The elder vampires settled into a lounge to talk now that night had fallen and everyone was more comfortable. At least, as much as that was possible. Everyone was feeling that lost day of sleep. Vitus looked like a nervous rabbit, still wearing his pajamas from however long ago.
"Is he okay? What's going on... I haven't heard anything for a while..."
"The kid?" Fran looked blank, "Demy's cleaning him up, you can take him home shortly."
Vitus had long since convinced Tristan to go take a nap. It was just too terrible to have a visual reminder of the horrors happening behind that door. Tristan rolling his big blue eyes around and futilely trying to plug his ears. Vitus learned more than a century ago that plugging your ears did nothing to block the horrors from a vampire's senses.
It didn't occur to him until later that he could have used that one little Sombreta trick to dull the sound. Was it really not bothering him as much as he thought? He'd always thought of himself as so keenly sensitive, but it seemed like Tristan was taking it much worse than he was. Had he grown so callous? |
