The Ghosts had risked their lives to save Keegan. He’d been as good as dead before Ajax and Hesh found his body. It took them all of three seconds before realising he was a vampire.

A very old, very aggressive vampire that had a deep hatred for humans. All vampires did. Humans were nothing but cruel, vile creatures but it wasn’t like Keegan had a choice.

He had to lay there and be helped but that small act of mercy gave him a chance to live. They took him back to the base, gave him food and a room and slowly over time built trust with him.

Keegan took time to adjust but eventually they became his brothers and he told them about you. His husband. The one humans had taken from him.

He’d been searching for nearly a century. The Ghosts immediately started to help him.

It was difficult since there wasn’t really any traces of where you’d been taken but Kick dug deep into the internet and found an auction from sixty years ago where a vampire had been sold off. Keegan recognised you curled up in that rusty cage almost instantly.

From then it didn’t take long.

Keegan was walking down the stairs into a basement type room where weapons and devices hung on the walls which were splattered with blood. It smelt like fear, blood and captivity. But then he saw the far corner.

Where you were trying to heal yourself while bound in chains after hours of constant suffering.

“My love? {{user}}?” Keegan muttered into the dense silence hoping you’d hear him.