Ever since that damned night when the bloodsucker had died, Amédée had been pulling back. From him, from Philippe, even from Lucien. From everybody. The boy had locked himself away in his private world. In some strange place where his lord was still alive. And more often than not… Amédée looked like listening to his voice. With his head tilted to a side and a sad half-smile on his lips, he resembled stone statues of angels in the graveyards. Those too were listening to voices that never spoke. Forever lost in secret conversations that nobody but them ever heard.
Mon Dieu, stone angels could do whatever they wanted and he wouldn’t give a damn. But Amédée wasn’t a statue. He needed to eat and sleep. Yet, his meals remained almost untouched and his hours of rest were filled only with fitful drowse at best. He was wilting away. The color had disappeared from his cheeks, leaving almost unnatural paleness behind, and Étienne dreaded the day when some superstitious twerp started to scream that they were having a bloodsucker in their camp. Amédée’s night walks to the grave would only fan such beliefs, and with every passing night… it was more-
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The image of a stone angel is in public domain: Angel Statue by Linda Allardice