The Servant Girl

An old apartment in Spain

"This is what we saved from the fire that took place in the youngest sire's laboratory," Huzey's informer said as he brought to him a bulk of papers and a pot of healthy white flowers, "This is what he had been working on for the last couple of months,"

"And the funeral?" Huzey asked.  

"Your friends were there at your funeral. Both them, its just that the girl arrived after the service." The informer relayed to Huzey. "No one suspected it, and everyone was utterly devastated especially—"

"That's all I need to hear," Huzey cut him off entirely. He didn't want to hear everyone's reaction of his death because he was afraid of the emotions that might rushed on him and changed his mind. "You are free to go,"

The informer made a polite bow and left Huzey's room. He was sitting on his bed right then, leaning his back at the wooden headboard.