Historic Background: The Crimean War occurred from October 1853 - February 1956, just in case you didn't know :)
England 1856: "No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person." – Willa Cather
They walked through the street together. Like a fucking couple. And Fergus was uncharacteristically pleasant around her. The end of the war had signaled the time for celebration; in their case locking themselves away in some room to pursue bawdy activities and only venturing out for a spot of midnight snacking.
After this episode, Fergus, being Fergus, had damaged most of her dresses and owed her a new wardrobe. He was happy to accompany her to the dress shop however many looks were passed in their direction. "She's too well dressed for a slave." "What a scandal this will cause." "What unsuitable conduct for a British soldier." Vampires as a species didn't care much about social conduct. If someone had really upset a vampire they would know about it; while they were having the skin ripped from their throats. And there had been a few occasions where a reproaching human had found themselves at the end of Fergus or Elizabeth's fangs.
In public they appeared to be any other amicable couple. It seemed to Hal that they genuinely enjoyed each other's company, where others – the living and the living dead – were putting on a show. Hal could get attention of course – from the living and the living dead – but it was temporary and normally only cemented on lust. Their relationship appeared to be real.
He couldn't help but be resentful of that.
Hal tried to convince himself that they had drawn up some kind of contract: Fergus showed her affection and bought her material items; she gave him sex. Yes. That must have been it.
A/N: I would just like to thank everyone who has been reading my story so far and reviewing it! It means a great deal to me :)