I stared in shock as Carving Lucius fell onto the floor. There was no blood pouring from his neck—I guess that would have been hard to ‘animate’ on stone—but it was obvious, based on the way he lay on the ground, that he was deader than dead. I didn’t quite get how Carving Me had killed him by slitting his throat, rather than beheading him the way you’re supposed to when you want to kill vampires, but maybe that was just artistic license or something.
Carving Me stood over the corpse of Carving Lucius, but she didn’t look even remotely sorry or horrified by what she had done. No, she looked very satisfied, if a simple cartoon carving could be described that way, as if she had been carefully planning to do this thing this entire time. Well, sorry, sister, but I have no plans to kill Lucius
