And so it was all over.
Two thuds and a man's strangled sigh. How awful those sounds were when amplified by proximity, closed eyes, and certain knowledge.
After a pause that seemed to the two hiding Kindred obscene in length, the sword wielder spoke.
"I'd like to say that she is at peace now. Rest. I gotta say your daughter died a long time ago. Tonight you put her restless body down. It won't rise again. She is gone now, and you can rest easy." The sword wielder's voice faltered as he stared at the hollow eyed features of the other man.
"We laid her to rest. Tonight." And more quietly still. "You sum'bitch."
The swordsman took that in his stride and even bowed his head in contrition. "Fair enough." His voice and face (if anyone deigned to look) were impassive, professional. "You probably don't want to hear this right now, but we could use you. I think you've more than proven yourself. And this town could sure use some help... Your wife and daughter rest here, is all I'm saying... I wouldn't be supporting the cause if I didn't ask..." He took a step back, expecting the father to explode into rage or violence - he did neither.
"Leave me be. For now. Alright. I know you helped when some of those others wouldn't."
Unless stopped, the swordsman will be cleaning his blade and packing up his belongings. After a while the pair will return to their car. The body will, of course, slowly dissolve to ash.
If either of you wish to do anything, now is the time