It was long past dark by the time he approached, arms folded before his chest, expression so carefully blank, it was obviously a mask. Dark eyes hid behind sunglasses, but his hat was in his hands, one last sign of respect.
He looked up only when he knew that he was no longer alone, and addressed the one who walked with him, whose eyes were so similarly dark, though she could not hold back tears, as he could, the red-stained drops staining her face.
"Is it done?" He asked, not looking directly at her, for fear of the reminder. This was something so hard to believe, something that had not been thought possible. After all that they had gone through…
"…yes, master," the blonde girl replied, in a voice full of sobs he didn't bother to reprimand her for. This was punishment enough. All of this…
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow…" he quoted in a mutter, as he opened the door to the next room they would need to pass through. A face that he found all too familiar stood before him, but moved aside as he stepped through.
"I'm sorry," the man said, uneasily, fingering the cross that hung 'round his neck. He had offered to officiate things here. Oversee. The vampire had agreed, despite the fact that he wasn't from the Protestant Church. It didn't matter so much, anymore.
He ignored the words, passing through the room quickly. Standing before the coffin that would hold no creature brought back from death, only the corpse of one who would not be returning. Someone he had found it in his black heart to love. He shook his head, removing his sunglasses, placing his hand on her icy cheek.
"I wish you the peace in death I could never give you in life… Master."
