Good job for this thread (An Incident at Amber Hill, VtR): DaevaDude, Yawgmoth and Fractured. I thought Frac's posts here were stellar, especially the last line.
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"It is hard to believe Dr. Lazarus has friends," Bridgewater growls at Heathcliff. "Do you really think he'll care when I destroy you?"
The fire in his eyes flares... and as the fire flares, Heathcliff's view of the ghoul and of the office changes... instead, he finds himself in his old home... he feels and tastes blood on his mouth, and sees it on his hands... and looking around, he sees Beth and Rachel, lying there, pale, their eyes staring upward, bite marks livid on their necks. On some level, Heathcliff knows this can't be real... but he can't convince his emotions of that. Dr. Lazarus sees only that Heathcliff appears frozen with fear, shaking…
Heathcliff has that feeling of being fragile, like he's been woken from a dream too soon, and he's still a part of it. He goes out into the hallway and kneels to clean up the instruments, a tremendous sadness weighing upon his spirit. He handles each object with a gentleness it has likely never known, as though they were pieces of Rachel left strewn about the floor...
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