Louise A Vampire's Story (Completed/Editing)

Chapter Thirty One

When it had ended and were given permission to leave, Edmond had rushed to me and hugged me tight when finding out what had happened. Practically refusing to let me go like an over protective father. He kept fretting even though I told him I was fine as I had gone to change my clothing and remove whatever blood remained, thankfully being able to keep it far more discreet by claiming it was a wine stain when asked. Though when I mentioned about how the man who helped intended to remove the woman, possibly to end her suffering, while the Lord remained Edmond paused.

"Well that's... different."

"Why is that?"

He loosened his tie. We were now back in the rooms we had rented for the six nights. After the events of what took place he wished to take me back, but not before I had introduced Michèle to both Abigale and Mercedes when I saw them before Edmond. In which they then had promptly whisked poor Michèle away when they discovered that she had no gown to wear for the gala in the next evening.

"In normal circumstances it is the Lord himself who kills the one who has either gone mad from not drinking blood, or done something so egregious that they cannot be forgiven. So, from what you say, it seems a little odd."

I frowned at this, but said nothing not wishing to complicate things further with needless questions, after all, if I were to see Vladimir again tomorrow night, or some other night for these days then I could confront him on my thoughts.

"Although," Edmond continued. "Perhaps because this child was there, the Lord didn't wish to have her witness something so grewsome. Especially for one so young. No one wants a child to see something so horrible."

That much was true, but something about it still felt wrong.

Not long after that we headed out again, something of which I probably would have done the moment I arrived in Paris, but with how exhausted I was I knew it wasn't possible, and I didn't wish to remain cooped up in the room that we shared. Though the place I intended to go to was one that Edmond was not too favorable of.

It was the store which was run and owned by that of Fernand Beauchêne, the older brother of Alexandrie. My brother's fiancé, and a woman that Edmond and I held no patience for. Thankfully she was not there and I was able to obtain the two items that I had commissioned of Fernand several months back.

"I think the people you intend to give those too will like it," Fernand gave a sheepish smile. "Well, at least I hope they do. People can be picky with what they like."

"Gifts are a little different then getting something for yourself." I tell him. "Though don't be surprised if they come here. You did a fine job with the craftsmanship. Be proud."

"I am, believe me. Though you seem even more different then the last time we saw each other." He said drawing my gaze to his. "You seem rather sad, as if you're a million miles away."

"That seems to be the case for me in a lot of ways. Much has happened with the ending of the war, so seeing so many German soldiers is a bit... jarring."

"It is, though I can tell you they should be gone by the coming summer, or so I've heard from Alexandrie's old friends. One even took a fancy to a German officer, something my sister finds disturbing."

Somehow that didn't really surprise me in the least. Though the mention of his sister did make me ask.

"How is she these days, your sister I mean?"