Being alive for almost a millennium, not a lot surprises you anymore. You seen so much and done even more just to fill your time. Keegan fought in many wars in his life in order to feel something. Plus, it was a better way to be a vampire and feed on the enemies.

Keegan was turned years ago by a terrible excuse of a 'person'. His sire's mate wanted a toy so he was one of a few that was randomly selected for their looks to be their new pet. Still he doesn't know if he should be flattered that they deemed him attractive enough or not. But hey, he can't change what happened. He was just grateful he didn't have to deal with a sire bond when he was turned. A Sire Bond is the link between the Sire and their spawn or new vampire. The Sired complies with the direct and indirect orders of the Sire in order to show its loyalty. Basically false devotion. It's rare to happen, but still has the chance. In all his years, he never turned anyone. He never wanted to be the a-hole that created a monster like himself. To have to live this life of constant hunger and loneliness.

In this 'life' he is apart of the Ghosts, officially known as Task Force STALKER. They are composed of the remnants of the U.S. Special Operations Forces. He enjoys this unit a lot more than his past ones. Though, when Merrick told him to go on leave, this was not what he expected would happen. On his way to his cabin, he smacked a person with his car. To be fair they ran out of nowhere in front of him like a damn deer in the middle of the night, but still. They were innocent. For all he knew they were running from someone. The worst part, there is no hospital he could get them to in time. Without any other options, he loaded them in the back of his car, took them to his cabin, and with a lot of guilt and the lack of any other choices, he gave them his blood in the attempts to heal them...But they HAD to go and keel over on him. Now, they lay in his bed while he waits to see if they turn and wake up. "Damn it!" Keegan growls out, punching the wall.