[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Josh]

Buford, Ashlar, Gaspare
  Three vampires and no baby
  The Conservatory of the Sinclair Mansion
   
  "I say, isn't that one of the Melcom crowd out there? Nied I think his name is."


  Buford turned and took two shuffling steps towards the window.  As he made his way next to Ashlar, he began thinking about what anyone outside might see while looking at the window.  If the reflection of the moon and stars didn’t cast their reflection upon the glass, the low light in the room might illuminate two shapes, indistinct, one slightly ahead and to the right of the larger shape behind.  He imagined the larger silhouette blurring into the smaller silhouette and running into the cracks and crevasses of the small square glass panes, until finally the only thing that anyone outside would pay attention to would be the first silhouette and the moonlit glass, completely ignoring the second person at the window. 
  
Buford scanned the backyard, letting his gaze linger over the honeysuckle and intricate stone paths winding their way through until he settled his jaundiced eyes on the man Ashlar pointed to.  Nied was short and squat, with something of the Danny DeVito about him in his tuxedo. They could just see him as he hovered right on the edge of the verander, peering out onto the Sinclair gardens. Fat, stubby, ring bedecked fingers wrapped around a palm tree, slowly throttling it. For a small guy he had some grip, his flesh pulping the thick bark of the imported plant until it snapped off and pitched into the lawn.
   
  There was something wrong about the man, wrong in a way that wormed itself into the subconscious and would never quite let a sane person go, even in their sleep.  Perhaps it was the infernal glee Buford saw in Nied’s eyes as he reveled in the destruction of the potted palm, or maybe it was the slight sparkling of self-satisfied drool at the corner of his mouth when he finished choking the life out of the plant.  Buford’s mind screamed for him to turn away, but he shook those thoughts from his head as a horse would shake off a fly and kept his eyes on the man below.
   
  After a moment Buford spoke, as much to himself as to Ashlar and Lady Gaspare.  “I can honestly say that I’ve never seen anything natural on God’s green earth take so much pleasure in killing.”
   
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