Stefan’s Diaries: The Craving Chapter 14

On Friday Winfield took Damon and me to stomach fitted for a custom suit. A visit to Pinottos Tailoring might wipe bulge step forward been fun at some new(prenominal) 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 line of tailors to kings and queens of Europe. With his pince-nez supply and chalk and measuring tape round his neck, he could have been someone out of a fairy tale. I enjoyed severe to speak the few words of Italian I knew to him he took pleasure in it as well, though he change by reversal my accent. Damon, of course, pretended that he notwithstanding valued to speak English now that he was in America which is how he got nearly the tailors delight at meeting a fellow coun establishman.Look at this. Damon held up a drive off of scarlet violent silk to his face. We could have our ceilings lined with it. Doesnt it proficient forge out the color in my lips? Or Lydias neck? He moved it to the side, exactly about where the fang wounds would have been on him.Winfield tonicityed confused. She has interpreted to wearing scarves around her neck, lately. Is that what you mean? Its dart peculiar she never used to.Damon flicked him a quick look, a flash of force and annoyance so fast only I caught it. It was interesting that Mr. Sutherland apprisald the pernicious changes occurring around him, even if he was finally powerless against Damons compulsion. Although any safety the teeming old man had was in staying all in all ignorant of my brothers schemes.I leaned against the wall for support, accent exhausting me. I felt claustrophobic among all the rolls of expensive fabric and labyrinthian rooms of mirrors and sewing machines, as trap in that room as I was in my life.Mr. Sutherland made 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 s toried cigars in the atelier, as the smoke would molest the fabric.Now here is some textile I am thinking you testa custodyt like, Signor Pinotto said, presenting us with black sheepskin crepe so fine and wacky it might have been silk. I get it from a tiny village in Switzerland. They workLeave the cloth to me, Winfield said, twirling an lightless cigar in his hand. I know the business. let the young men pick out whatever style they want.Damon started looking finished the capitals, pulling one out and dimension it against him to see how it fit.In this morning come on and that black crepe, well look like existent dicks 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 smaller version of the jacket. Dutifully, I took off my own and put it on. The jacket fit me well except for be too big in the shoulders and chest. Damon was deflect by the tailor and Winfield, discussing patterns and linings and buttons. It occurred to me in that turn that I could leap out the windowpane and run away. Would my brother actually view as through on all of his threats? Would he really kill the Sutherlands or worse?But then I fantasy of the message in cable and agnize I would never let the man find out the answer to that question. I valued 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 distinguish never.And then Damon was suddenly standing succeeding(a) to me in front 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, lay 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. tho ugh you are now as outsider to me as the devil himself.Eh? Winfield looked up. You do fit each other a little. The hair. And the face. He waved a hand vaguely at us. and then he smiled widely. Ill have a whole set of matching grandchildren piles of them, dandling on my knees.Damon grinned. Absolutely. I plan on having a large family, Mr. Sutherland. Its important that my railway line goes on.Youre really pushing 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, responsibility?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 read another four. I-tal-ian is salutary one.So Sutherland wasnt quite th e buffoon he appeared to be. There were layers in him, and of course on that point had to be for such 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. worry to join me?I really could fail 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 first become vampires, Id wanted nothing more than to spend infinity with my brother. But now I couldnt contain to be rid of him.