“Don’t do this, Aunt Clarisse. Don’t smear his good name. Please.” Shutting her up was like trying to stop a runaway train, but I still made the effort.
Aunt and Uncle are both creatures of the night, and since I am now an adult, in terms of human years, and their obligation to Harold is paid in full, they, like Mother, will abandon me too now. No more late night gatherings where the half-drained innocents were presented to me. I am on my own now. I must hunt to survive.
I sought life everlasting and accepted it gladly, but my dear brother believed we should make the most of the time we were given – originally. Did I make the correct choice, or did Harold have an inside track to what was right all along? Who can say…