Herbert's POV
I killed him about three hours ago, I think. He looked magnificently angry then, and a little shocked. I only wish I could have been his first. Sarah just had to ruin him, didn't she? It doesn't matter though. I had him. I finished him. He made me scream. He hurt me. Tore me up inside, but I don't mind, it was him who did it. It healed ages ago. He wasn't lying when he said he had enough blood, it was plently to deal with the tearing and then some. Sarah hardly nibbled him, but I don't think I can forgive her. He was mine, I claimed him. She didn't even notice him before he was food.
He looks sweet now he's asleep. This is the first time I've watched him sleep, ever. He doesn't love me, not yet. He's still undecided. I doubt he'll ever remember that he did, but that's alright. I'll teach him. It might take years, but I've got them. He'll realise that I'm good for him. I have status. It's worth his while to be with me, he'll never need to work. Magda's seen it. I think she's only friends wih my money, but I don't mind. I like her. I love the way she's screwing Chagal's money out of him. He's not exactly rich, but he's got enough to tide her over until she leaves him. She told me what she's going to do, make him buy her clothes and as much jewellery as possible, wait until someone better comes along, then run off with him through the underground. Go for it, I said. It's a great idea. She doesn't really have anything here to stay for, I'd go with her if I didn't. She's quite the mistress of exploitation now. She'd probably manage to get Papa's fortune if she tried. It's odd. I remember when she was five years old, hitting a boy over the head with a wooden doll. I wish I could have heard what she was saying, but I could only watch through the telescope.
She's quite like Anne-Marie, in a way. Obviously not the same person, but the resemblance is definitely there. I wish I hadn't killed her, I really didn't mean to. And Claude... if he hadn't died in that crash. But that was long ago, and far away. France, actually. I lived there. When I was still alive, obviously. I was supposed to die, too. If Papa hadn't saved me, killed me, I would be properly dead now. I nearly was - I even saw Death. He's a good looking guy, if a little depressive. Great dress sense, too. I have to find out where he had that suit made. It's a beautiful blue velvet, very flattering cut. I'd fancy him, but he's not quite on the same plane as us.
Did Alfred just move? No. That was just his body settling a bit. I would never have expected him to look quite so much like he did as he does. He might have come back as a woman, for all I know. Except he didn't, and I'm very glad of that. His body isn't exactly the same. He's lost the rug on his chest, and he's not as generously built down there as he used to be, but it doesn't matter. I don't care. I love him.
I'm getting tired now, it must be quite late morning. I think I'll just doze for a bit. It's lovely lying with him. He's not going anywhere if I can help it.
Wait.
I can't sleep like this, not with him. Not half naked. I have to get rid of these clothes, they'll need repairing anyway. Shame he tore them, but so worth it. On my own, in my own coffin, there's no reason to take anything off. It's cold, despite the padding. Still. If I'm naked, there's no reason why he shouldn't be. More reason why he should, actually. Save time when he wakes up. That won't be for a while, though. Plenty of time for a nap. Alright, the bed is double, but I want to be close to him. So close we're sharing one body. On top of him's best. Well, he won't mind, really - I'm light, and even if I wasn't, he doesn't need to breathe or anyhing like that.
Turn the tables a bit. Last time this happened he was on top of me. I'm glad I fell asleep, I wouldn't have been able to breathe or move. We wasted so much time back then, being shy. We only ever got one night together, and even then we were both drunk. The stuff tasted foul, but it sure got rid of his inhibitions. He was good, oh so good. The only time I willingly felt two pulses inside me, my first warm lover. Of course I've had many more since then, I had to fill the gap he tore in my soul when he was taken from me. But I killed most of them afterwards, for Claude. I always felt guilty after letting them fuck me, I needed it but it felt like I was betraying him. I wasn't. That's why I killed them. That and that I was hungry. I think Death felt sorry for me in the infirmary, watching me die, knowing I was in love with one he had taken. I used to lie awake during the day when I was first turned, just so I could cry for him. Papa didn't like me crying in front of him. He said it annoyed him. He wasn't in a very good mood at the time, so I waited until he couldn't hear me to let my tears flow. Sometimes I would hear my love's voice out in the street, or a laugh, or even a carriage stopping in a hurry, and it would start the memories turning. I must have re-lived the moment of the crash a thousand times, trying to think of anything I could have done to save him, just long enough to take him with me. Maybe that's why Death gave him back to me. I knew he would, I took up astrology when I got here. I just stared at the stars because I was bored at first, but I started reading them - and that's when I knew he was coming back to me. I love him so much. I wonder when he'll realise?
I killed him about three hours ago, I think. He looked magnificently angry then, and a little shocked. I only wish I could have been his first. Sarah just had to ruin him, didn't she? It doesn't matter though. I had him. I finished him. He made me scream. He hurt me. Tore me up inside, but I don't mind, it was him who did it. It healed ages ago. He wasn't lying when he said he had enough blood, it was plently to deal with the tearing and then some. Sarah hardly nibbled him, but I don't think I can forgive her. He was mine, I claimed him. She didn't even notice him before he was food.
He looks sweet now he's asleep. This is the first time I've watched him sleep, ever. He doesn't love me, not yet. He's still undecided. I doubt he'll ever remember that he did, but that's alright. I'll teach him. It might take years, but I've got them. He'll realise that I'm good for him. I have status. It's worth his while to be with me, he'll never need to work. Magda's seen it. I think she's only friends wih my money, but I don't mind. I like her. I love the way she's screwing Chagal's money out of him. He's not exactly rich, but he's got enough to tide her over until she leaves him. She told me what she's going to do, make him buy her clothes and as much jewellery as possible, wait until someone better comes along, then run off with him through the underground. Go for it, I said. It's a great idea. She doesn't really have anything here to stay for, I'd go with her if I didn't. She's quite the mistress of exploitation now. She'd probably manage to get Papa's fortune if she tried. It's odd. I remember when she was five years old, hitting a boy over the head with a wooden doll. I wish I could have heard what she was saying, but I could only watch through the telescope.
She's quite like Anne-Marie, in a way. Obviously not the same person, but the resemblance is definitely there. I wish I hadn't killed her, I really didn't mean to. And Claude... if he hadn't died in that crash. But that was long ago, and far away. France, actually. I lived there. When I was still alive, obviously. I was supposed to die, too. If Papa hadn't saved me, killed me, I would be properly dead now. I nearly was - I even saw Death. He's a good looking guy, if a little depressive. Great dress sense, too. I have to find out where he had that suit made. It's a beautiful blue velvet, very flattering cut. I'd fancy him, but he's not quite on the same plane as us.
Did Alfred just move? No. That was just his body settling a bit. I would never have expected him to look quite so much like he did as he does. He might have come back as a woman, for all I know. Except he didn't, and I'm very glad of that. His body isn't exactly the same. He's lost the rug on his chest, and he's not as generously built down there as he used to be, but it doesn't matter. I don't care. I love him.
I'm getting tired now, it must be quite late morning. I think I'll just doze for a bit. It's lovely lying with him. He's not going anywhere if I can help it.
Wait.
I can't sleep like this, not with him. Not half naked. I have to get rid of these clothes, they'll need repairing anyway. Shame he tore them, but so worth it. On my own, in my own coffin, there's no reason to take anything off. It's cold, despite the padding. Still. If I'm naked, there's no reason why he shouldn't be. More reason why he should, actually. Save time when he wakes up. That won't be for a while, though. Plenty of time for a nap. Alright, the bed is double, but I want to be close to him. So close we're sharing one body. On top of him's best. Well, he won't mind, really - I'm light, and even if I wasn't, he doesn't need to breathe or anyhing like that.
Turn the tables a bit. Last time this happened he was on top of me. I'm glad I fell asleep, I wouldn't have been able to breathe or move. We wasted so much time back then, being shy. We only ever got one night together, and even then we were both drunk. The stuff tasted foul, but it sure got rid of his inhibitions. He was good, oh so good. The only time I willingly felt two pulses inside me, my first warm lover. Of course I've had many more since then, I had to fill the gap he tore in my soul when he was taken from me. But I killed most of them afterwards, for Claude. I always felt guilty after letting them fuck me, I needed it but it felt like I was betraying him. I wasn't. That's why I killed them. That and that I was hungry. I think Death felt sorry for me in the infirmary, watching me die, knowing I was in love with one he had taken. I used to lie awake during the day when I was first turned, just so I could cry for him. Papa didn't like me crying in front of him. He said it annoyed him. He wasn't in a very good mood at the time, so I waited until he couldn't hear me to let my tears flow. Sometimes I would hear my love's voice out in the street, or a laugh, or even a carriage stopping in a hurry, and it would start the memories turning. I must have re-lived the moment of the crash a thousand times, trying to think of anything I could have done to save him, just long enough to take him with me. Maybe that's why Death gave him back to me. I knew he would, I took up astrology when I got here. I just stared at the stars because I was bored at first, but I started reading them - and that's when I knew he was coming back to me. I love him so much. I wonder when he'll realise?