Everyone… Everything went dead quiet and remained so as more vampires arrived.
Even Remus' cries ceased once he saw the look on Silas.
The glare his demeanor harbored was unlike any other his features ever donned.
Knelt down by Arabella's unconscious body, his diamonds lingered on the white dress covering her.
The same one she was supposed to wear on what should have been the best day of her life…
It was no longer immaculate. It no longer had that sheen it once returned with the light that reflected against its surface.
Tainted red it was with some splatters being of a deeper shade than others.
Then the brooch came into view… That was yet another blow. Another dagger driven right through his heart.
Very slowly, his right hand rose and took her face. It was so small in comparison which was a detail he never truly dwelled on before then.
