seen how scared he was, and that the ones who turned him clearly hadn’t expected him to live. I didn’t want him to hate himself, and he’d been turned just as he was beginning to become a success in his career. I guess at the time I could relate. I had a good life, and being turned into what I am today took all of that away from me.”

"What happened? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

“The first time I changed at the full moon, I didn’t know what was happening. Whoever it was that turned me hadn’t meant me to survive either, so there was no one to explain it to me, no one to help. I was angry and confused, and acting on instincts. My lover was a fan of hunting in his estate, and I would’ve made a wonderful mount to go over his mantle piece,” I smiled a little bitterly. It was centuries ago, but it still hurt, somehow. “I didn’t recognise him at first, all I knew was he had a gun and was about to kill me. So I went with the instinct to kill him.”

"Sorry," was all she said. I gave a small shrug.

“It was nearly three hundred years ago now, it doesn’t matter. Either way, I fled, when I realised who it was I’d killed, and left it all behind. I’d probably have managed to spark a witch hunt or something, otherwise. Anyway, having had to abandon my own life sort of made me sympathise with Brody and his situation, so I agreed to help him.”

"That's understandable, I guess."

“I only meant to stay with him a couple months to let him find his feet, use him to show my pack that they’re not as evil as they think, and then be on my merry way. But we ended up friends. I was hardly gonna leave him to deal with it all on his own.” She nodded again, and I flashed her a smile. She smiled back. “Anything else you wanna know?”

"Why Fate? I'm not saying I don't approve, I'm just curious." I tried not to think about it too long. I didn’t really want her going all maternal on me for saying I had no idea, it just felt right, because that sounds kinda weak, doesn’t it?

“He’s different,” I said, choosing my words carefully, “I’ve always been with more dominant men, but... I dunno. I felt kinda lost. No real job, no real mate other than a horny vampire, and no sense of purpose. Fate wanted me, and I wanted him, and he brought some sense of purpose back to me. Someone to care for properly, a pack.” Another smile flitted between us. “A pack with a baby on the way. I don’t know you that well yet, Gen, but I’m happy for you.”

"Thanks,” she smiled, "I'm not looking forward to full moons when I start getting huge,” she let out a chuckle.

“If you ever need anything, just let me know. I know that’s your mate’s job, but I’m still willing to help out,” I smiled back, “after all, what’s a pack for?”

"Don't worry, you'll get to do your fair share of babysitting once he or she's born.”

“Any ideas for names yet?”

"We haven't really put much thought into it yet. I was thinking maybe Evangeline for a girl,” she smiled kinda sadly at that, and I couldn’t help the curiosity that flashed across my face. "That was my name before all this.”

“So how’d you end up with a different name?”

"I... It didn't suit me anymore."

“Sorry. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.”

"It's fine,” she smiled. "I used to kill vampires for money. And werewolves. It was always harder to kill wolves."

“Interesting line of work.”

“it paid the bills"

“A lot better than being a pianist barely anyone cared about did,” I chuckled.

She laughed a little, "it's my fault I ended up this way anyway. I hesitated and got bitten. But I guess it was for the best,” her smile didn’t give me any clues as to whether she didn’t mean it. It sort of set me wondering. I’d never been what you would call happy with what had happened to me. Maybe I’d clung onto my past too tightly for too long. Maybe it was for the best.

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