Suddenly, she was somehow in bed and in a shift instead of the heavy gown she had been wearing moments before. It made sense to her because that was the normal progression of things, right? There was a doctor speaking to her and words were being spoken but something else had happened between the contractions and now. Claude. In Odette's mind, she had somehow crossed an entire decade and made it a single moment. Louis was no longer the baby in her belly, it was Marie. Unlike Louis, this baby would live but not for long. Her lungs would collapse two weeks after this moment and Odette's grief would send her into the arms of death. In real history, death was called Liev. In this dream, however, he had no name but he looked like Laurent, not that she knew or recognized him. The scene dissolved of its own accord and the tears and blood and her bedroom went with it.
Odette stood suspended in a place with no specific background or time, though she imagined she could feel the leaves rustling past her bare feet. She wore her wedding band and house sigil on both her hands but neither of those mattered right now or would ever matter again. She stepped closer to Laurent and touched his shoulders. "Oui," she whispered to him as a tear slid down her cheek. There was really nothing to live for anymore and she'd created a mockery of what was supposed to be her life. She was tired and he was offering her a way out of the darkness that had become her life. She was ready for a change and he was offering it to her. Odette tilted her head backwards so Laurent (or in this dream, her sire, whoever he was) could have easy access to her neck and the pulse that beat there. She had no true idea of the change that would follow. She simply wanted to leave where she was now. "Je me donne te."