William, whose attention hadn't ever yet been on his other two circumstance-companions and is now primarily on Evelyn, followed rather miserably with everyone else. Someone missed him, he hoped, and he knew he came from an important family- he felt small and inferior, and he knew, just knew, that he was used to feeling taller and superior to everyone else. These two, well, [i]vampires[/i] were easily powerful enough to tear him apart, he was really quite sure. Most stories revolving around vampires usually had them with greater strength, speed and senses.

As he sat down at Vanity's table, silently taking in the scenery, the senses [i]did[/i] suddenly hit him. His vision suddenly sharpened, where before they were starting to get to the point of needing glasses. He could smell... everything, and he couldn't block it out. He could hear items dropping, dresses swishing, everyone's breathing, and it hit him like a cannonball. He sat there for many a moment, reeling at the overload, before his brain started to catch up, and his chest started moving again, breathing where the shock had taken it away. 

As his breathing returned, his head quickly developed an ache from the sudden sensory input, unused to processing so much at one time. As he did so, he heard one of the girls collapse to the ground, apparently clutching something, and someone else approaching. Dazed, William turned to take in a new man entering the room, [i]probably another bloody [u]vampire[/u][/i], and one of the girls clutching her stomach. He himself had some serious stomach ailments at the moment, but he, with effort, pushed it out of mind and repeated over and over to himself, [i]your belly doesn't ache, your belly doesn't ache, your belly doesn't ache, oooohhhh christ it hurts! No! T-Rex making beds! T-Rex making beds! My belly has not thou pain![/i], which can go on in varying ways for quite some time. 

After some time, he wrestled his pains under control, and met Evelyn's eyes.

In a voice that was pained and demanding at the same time, gritted teeth giving away his discomfort, William asked in a somewhat forceful way, [b]"What's going on here, de Winters? Who are all of you really, and why does it feel as if we have our insides being put into a blender?"[/b]