Welcome to a special blog tour, Meet My Character! The lovely Tali Spencer is hosting this round. I hope you stop by her blog, Brilliant Disguise... Other Worlds, Other Loves, and explore her incredible stories.
I've decided to interview not a main character, but one of the supporting cast from my story, Remember Him. Stefan Gebhart is a very private vampire. Not many know about his past, and he likes it that way. He doesn't put up with anyone's bullshit, and he'll damn sure let you know when you're pissing him off.
The official info:
GEBHARDT, STEFAN AUGUSTUS
| Date of Birth: | ? 1448-1451 |
| Place of Birth: | Wolfsburg, Saxony, Germany |
| Date of Death: | 18 May 1486 |
| Eyes: | Blue |
| Hair: | Blond |
| Height: | 79 in (201 cm) |
| Employer: | Amsel International Security |
| Position: | Chief of Operations, |
| International and Special Teams | |
| Security Clearance: | US, Top Secret (SCI/SAP) |
| UN, Level 5 | |
| UK, DV | |
| CANADA, Level 3 | |
| GERMANY, Ü3 |
This tough-ass vampire's only weakness is his mate, Sam. I sat down with Stefan and asked him about how they met.
STEFAN'S STORY:
We traveled to Egypt after a watcher called to report a foundling. Our policy is for the watcher to shadow the vampire closely, but not to approach them. Newborns and ferals can be extremely dangerous, so the watchers are told never to capture them. We learned quickly when untrained vampires have cornered ferals, the results are almost always… messy.
Quincy and I took an entire team with us. First thing we did was liaise with the local police and military force. Once we explained what we were and why we were there, they got out of our way fairly quickly. Obviously they weren't crazy about a vampire roaming around. When we met with the watcher, he said he'd seen the newborn the night before near the tomb of Hatshepsut.
"Oh shit," Quincy moaned. "Take thousands of tourists roaming around one of the most popular archaeological sites in the world and add one thirsty vampire. What do you get?"
"You get an international incident," I replied.
We had to locate the vampire quickly, but when we got to the tomb, there was no sign of him. We decided to spread out and I took my team toward the Valley of the Kings. I'd been searching for about twenty minutes before I experienced something so strange I'll never forget it. It hit me like a freight train: the sweetest, most delicious scent I'd ever inhaled.
I knew right away what it meant. Somehow, I'd found a mate, but it couldn't happen. There were things in my past which I thought would prevent me from ever finding anyone. The harder I fought against it, though, the more intense the scent became. It got stronger the farther into the valley we went, until it was concentrated around the entrance to a tomb high up on the cliffs. I motioned my team to stay back, since I didn't know how far back the tomb went, or how tight the walls might get.
I went in slowly, calling out in my limited Arabic. "You are safe. I will not hurt you."
A shower of pebbles echoed from deeper within the tomb. Then a faint voice called out. "Who are you?"
"My name is Stefan. I am a vampire, and I am here to help you. Will you please come to me?"
I heard sandals scraping against the dirt and that sweet scent grew even stronger. As the sun lowered in the sky, a fiery beam of light illuminated the chamber. The figure that came out of the shadows was a sight I will never forget. He had deep, golden skin with jet black hair that hung over his eyes. When he pushed it back with his slim fingers, and I looked into his beautiful eyes for the first time, I knew he was mine.
But I shoved the feelings aside. I couldn't let myself be weakened by the boy's looks. It couldn't happen. I wasn't made to have a mate. I didn't deserve to be happy. So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I shut down my heart and hoped to hell it would help me stay away from this boy.
And it worked… for a while.
We traveled to Egypt after a watcher called to report a foundling. Our policy is for the watcher to shadow the vampire closely, but not to approach them. Newborns and ferals can be extremely dangerous, so the watchers are told never to capture them. We learned quickly when untrained vampires have cornered ferals, the results are almost always… messy.
Quincy and I took an entire team with us. First thing we did was liaise with the local police and military force. Once we explained what we were and why we were there, they got out of our way fairly quickly. Obviously they weren't crazy about a vampire roaming around. When we met with the watcher, he said he'd seen the newborn the night before near the tomb of Hatshepsut.
"Oh shit," Quincy moaned. "Take thousands of tourists roaming around one of the most popular archaeological sites in the world and add one thirsty vampire. What do you get?"
"You get an international incident," I replied.
We had to locate the vampire quickly, but when we got to the tomb, there was no sign of him. We decided to spread out and I took my team toward the Valley of the Kings. I'd been searching for about twenty minutes before I experienced something so strange I'll never forget it. It hit me like a freight train: the sweetest, most delicious scent I'd ever inhaled.
I knew right away what it meant. Somehow, I'd found a mate, but it couldn't happen. There were things in my past which I thought would prevent me from ever finding anyone. The harder I fought against it, though, the more intense the scent became. It got stronger the farther into the valley we went, until it was concentrated around the entrance to a tomb high up on the cliffs. I motioned my team to stay back, since I didn't know how far back the tomb went, or how tight the walls might get.
I went in slowly, calling out in my limited Arabic. "You are safe. I will not hurt you."
A shower of pebbles echoed from deeper within the tomb. Then a faint voice called out. "Who are you?"
"My name is Stefan. I am a vampire, and I am here to help you. Will you please come to me?"
I heard sandals scraping against the dirt and that sweet scent grew even stronger. As the sun lowered in the sky, a fiery beam of light illuminated the chamber. The figure that came out of the shadows was a sight I will never forget. He had deep, golden skin with jet black hair that hung over his eyes. When he pushed it back with his slim fingers, and I looked into his beautiful eyes for the first time, I knew he was mine.
But I shoved the feelings aside. I couldn't let myself be weakened by the boy's looks. It couldn't happen. I wasn't made to have a mate. I didn't deserve to be happy. So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I shut down my heart and hoped to hell it would help me stay away from this boy.
And it worked… for a while.
Interesting! I'd like to know what happens after "a while" is over.
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