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This was repeated to him like a montra to him by his mother.
"Ain't nothin good come from money anyhow."
Greed, though powerful wasn't what drove Everest into the life of crime. It was the adrenaline that fueled him. It was the rush, the high that kept him living.
The O'Donnell cruse that ran through his veins was well known through Ireland. Though, Everest likes to think that he fully the one that spread it like an infection. He took control of his town - of his home at the age of twenty seven. Though his father and grandfather had established the roots Everest had cleared the way and made people fear the name. That wasn't to say that he didn't have help. He had a eye on the inside- a high ranking official at that.
Malachi had been a man that he had grown up with, stolen liquor secret dates, promises of locked lips. Neither parents could handle the thought of gay children so the love affair was expertly hidden - something about it making the bond that much stronger. The bond withstood Malachi's transcendence into a vampire after a brutal attack, pushed Malachi into a dual life between being Everest's right hand man and a law official. As Ever took over town after town - Malachi rose in his rank. Silly world is it?
Though as Everest was on top - he took a long fall down. A heist went sideways real fast when Malachi and his partner were sent after him. It wasn't the first time that Malachi had been sent after him and well - Everest tended to have fun. Like a playful game of cat and mouse. That was until; he miscalculated and ended up being shot in the chest - piercing his lung.
From there - the next thing Malachi could remember was waking up next to Malachi with a taste for blood.
They left home after that - which still pains him today. He misses Ireland.
With leaving Ireland he left the mob life behind. Though he the lust for adrenaline never left him, he still caves it. Sometimes this is satisfied with a rough bought of sex - other times he seeks out alternatives such as street racing, arms dealing, driver for hire, anything just to satisfy that itch. Truth be told, its just as strong as his lust for blood now. Which - he has a particular taste.... Malachi's. Though he has to get his filling from others so he doesn't go into a blood rage... Nothing can compare to his.