London 1880:

Darkness enveloped him. He knew his eyes were open for he had opened them just a moment ago, hadn't he? Confusion started to set in. It was never this dark in his room, even on the night of a new moon. Therefore, he reasoned, he must not be in his room. He struggled to think what the last thing he could remember was.

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They had talked about nothing and, yet, talked about everything. Twenty imagined cups of tea were passed to him while they sat together. Fredericka had somehow angered her mistress and had her head removed for the offense. The doll could no longer speak to her if her head were not attached, after all. The doll body still sat in the chair but the ( Read more... )

The next night saw William out alone on the orders of his Sire.  He felt like an errand boy but Drusilla had been most insistent that he should follow Angelus’ direction. He walked toward the library at the university through the misty night. The London Fog was out thick, complete with its unhealthy greenish black tinge and daunting odor. At ( Read more... )

The two women sat waiting on the drawing room sofa once again, the thick curtains already closed tight to guard against the approaching morning. The fireplace held no fire for once but the gaslights were burning on full open, creating a reasonable approximation of the daylight that was forbidden to them. They had had no time to make a fire since ( Read more... )