Here’s a photo of a quilt Mercy Brown made, before she became a vampire. And before her brother was forced to drink the ashes of her heart.
Which is, ugh, not good. Still, if one of my brothers is forced to consume my heart, I’d rather him drink the ashes than just gnaw on it.
I also, out of spite, would probably not quit trying to suck the life out of him, though. Let’s be honest.