[ can death be tender? certainly, if you compare Louis' fine mouth to the brutalities Felipe experienced at the hands of Ghostface and the other murderers. the resurrection was lovelier this time as well, but when he woke, he was no longer a man and he was locked into a small space. not the best start. ]

I didn't know that the cellar could look so beautiful. [ he remarks, easily hauling himself out of the trapdoor. the cellar was dark, but there had been a string of light where the dust danced – the sight hypnotized him for hours and hours, distracted him from making a scene. and now, finally upstairs, he looks around the store like he had never seen it before. and he hasn't. not like this. it's like he's entered another world. suddenly, his dark brown eyes, gleaming almost red from a certain angle, settle on the vampire reading on the sofa. they make quite the pair. Louis manages to looks so sophisticated even in his comfortable outfit and Felipe is covered in dried blood. ] I've never been so hungry in my life. What have you done, Louis?