"I was," he didn't think it would hurt to tell him. "For twenty years. British Army, retired," he admitted. Though he had served most of those years in a place very far from this little island off the Northwest Coast of Washington. His training included hand to hand combat, and the modern equivalents of spears and swords. Though mostly for Russell it was assault rifles and hand grenades, mines and RPGs. The vampire seemed excited by the prospect that Russell was trained. Perhaps in his mortal life, the man had been a soldier himself.
His eyes flickered to the vampire walking beside him. Such a strange creature. Every time he moved closer to Russell, it was like he couldn't think straight. Something about the man was utterly distracting. And desirable.Gods, the things he wanted to do to him. "Why are you so interested?"