Who am I?

That answer was simple. He was Gavner Nahs of Clan Annoterish. Gavner was a part of a species of vampires that were barren. No vampire could reproduce fertile offspring, so they had to create more by a process called “blooding.” If one had met a vampire and was interested in becoming as the creatures of the night were, he would first serve as the vampire’s apprentice and learn their ways. After he knew what he was getting into, the vampire and the human would exchange a large amount of blood with the human and the vampric cells would override the human cells. Gavner had the exchange done when he was seventeen by a man name Fintin.

Who am I working for?

This question was a bit tougher. Searching deeper in his mind, Gavner thought back to the last time he was some place important. He remembered arriving to Corone from a ship…

Bursting off the ramp and on to the dock into the Corone night, Gavner bent over and became sick over the side of the floating wooden structure, releasing the undesired product into the harbor. He hated sailing, as many vampires of his kind were prone to extreme seasickness. A swirl of new ill-feeling chemicals manifested in Gavner’s stomach as he squatted down into a crouch and wiped the sick off of his mouth.

“Ugh,” The vampire muttered to himself. He was now making plans for his travels in the new land. “First, I will rendezvous with Mavrik at the meeting point, and then we will go to the Ixian castle to get our orders from…

“Ixian Knights,” Gavner said aloud, snapping out of his memory and finding himself crouching on the forest floor. The words seemed extremely familiar, but he just could not seem to put his finger on their origin. He began to repeat the words over and over again, closing his eyes in concentration. His brow furrowed and then, quite suddenly, an image of a man about Gavner’s height with orange hair tied up with a blue rubber band appeared in the vampire’s head. The man wore a grey button-down shirt and black baggy pants, as well as black boots.

Silence Sei, rang out in Gavner’s head. He opened his eyes and looked up, still thinking of the image that he had just remembered. All of his memories began to flood back into his mind in forms of images, sounds, feelings, odors, and emotions. He saw images of his best friend, Black Shadow, and heard the barking of his baby wolf, Eva. Familiar faces and events all came back to him, including details of his mission. Gavner was on a mission for the Ixian Knights, the Wetwork department in particular. Several months ago, when he was past Dheathain with the outlandish elves, Gavner had received a message from Jensen Ambrose saying that the vampire was needed in a covert ops mission. Gavner agreed and sent an encrypted message to Mavrik- a vampire friend of Gavner’s who was also a part of the clan- that requested his presence. Gavner poured over his map of Corone and sent a rendezvous point, which just happened to be a wooded area near a body of water, that appeared to have several vantage points and quick escape routes. Gavner made it to a port city in Dheathain, and made the long voyage to Corone. He then went to the rendezvous point, but apparently renegades had been following Mavrik because they ambushed shortly after Gavner and his friend had made camp.

Gavner began to hear noises in the distance. The repeated crunching of leaves was slowly making its way from the distance, but one pattern of crunching was much faster and accompanied by lighter breathing. Gavner hid behind a tree but crouched very low to the ground, ready to pounce at any moment. Moonlight illuminated the dry leaves in front of him which were lifeless, on the ground. Death must have been horrible for them, as the green life of summer slowly drained out of them when the colder temperatures and lack of sunlight slowly suffocated their once meshy green canvases into brittle, lifeless little corpses.