Monday, May 20, 2019

Stefan’s Diaries: The Craving Chapter 14

On Friday Winfield took Damon and me to get fitted for a custom suit. A visit to Pinottos accommodate might occupy been fun at some other point in my life as it had been the night I went shopping with Lexi in New Orleans. Pasquale Pinotto was a master of his craft, descended from a long livestock of tailors to kings and queens of Europe. With his pince-nez glasses and chalk and measuring tape roughly his neck, he could have been some mavin step up of a fairy tale. I enjoyed trying to speak the few words of Italian I knew to him he took pleasure in it as well, though he corrected my accent. Damon, of course, pretended that he only valued to speak English now that he was in America which is how he got around the tailors delight at meeting a fellow countryman.Look at this. Damon held up a bolt of scarlet chromatic silk to his face. We could have our jackets lined with it. Doesnt it meet bring out the color in my lips? Or Lydias neck? He moved it to the side, just about where t he fang wounds would have been on him.Winfield olfactory modalityed confused. She has taken to wearing scarves around her neck, lately. Is that what you mean? Its hotfoot peculiar she never used to.Damon flicked him a quick look, a flash of surprise and annoyance so fast only I caught it. It was interesting that Mr. Sutherland noticed the subtle changes occurring around him, even if he was finally powerless against Damons compulsion. Although any safety the rich old man had was in staying completely ignorant of my brothers schemes.I leaned against the wall for support, tension exhausting me. I felt claustrophobic among all the rolls of expensive fabric and labyrinthian rooms of mirrors and sewing machines, as trapped in that room as I was in my life.Mr. Sutherland make his way to a chair to rest his ponderous bulk. He seemed a touch fidgety he kept reaching for his cigar, but he was not allowed to smoke one of his famous cigars in the atelier, as the smoke would ruin the fabric .Now here is some cloth I am thinking you depart like, Signor Pinotto said, presenting us with black wool crepe so fine and soft it might have been silk. I get it from a tiny village in Switzerland. They workLeave the cloth to me, Winfield said, twirling an unkindled cigar in his accomplish. I know the business. Let the young men pick out whatever call they want.Damon started looking through the jackets, pulling one out and holding it against him to see how it fit.In this morning coat and that black crepe, well look like real wolfs of the night, Damon observed. Dont you think so, Stefan?Yes, yes we will, I agreed stonily.Here, try this on. Damon tossed me a littler version of the jacket. Dutifully, I took off my own and put it on. The jacket fit me well except for cosmos too big in the shoulders and chest. Damon was distracted by the tailor and Winfield, discussing patterns and linings and buttons. It occurred to me in that moment that I could springtime out the window and r un away. Would my brother actually carry through on all of his threats? Would he really kill the Sutherlands or worse?But then I thought of the message in billet and realized I would never let the world find out the answer to that question. I wanted no more deaths on my conscience.Is that the sort of thing young men prance around town in these days? Winfield asked, frowning at my jacket. Ive never really been a what did you call it? creature of the night. Damon gave him a cold smile. Never say never.And then Damon was suddenly standing next to me in introductory of the mirror, buttoning up his jacket and fluffing out the tails. Very assiduously he fixed mine as well.Well, would you look at that, he said to our reflections, putting an arm around my shoulders. We could almost be brothers.We were brothers at one time, I hissed so quietly that only Damons highly tuned ears could hear. Though you are now as estrange to me as the devil himself.Eh? Winfield looked up. You do resemble each other a little. The hair. And the face. He waved a hand vaguely at us. Then he smiled widely. Ill have a whole set of matching grandchildren haemorrhoid of them, dandling on my knees.Damon grinned. Absolutely. I plan on having a large family, Mr. Sutherland. Its important that my bloodline goes on.Youre really displace it, I said.I havent even started, he whispered, smiling.Oh really? Then what was that message you left for me in blood? I said.Damons forehead crinkled. Message?Actually, I rather like the scarlet. Winfield held a bolt of the fabric in his hands, and didnt seem to notice the tension in the air. Its perfect. Damon DeSangue bloodred, or of blood, right?Damon looked surprised. I was taken off guard, too.I speak four languages, boys, Winfield said with a bit of a growl in his grin. And can consider another four. I-tal-ian is just one.So Sutherland wasnt quite the buffoon he appeared to be. There were layers in him, and of course in that respect had to be for su ch a successful businessman.And speaking of languages, ho bisogno di vino, something to wet my throat. I brought something from my own cellar, a fantastic amontillado. Care to join me?I really could drain a good Sutherland dry just about now, Damon said gamely, clapping me on the shoulder like our future father-in-law did.I slumped in despair. When wed archetypical become vampires, Id wanted nothing more than to spend eternity with my brother. But now I couldnt remain to be rid of him.

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