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Matty gave Andromeda a small smile, though it was hard to take his dead blue eyes from Tristan's expressionless features. She sounded kinder and whatever their deal was she seemed to be trying to straighten out her companion's misstep. Still there was something not right about it and Matty' s fight or flight instincts were kicking in.

He let out a soft chuckle, "I suppose. It was a long trek from Germany." He turned to look at Andi, "I'm originally from here though. My family's here . . . I uh," His brow furrowed as he fought through the heavy fog that surrounded his former life and how he became a vampire, "I used to work for the Ministry. That's why I went to Germany, I think." He looked down into his glass again, speaking softly he was barely aware he was speaking aloud, "Where did they go?"

He shook himself and looked back up at her offer for help, "I'd like that. I don't know any other Vampires anymore." He looked to Tristan, "except you of course."

Something didn't feel right.

He wasn't sure if it was his heightened senses, intuition or just a general unease about the entire situation but He suddenly tensed under the hand on his shoulder. He rolled Tristan's question around in his head. The phrasing was off. Why would he need to prove anything? Who were these two and why would they ask such questions?

"Prove I wasn't here?" It wasn't a stretch to feign confusion, "I'm not sure I understand." He looked from Tristan to Andromeda taking a fleeting note of the wizard newly sat on her other side (another patron of the establishment no doubt)

"My coven is - was from the Black Forest. I never left." He looked down into his drink, "Not until . . . Not until I had to."

As they entered the bar Matty took the time to take in the atmosphere. It certainly wasn't the Leaky Cauldron or even the Three Broomsticks. If he had to compare it to something, it was definitely closer to the Hogs Head. He remembered one of his clan mates had mentioned being able to get served well in the Hogsmeade bar. He supposed the comparison was fair as Tristan ordered them 'drinks'.

He let his mind wander with a ray of hope at the idea that Tristan and Andromeda were good friends. There was no telling if they didn't still have the sort of arrangement he initially thought but it made him sort of happy to see a human and a vampire together. Perhaps he could find something like that for himself. Certainly not with Addie but there were sure to be others.

To Tristan's question he simply shrugged, "Not long. About a week." He thanked the bartender as their drinks arrived and took a polite sip, "It's been pleasant enough. Ran into an ex, which wasn't as pleasant. Especially since she thinks I'm dead, or I suppose, thought? Undead is still considered dead though, isn't it?"

Matty gave another toothy grin as she accepted his arm. It went a long way to helping him feel a little more comfortable about his unexpected companions. She was certainly still human. That was even easier to tell at such a close range. If it wasn't a trick of the eye her fangs became slightly smaller as well. Which meant she was rather adept at using her magic. Something Matty made special note of. As a vampire he was pretty safe from most spells and curses, at least the more lethal kind but if this witch suddenly decided to duel there wasn't much he could do about it. A sensation ran down his spine, one he was becoming more familiar with lately as a fuzzy memory tried to surface. Unfortunately it was fleeting and passed before he could figure out what had triggered it.

He gave a curt nod as their current position didn't allow a proper bow, "Mateo Paulo Amherst." He turned to eye Tristan as they made their way towards their destination, "From what I can tell, most people call me Matty though."

He looked over at Tristan again, "So are you two? Like a couple?" It wasn't completely unheard of, though even those that do enter a relationship with a human, it's usually more of an advantageous arrangement than anything else.

Matty smirked a bit as the woman joined them. He tilted his head to the side and purposely examined her. The fangs were noticeable and their was a pallor to her skin but he could hear her heart beat, the sound of fresh ripe blood rushing through her veins. He wondered if she was perhaps a groupie? He had heard tale of humans who identified with Vampires, stuck with them, offered themselves as snacks. It was easier for Vampires to get things done, move through towns without incident when they had Human Companions. He figured it was safe to assume that was what she was to the other Stranger.

His ruby red lips split in a smile that was friendly though also had the tendency to make humans uneasy. He kept his eyes on Andromeda as he spoke, "I suppose a drink couldn't hurt. Besides how rude would it be for me to turn down such a  . . . generous offer."

While he didn't suspect anything foul of the pair he was slightly miffed that he was being derailed. He made note to himself not to get caught up in the company. He still had a purpose to the night and the sooner he could make contact with his sister, the sooner . . . well he wasn't entirely sure what he needed out of it, or how she'd even react but he simply knew he had to try. His family thought he was dead. He wasn't so sure he wanted them to keep thinking that. Then again, it wasn't exactly like he was alive anymore either . . .

He offered his arm to Andromeda, "Lead the way."

Matty had managed to find a nice secluded area to rest during the day. The previous night's excursion left him . . . Rattled? No, that wasn't quite the right word. Unsettled was perhaps more accurate. He had been feeling a draw to the wizarding community for weeks and now he knew why. Seeing his fiance was a vital tether to his previous life but he couldn't ask her to help him get acclimated to his new life. It wouldn't be fair. However there was perhaps someone else who could help, if he could find her.

Matty was in Diagon once again to see if he could find his sister's bar. He was able to obtain small bits of information about the haunt. Though none seemed to make sense. Most of his memory was still fuzzy and inaccessible. He was able to discern from Addie that he had been gone for a few years now at the very least but Margo owning a bar? What had happened to the dragons?

Matty licked his lips as his iced eyes read the signs of each shop he passed. Each one seemed to hold a secret, a tingling sensation in the back of his mind. Every where he looked, places and even people felt like he should know them but he simply couldn't remember. He hadn't anticipated coming back here being this . . . Frustrating.

He swirled at the touch of a hand on his shoulder. With a tilt of his head he regarded the stranger. There was no tingling, no flicker of inaccessible recognition. This was certainly someone he had never met while alive, "Not tonight." He gave a toothy grin, unafraid of the fangs he'd be showing.

"Though I imagine it'd be no problem for you to find me a menu that would meet my unique tastes." Matty didn't need it however. He had fed not long ago and had enjoyed a surprising amount of Blood Pops since his visit to Honeydukes.

"However if you could point me in the direction of Death & Co. I'd greatly appreciate it. I'm seem to keep getting all turned around."

He pulled back from her gently, leaving his hands on her arms. Even satiated there was a longing for the closeness. Perhaps it was a left over piece of his humanity or perhaps he had just been alone too long. He didn't even know how long ago it had been since his coven had been destroyed. No idea how long he had been wandering trying to make it back to a life he could only scarcely remember. Unfortunately as much as he longed for it, it wouldn't be right for him to stay with her much longer.

Matty mulled over the fact that she had said years. He had been gone for years. He wondered if time would ever have a sense of meaning to him again. He was going to spend the rest of what could quite possibly be an eternity as a pale Eighteen Year Old kid. He was also curious as to when his memories would come back, if they ever did. Perhaps he just needed to kick start them like he had with Addie. They weren't all back yet, far from it, but he was able to remember her name and that he had indeed loved her once.

"No, I don't suppose nice would be the word for it." He gave her a dashing smile, one that would have been foreign on his lips as a human, "Addie, I know this is a lot to ask of you, but do I have any family here? Anyone else I can speak to about . . . all this?"

For the moment he simply held her. Not all of the connections were there, most still lost in the fog. He couldn't say when they had met, how long they had known each other or even how he had proposed. What he could tell though was that he had loved her. Or at least the person he had been loved her and it was clear she had loved him. How long had he been gone, had she said?

As she leaned back into him, he let out a sound that could have been perceived as a moan. He was thankful that, for now, he was satiated. He hadn't spent too much time socializing lately. Since his transformation he had mostly seen humans as food sources rather than companions. He was hoping to change that, perhaps that was part of the reason he had come home. Without his coven he had no companions. However he didn't think it'd be right of him to ask Addie to fill that role.

"It's not fair." He finally said. Though he wasn't entirely referring to his death. Having died so young certainly wasn't fair. From what he could tell, he was only eighteen, maybe nineteen. Addie looked a bit older, a sharp reminder that he wasn't going to age while she did. However he was more speaking of his own actions. It wasn't fair that he had come to her. Had he remembered he'd had a fiance he would have stayed away.

"I'm sorry I ever came back Addie. You don't deserve to see me like this."

His eyes widened as she yelled back at him. Any trace of the smirk he had earlier was gone. There was a pale void of emotion in it's place, which remarkably made him look even more like he had when he was alive. He had never been one to understand the emotions of others or know how to react to him. It appeared death hadn't changed that about him.

He watched her scream and flare and then finally begin to cry. The pain in her was so immense he was certain had he not been what he was he'd be crying along with her.  He had come to find his past. It turned out he had left behind so much more than he had ever dreamed. A young beautiful woman who would have been his wife had things not gone so terribly wrong.

"Matty." He whispered back. It was like a jolt to his system. Those around him had not called him anything. He had hunted once, some witches and wizards who had come for him not long after he had been made but they had called him Mateo. Matty was so much more personal, it made him feel . . . Strange.

As she turned her back to him he closed the gap between them. The jolt to his memory causing his instincts to kick in. He wrapped his arms around her pulling his chest to her back, his lips leaning to her ear, "I did die Addie." He wasn't even sure how he knew her name but he knew it was right, "I am dead but I'm sorry you ever had to say goodbye to me."

Matty stood up straight, no longer leaning on the fence behind him. He narrowed his icy eyes and regarded her anger. There was something else underneath the anger. It wasn't just the rapid beating of her heart. There was  . . . pain there. He was definitely certain now that she knew who he was, or who he had been in life but the pain and anger made him hesitate. Maybe he didn't want to know about this one. Perhaps it would be better not to learn why she was so angry at him or why she was in so much pain.

"who had to make sure I was all right when my fiancé decided to go off to Germany and got himself killed"

Matty snapped to attention at that one. He had been in Germany. His coven was based in the Black Forrest but he was new. He was only recently made. He touched his neck gingerly. One of the older vampires explained the fog to him once, when he expressed concern about not knowing who he was. It was a sort of memory loss, the intensity depended on how traumatic one's death was. Having your throat ripped out was likely traumatic enough to qualify.. At first it didn't bother him but once the rest of the vampires had been killed he found himself more willing to recover his past. There were two possible explanations for her anger and pain based on that remark. Either he had killed her fiance, or he had been her fiance.

He smirked. Probably not the response she was expecting or one that was likely to assuage her anger but he couldn't help himself, "I suppose by now it's not exactly a secret what I am?" He licked his lips again, the taste of the blood pop still present and he made a show of licking his sharpened incisors, "The question now becomes what did I use to be?" He took a step toward her, "Would it be safe for me to assume your fiance . . . that I was your fiance?" He didn't think she'd humor him long enough to explain his memory loss but she wasn't wrong in her assumptions. Her fiance was killed, he is dead, his body just happened to have stuck around, warped. 

"Something once innocent, now warped?"

Matty slowly tilted his head to the side his shattered ice eyes unblinking. He took a long moment to soak in her features. There was something there. Unfortunately it was only slightly less fuzzy than all his other visions. He had been following them for days now, the ghosts of his lost life. He had moved from place to place since leaving Germany but nothing made him stay longer than a day or so. Nothing seemed to draw him more than the distant castle outside Hogsmeade or this little tucked away village in the heart of London. Both locations seemed significant and her face made him think of each of them.

Her anger didn't phase him. A bit of the old Mateo shown through. Especially in life, the emotions of others were a complete mystery to him. In undeath he was even further detached from them even if he was able to emote more clearly himself now. A smirk curled his lips, he was now convinced that this girl knew him. She didn't seem interested in letting him know that though. Perhaps he had been mean or cruel to her.

"My mistake." He said sweetly. His eyes never left hers as he leaned back against the wrought iron gate and placed the Blood Pop back in his mouth. The words and actions may have been dismissive but he refused to look away from her. She could easily walk away but he had a feeling she wasn't going to. He could hear her heart racing, her blood rushing through her veins. It wasn't exactly fear but it was enough of a reaction to excite his senses. He didn't think she'd go without responding to her own reaction.

Matty was sat at the edge of the patio watching the bustle of the end of the work day crowd meander through the street. They seemed as foreign and fuzzy as the visions of his past. He paid no real mind to them, their cachopny of noise irritated his heightened senses as bits and pieces of conversations swam through his head. He had mostly become accustomed to the grating sensation when he went out hunting but regardless it was still uncomfortable. As the conversations ebbed and waned they were punctuated by a choice curse that seemed to burst out in regular intervals. There was something about the voice that caused him to focus his vision, trying to find the source.

Not long after his interest became piqued a young woman stopped outside the patio to stare at him. He tilted his head to the side observing her. Perhaps she had never seen a vampire before, though no one else seemed to even notice he was there. He contemplated her exclaimation, 'this isn't him' if he didn't know any better, he'd say the beautiful blonde knew who he was or rather who he had been.

He rose from his perch, the movements were fluid, almost too smooth, as if his body glided more than moved. He stood his full six plus feet before closing to the edge of the gate where she was stopped. In life Matty had always been paler than his older siblings, in undeath there was very little colour to his classic spaniard appearance. His hair was a little shorter than when he had left and his goatie was little more than scruff. The biggest change - aside from the fangs - were his chocolate eyes. Damaged in his turning they were now an eerie color of blue, barely a shade above white. He removed the pop from his mouth, his lips blood red against his pale visage. When he spoke his voice held all the charm and swagger he never possessed in life, "You know me, don't you?"

Matty causally walked the cobbled street of Diagon alley. The sun had set an hour or so back and he was feeling refreshed from a good day's sleep. He had arrived in London roughly a week before. Time felt fluid now and he found it hard to keep track of the days as they passed. He wasn't sure how long he had been gone but something was pulling him back, vague memories of his younger days. As he glanced at the closing or already closed shops he was haunted by visions, faded memories of a life that felt foreign to him now. He was not the man he had once been, a man he couldn't even remember.

He licked his lips, running his tongue over the tips of his fangs. A faint hunger touched him, he had fed well recently and didn't need to be satiated but it was hard not to look at those around him as a nice healthy snack. There was a time when he had only seen humans as a food source, now though, he was on his own and hunting wasn't an impulse he wanted to give into. Not if he wanted to put together the pieces of his missing past.

Matty paused near the wrought iron gate of Fortescue's patio. The ice cream parlour was closed, the patrons all gone but it gave him a small out of the way alcove. He removed a blood pop from inside his jacket and removed the plastic. The patio also gave him a place to dispose of his rubbish. The candy wasn't nearly as good as the real thing but it helped him concentrate. He had picked up a few boxes when he stopped in Hogsmeade earlier in the week. His memories were even more vague there and he was certain while he had been there before it wasn't where he wanted to be.

In between licks and suckles of the pop he hummed a tune he hadn't been able to get out of his head lately. He couldn't place the words but there was something about the song that had stuck with him over the past few years (or however long it had been since he turned)

I am so in! I missed last years, never again!

Character Name: Mateo Amherst
URL Link to Biography: http://absitomen.com/index.php?topic=5427.0

Type of Creature: Vampire

How did they become a creature? In Late August 2009 Mateo, along with colleagues from the Department of Magical Cooperation, ventured to the Black Forest on a diplomatic mission with a sect of Vampires. The talks began simple and concerns on both sides were discussed. For near a month the group seemed to be making progress and were close to accomplishing their goal. Unfortunately in early October the talks turned hostile and the group of Ministry workers were no longer allowed to come and go freely from the Vampires' Nest.

Still determined to make the mission a success Mateo and his colleague Genevieve snuck into the nest convinced they could succeed where their superiors had failed. As punishment for disobeying the sect's wishes the witch and wizard were drained and turned. In the blur of the newly turned, time seemed to ebb and flow. Although he's uncertain of how exactly the events unfolded he knows that in his hunger Mateo (alongside Gen) was responsible for the deaths of the remainder of his group, when the older Ministry workers finally managed to come 'Rescue' the two rookies. 

Are they registered with the Ministry of Magic?: No

If yes, what does registry entail? At the moment Mateo is not registered with Ministry. His memories over the past near two years have been one large blur. Had he been more cognizant at the time of his turning he would have owl'd ahead.

Mateo's nest was recently raided with many elder members of his sect being destroyed. Now without a home he is following a distant memory of his old life and returning to London (where he will register as soon as he remembers to do so)

Are they considered a 'Dark' Creature?: Yes

If yes, are they currently under pursuit by the Ministry of Magic?: No

What crimes have they committed?  Were they convicted? Mateo is responsible for the deaths Miranda Hollington (35), Gerald Finnigan (57), Henry Greaves (48), and Thomas Jenkins (27) as a newly turned Vampire he was unable to control his thirst for blood and had yet to be guided in feeding from a Being without killing them.

As far as the Ministry is aware Mateo is still missing (probably presumed dead) It was confirmed that a Vampire was responsible for the deaths of the missing Ministry Workers but no investigation as to which vampire committed the acts was ever conducted.