Blood Bond

I could hear the man's voice as he projected it across the whole room. It had a deep silky tone to it, with a quality that sounded very much like it belonged in the previous century or so. He sounded European, but I couldn't place where. Maybe a lost vacationer from out of town? Scratch that, from out of the century. It's like he's warning me against something or someone, but at the same time his voice alone is reassuring, almost like he's saying I can trust him. "You needn't think so hard youngling. All you need to know for now is that you have something I want and because of that fact you're more valuable to me alive than dead." I won't let you intimidate me. "That's better Michael, now I can actually see you." How does he know my name?