All lighteheartedness left Samuel at the question, his playful nature fading in the face of serious topics being discussed. He didn\'t even have to give the subject much thought, but felt that Gene was asking about more than just superficial \'miss-your-daddy\' type stuff; he wanted to know what being alive beyond his allotted time was like, and that was not something to be answered hastily.
"The easy answer is no," he told the mortal honestly, leaning towards him once more. Funny, but he never gave time to thinking about such things and it made him wonder... was he still trying to escape the domineering hold of his mortal nest, all these years on?
"I spent twenty years with them, and they weren\'t pleasant - not Hell, mind, but definitely no fun. My parents didn\'t understand me, I was not the shining light my brother was, I could barely get two words out without stammering and every time I tried to express my opinion, it was taken badly and I was dismissed as an imbecile. I had no abiding love for my parents, nor they for me - I had a nursemaid that I still miss, but my family? Never."
There was a great deal of confusion and hurt, thinking about these things, knowing he\'d come from a \'proud southern family\' didn\'t fill him with pride. That made him feel guilty, really, but couldn\'t be altered now. He smiled at Gene, and it was bittersweet.
"I was never a part of my family for very normal reasons, too. I wasn\'t interested in the ugly plantation daughters they shoved at me - though I have nothing against women - and I didn\'t run with the young bucks like my brother did. I wanted some of them, sure, but my family just saw me as strange all round. My sire accepted me like none of them ever did, and I fell for her quickly - too quickly, but I have a habit of doing that," he drawled coyly, and his head dipped to a degree that made it obvious he would have been blushing if he\'d fed recently.
"You\'re asking about that though, aren\'t you? About what it\'s like to let go of the mortal coil, of people that ground you, of ties that bind and relationships that seem more important than your own life?" he asked, not waiting for Gene to answer before he had a prompt of his own. "Well, then I ask you what it was like for you to leave your home and come to the city? It\'s a lesser degree of what I did. You move on - we all move on, in life - and there\'s just a difference of degrees, in my opinion. It\'s always about what you\'re going to keep with you and what you\'ll leave behind in every relationship, even undeath. I mean, I\'m only two hundred years into this life, but the opportunities it presents... well, it\'s more than just a simple death can give you - although you seem to have ideas that there might be better for you, in slowly degenerating until you break, and releasing an aged spirit into a beyond that you can\'t be sure of?"
He knew Gene was religious and he understood it - his own faith encompassed numerous Gods, including the Biblical version - but his ideology was also shaped by the wondrous experiences he\'d been afforded because he was a vampire, and he wasn\'t sure Gene was ready to hear that side of things without having his say first.