The Return: Prologue.

The world moved onward ever so slowly. His company Rogue Inc. had been blown to pieces, quite literally, and his best friend was near death. Blood covered not only himself but the floor and couch they both sat upon. Looking at Von he could not help but smile a little. He had found this man back when he was much younger and taken him into his service after Von had stumbled upon him transforming and feeding. He had not been afraid, but rather curious. 

So instead of killing him for another meal, Fradimeir offered him a choice over a drink of 300-year-old whiskey. Leave now and never meet again or come with him as a link to the human world for Fradimeir. Since coming back from Commoria he had lost touch with what it was to be human…and needed someone to keep him in line and in touch.  Von agreed and they slowly built Rogue Inc. into a paramilitary group that spanned the globe over the next 20 years. 

Now they were both shot up with shrapnel and his friend Von was bleeding to death. So now he had to offer him another choice. To die and go to the eternal darkness or to join one of his few hybrids. 

Von tried to hold his head up as he thought about it. Coughing, he struggled to concentrate. Finally, he nodded slowly. “Let's become brothers to the fullest of senses.”

“Alright my friend...my Brother,” Fradimeir said softly. Grasping his shoulder firmly he used his other hand to tilt Von’s head out of the way exposing his neck. 

Opening his mouth he extended a set of special fangs that were normally hidden even when he was fully transformed because their one and only purpose was to turn those that were bitten with them. 

Taking a breath he then sank the fangs into the main artery that ran down the neck letting his venom go into his friend. After a minute he pulled back and placed his hand on the two fang marks so that nothing came back out. 

“Now we just wait.” He said. 

Standing up he walked over to the fridge and opened it looking at what was inside. They were at one of their secure mountain locations in the Appalachian Mountains. After the main HQ was destroyed in Boston with the attack he had driven for hours to an out-of-the-way area in the mountains to make sure that their attackers would not follow. 

In the fridge was enough blood to keep them fed for a while, but it would not last. They would have to hunt. 

Looking back at Von he hoped it was working. There was little tying him to this world anymore…in his almost 28 thousand years of being. He was alone.