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Mirror
Dead, his life was filled with new experiences.
How startling to look into a mirror and not be there. The first time it happened he whipped his head around, seeking himself in a place other than where he was standing. He stretched out his arm and grabbed the glass, to foolishly look behind it.
He thought: how will I know I'm properly dressed? How shall I tie my cravat?
Behind him Angelus laughed mockingly.
Later he saw he was reflected in his Drusilla's, his beloved's, eyes. And he saw himself and terror in his victims' eyes. It was compensation enough.
Dead, his life was filled with new experiences.
How startling to look into a mirror and not be there. The first time it happened he whipped his head around, seeking himself in a place other than where he was standing. He stretched out his arm and grabbed the glass, to foolishly look behind it.
He thought: how will I know I'm properly dressed? How shall I tie my cravat?
Behind him Angelus laughed mockingly.
Later he saw he was reflected in his Drusilla's, his beloved's, eyes. And he saw himself and terror in his victims' eyes. It was compensation enough.