David and Mikael stood and smoked in relative silence after the human had commented on his off hand smoking. It wasn't really an awkward silence but neither was it two friends sharing a moment. The Vampire attributed it to two soldiers in respectful contemplation. Mikael had the look of a fighter. David simply nodded at this. He took one last drag, exhaling and dropping the cigarette butt to the ground and stepping on it with a heavy black boot. Mikael was almost done with his as well, he notched as he put his hands in his jean pockets. 

"Carson told me you have an interesting story. Care to share?" The human said, breaking the silence. David looked at him with his pale blue eyes, the eyes of a Vampire. 

"I guess you could say that i do. To make a long story short, I was a Marine during World War one, World War two, and up until a few days ago. Different names for each war as you can imagine. Sorry if i leave out a lot of detail, wars like that aint really something you like to think about all too often. The first war is when i became a Vampire. Damn Nazi" He said as he crossed his arms and looked in the direction of the gate with a chuckle. "Ask me again sometime and maybe I'll go into more detail about it." David looked back at him. "What about you? How'd you get mixed up in all this supernatural bullshit?" As he spoke, he reached into his backpack and removed a blood bag with a straw attached. He broke the seal on the straw and drank as if he was drinking a yoo-hoo. "Hope you don't mind.. "