Re: [log: antique store - daniel/claire/louis]
Daniel knew something was wrong long before something else began talking out of Louis' mouth. It wasn't just the heat, the pervasive, treacherously comforting wrap of warmth that sank down into his bones. It had an effect, of course, particularly this kind of dry heat, and though he did want to soak it up, it didn't make him slow. He was a predator, yes, but not quite a reptile. The raw rumble of hunger usually kept him awake too, ever present except the few exultant hours after feeding, and Louis was his sole concentration in the room, after all. He smelled the change, the smell of strength and the evaporation of fear.
Daniel was not so cool as Temperance, in any situation. Maybe he thought he was there to keep anything from going wrong, but let's all be honest with ourselves and admit that where there was Daniel, there was disaster. The trail of words in Louis' voice made it all the way to the word "sweet" before Daniel was rapt and moving forward. Once the word "animal" dropped into the room like a rock into molten metal, Daniel's anger was boiling and obvious. "Get out of him," Daniel demanded. The smooth planes of his face gave way into a snarl that elongated the jaw and displayed a large number of teeth, far more than any of his lovers had the opportunity to see. These were the fangs that made sure the prey never woke up, in this life or the next.
He took another step closer to the center of the room, dropping his cup.