It was a startling question to hear, both because he felt Ben and Vincent were close enough that Vincent would have shared (even though he'd asked and he knew it hadn't happened) and also because no-one had ever asked him that question. He'd never had a chance to share his story with anyone because he'd internalised it all. The two people he was closest to in all the world had been part of the conspiracy, so he'd had no-one to tell. It was odd to have Ben ask and his expression likely looked a little dumbfounded - but pleased.
"Well, uh," Owen began awkwardly, blinking a few times as he tried to figure out where to start this story. Only his part was relevant now, but understanding Vincent's background was also sort of important. He'd have to paraphrase. "Vincent's sire was named Lorica and he loved her dearly. They were together for... hrmm, a couple of centuries, I think, before a woman he was sleeping with conspired to burn the house Lorica was in down. When his sire died, Vincent blamed himself and he was terribly lonely. He took in a young mother and her child to live with him, craving company, but when he told the woman he was a vampire, she lost the plot and he had to keep wiping her mind. Eventually, he destroyed her mind altogether but her daughter was always accepting of him.
"She grew up and got married but Vincent believed that, if he found a child young, he could shape them to understand what he was and create a companion for himself, so he wouldn't be so lonely. As it turned out, he tried it numerous times with no success - until me. When I was growing up, I believed my mother had deeply loved my father and he died and that Vincent was my father's best friend. He was always around, ever since I could remember, and I loved him like he was my father. I used to daydream that Vincent would marry my mother and we'd be a proper family," he grinned, genuinely bemused by this ironic memory.
"I found out about him being a vampire when I was about sixteen and I was cool with it, because my mother was. Vincent's always taken me on awesome holidays around the world - hell, he gave me everything I could ever have wanted throughout my whole life, though he kept his distance so that I didn't start to think of him as a father - he has some weird ideas about people. He'd been burned like that with one of his previous specimens so he figured he could control exactly what happened with me by being a friend, not a father figure. It didn't work, really, and then when I was about eighteen, we went to Turkey and I asked him to drink from me. I figured out pretty quickly that I wasn't thinking of him just as a father any more," Owen raised his eyebrows, his expression wry. It faded into a frown after a few moments, as he contemplated telling the hardest part of his story.
"Anyway, I fell in love with him. We started a relationship - I never understood my mother's opposition to it, I thought it was because I was so much younger than Vincent but there was a lot more to it than that - and he proposed to me in Greece," he lifted his left hand to indicate his wedding ring, "he wanted to sire me so we could be together forever. I had misgivings because I wasn't sure I was ready to let go of the sun and I didn't feel I measured up to him but he dismissed my misgivings. Except they only grew. We almost broke up but sorted it out and he sired me on my twenty-second birthday a couple of years ago. I told myself the date showed it was meant to be, that it was wonderful and it was... until I happened upon a safe he had hidden in the floorboards of the wardrobe one night about a year later. He was out drinking and I thought myself very clever for cracking the code but what I discovered inside... ruined my life." Owen needed to swallow and steady himself before he finished this tale, the hurt he'd fet clouding his blue eyes unmistakably.
"It was filled with papers, papers I didn't understand, but eventually I figured out they were birth certificates, adoption records and all the details of his years seeking to create a companion for himself. I found out I knew nothing of my parents after all - I was actually some random baby abandoned in a laundromat in a city far from here, left in a clothes basket and found by police. Vincent adopted me. Well, he got Karen - recently widowed and depressed she'd never have children - to adopt me and invest in his lies, to construct the story he wanted me to know so that he could get a companion who'd been raised the way he wanted him to be raised, with a secure parent and in a loving environment. His perfect, controlled specimen, a custom-made companion for eternity. When I found out... I was gutted by the lies. I felt I had no identity, that everything I'd ever known was a construct, that I couldn't trust any of it. Even my mother had had misgivings that he'd not only created himself a companion but a lover when we started going out, though he swore the love was accidental, it just happened because we connected," Owen shrugged, his hands pressing into the couch either side of his knees as he sat forward to tell his story.
He watched Ben, not expecting sympathy, feeling like he was going to be condemned for being childish and hysterical but also invested in the other vampire's reaction regardless. "I had a melt down and left him, feeling like I couldn't trust him, couldn't trust anything that we were was true if everything at my foundation was a lie. Eventually, I calmed down and realised that it was what it was, that I was always loved and cared for, that our love wasn't part of the bargain and it was more important than sulking about being lied to. It's... still difficult sometimes but that's why I'm here and not with him yet. He's encouraging me to find myself, to be sure of my identity and live without his complete influence for a while, so I can figure out... how I fit. It's cheesy and lame, I know, but I still love him desperately, I just need to find myself first so I feel I'm giving equally in our relationship. I need to grow up," he laughed self-deprecatingly, wincing at Ben as he expected the guy to agree wholeheartedly. He thought he was lame...