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The grin that crossed William’s face could only be described as childish. He’d meant to help her initially, holding her coat out and helping her with her injured arm, but now…

William strode down the sidewalk, collar of his trench coat popped in an attempt to keep the persistent rain from numbing his bones. It'd been getting progressively colder for weeks now, though it was still too early for fall, and the rain had been as constant as his shadow. It was worse on nights like this when the wind turned the drops into bullets, each one stinging as it made contact with skin.

His mood was already dark and looming, and the weather did nothing to improve upon it. Then again, William's world had been effectively shattered when Claire had died, let alone his mood. She was the last bit of family he'd had, and when the doctors couldn't save her from the bullet that had ripped through her chest, she'd bled out on the operating table. William's heart died with her.

The next few weeks were spent in a blurry, drunken haze. Police had gotten to the shooter before William himself could, and despite his burning desire for revenge, he'd let the justice system take over. By the time the trail date arrived, he didn't trust himself to drive, let alone effectively use his own guns. He'd spent copious amounts of time laying in bed after that, shrinking into his own guilt and shame and remorse and tears. When he ate, it was only because Janice, his housekeeper, forced him to. It was largely due to her efforts overall that he'd even begun to go outside again. And here he was again, headed toward his favorite vice.

Sniffing against the chill, he dug his hands further into his pockets and rounded the corner, bright neon lights of the building ahead beckoning him, moth-like, in. Decadence the letters proclaimed into the night, and he'd smiled at the name the first time. It was certainly appropriate for a strip club, as well as William's recent actions. He'd been frequenting it for some time now to try and fill the gap he felt now that his family, in its entirety, was dead. He'd become a shade of himself, indulging each and every whim in a hedonistic rampage of what would've been bliss, had he not still felt so empty.

The sound from inside hit him like a solid wall as he opened the door, a different sort of darkness enveloping him. Friendly faces smiled at him as he came in, some of them pressing close in an attempt to earn tips later. He knew they were only after the money, but he didn't care. Largely ignoring them, he meandered his way toward one of the stages and took off his drenched coat, giving it a shake before draping it over the back of his chair. Underneath, his charcoal dress pants and burgundy dress shirt were crisp; if he could keep up his normal, business-like front, he thought it might serve to hide the gaping hole in his core.

"What'll it be for you?" some perky employee asked, sidling up beside him wearing little more than a smile. Considering for a moment, William stared blankly at her face.

William lifted his hand off the steering wheel flexing his fingers; they'd started to go numb again after what was already beginning to feel like an eternity of driving. Honestly, he'd never quite gotten used to the long commutes despite the number of trips he and his sister had taken over the years. Claire sat in the front seat next to him, hair haloed by the mid-morning light as she read her book. It was "Dracula" this time, one she frequently came back to, and one of the few she never left behind when they had to pack. She was absorbed in the tale and was absently chewing on her thumbnail. That was a familiar sight at least, and William crooked a little grin as he brought his eyes back to the road. He almost would've been able to forget the presence of their unfamiliar passenger if he hadn't looked in the rear view mirror as he switched to the far right lane, preparing to exit soon.

He caught a glimpse of dark hair and pale skin in the back seat, and instantly frowned, torn on a number of things. William hardly minded the presence of a lovely, unrelated young woman, but he couldn't help but wish that he knew more about her. Claire had been so interested in her power, that she had one at all, that William had been unable to tell her it might be unwise to travel with anyone else. Then again, he was assured in both his and his sister's abilities, and the girl seemed benign enough...not to mention the fact that it had been so very, very long since he had actually associated with anyone other than Claire. He'd put his concerns on the back burner and simply allowed himself to be entertained; if there was going to be a ride, William was determined to enjoy it.

His body, on the other hand, still had needs to be met. "If you're hungry, I thought now might be a timely place to stop for brunch," he said to Claire, who only nodded her acknowledgement as she turned a page. Smirking again, William veered off the exit and turned right, pulling the black 2003 de Ville to a stop at the nearest gas station. It took Claire several moments to stop reading and put the book aside, and as she stepped out of the car, she stretched her petite frame smiled at her brother.

"I do hope they have cleaner bathrooms than the last one," she mused aloud before glancing back to their new friend, still sleeping. Immediately narrowing her eyes at William, Claire raised a finger at him. "Don't you dare do anything untoward, or I swear I will tell her every embarrassing thing you've ever done." The warning was completely incongruous with her sweet appearance, cream lace dress and beige flats hardly threatening. Seemingly content, Claire turned and walked into the gas station.

William paused, almost seeming to consider the pros and cons of Claire's words. In the end, he simply shrugged and opened the backdoor. "Darling, ma cherie, princess of darkness," he said, voice just above a whisper as he crouched down by Noir's ear. One hand gently moved her head to rest against the seat, adjusting it from the awkward position it'd fallen into as she slept.

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