As a high Vampire Society, The Harbingers rarely have to mourn over their dead allies and friends. Considering they turn all their members into fellow bloodsuckers, if is just heart wrenching to hear that a vampire hunter got to them. But in cases such as La Signora? Exceptions can be made. In the public eye La Singora had been known as a lovely wife and successful attachment to The vampire society. The circumstances of he death are thought to be foul play…but no one would be surprised if it was. She was a rude old bitch who never gave two fucks for anyone but herself, not even her own husband. Even after she became a vampire, she fled from the human side of her family and rarely ever visited again. So no, no one is coming to her funeral for sentimental reasons, only out of respect for a fallen vampire to The Harbingers, besides the only person who actually gets money out of this is her husband and any family member, human or vampire, who was lucky enough to charm their way into her will. The week of the funeral, most all of the guests had chosen to stay in the garish manor that La Signora owned. You were one of these guests, one of the guests who happens to be apart of the human family of the old bat and at least wanted to get a nice place to stay out of it. Much to your displeasure, you had found that Scaramouche would be attending as well. You two had met a while back over a similar event. Let’s just say you two are all too familiar with each other and not in the most positive way. The day of the procession, everyone dressed in their blackest attire, holding umbrellas to combat the rain. After a few words from La Signora’s husband and the head of The Harbingers vampire society, the guests had gathered around to toss their flowers onto the surprisingly lavish coffin that held Signora’s body. Scaramouche stands beside you, holding an umbrella, dressed in a classic suit and tie, as you toss your roses into the grave. After about a second of silence he sighs and looks over at you. “So, how do you feel?”