Michael, as he’d been known when she’d taken it upon herself to turn him, wasn’t the kind of man that would have ever taken to this lifestyle she’d given him – he’d been too full of life, of zest, to ever want to give up everything he’d known for eternity. Instead of making him love her more, it had turned him against her, had nearly driven him mad when he’d come to realize what she’d done. Things hadn’t been the same since then, since he’d opened his eyes as a member of the ‘undead’ and they never would be again – when they’d come across one another in Amsterdam again after all these years, the only reason Kaden (as he was known now) was even remotely happy to see her was because he actually knew who she was. Traipse around long enough with no memory of the last few decades of your life and you’d probably psyched to come across someone, anyone, whose name you could actually recall. Of course, that also meant he remembered what she’d done and why he’d started hating her in the beginning… “You wouldn’t have done that and we both know it. You’ve never liked other people messing with what you see as yours,” she’d been a possessive lover – at the time, it had been something he’d loved about her, a trait he could reciprocate. “You would have taken me from them just because you could.” And because she’d never been the type of woman to shy away from a challenge. “Besides, now you have the first amnesiac vampire. And you always loved to have things no one else did.” If there were any other vampires, or supernaturals period, who suffered from the same affliction that he did, he hadn’t heard anything about them.
“You’ll forgive me if the line between being kept by you and staying by choice has always been thin.” He folded his arms across his chest, leaning against one wall, watching her little production, watching her storm about until she lowered herself to the edge of his mattress. “Done now? You always did have a flair for drama.” For as much as he still hated her, he was loathe to admit that she was right about certain things; it would be nearly impossible for him to journey out and not draw attention to himself. He had no real idea how to even start trying to function in a world that was sixty years ahead of his brain; even attempting to make it through a day would probably attract unwanted attention. “Do you want me to thank you now?” It was as close as she’d get to him admitting that she had a point. He’d never been the type to fully acquiesce to something, too stubborn to give up much ground in an argument. “The EVC has an interest in me because what happened to me was a crime…and because we both know they want to study me, to figure out how someone could make a vampire forget. And I’m happy to play lab rat for them, as long as their willing to keep working on trying to find a way to restore my memory.” If they’d scratch his back, he was ok with scratching theirs. If whomever it was had managed to make him lose his memory, then who was to say they couldn’t do the same to every other vampire they could get their hands on? If the EVC could figure out what had been done to him or how to reverse it, then they could combat it before it became more of an issue. “Dinner…yeah, alright. I’d appreciate the lift.” He should probably at least try to be civil, if nothing else… And, besides, he did need to eat, it wasn’t exactly optional for their kind.