Over the night, the boy's body has cooled. He was already fair, but now the color has left him completely, eye sockets sunken and sallow.

He had died with his eyes still a little open, from his position curled against Herbert...but they don't focus. He doesn't move.

His arm is still thrown, cold and heavy, over the larger vampire, rigor mortis in his fingers still clutching the back of his shirt.

No response.