Re: Carriage House atticus: Daniel & Atticus
Atticus didn't like being prodded. Was probably best for everyone that Daniel keep his prodding to a minimum. The haunts were already worked up, displeased about the evening. Bringing it up would be a bad business. Best to leave the sore tooth alone.
The talk of bodies was more acceptable. Strange sentiment, but there it was. "Don't care about the bodies. Understood. Still beautiful, but don't care about them or like them." The words seemed contradictory to Atticus, but he didn't expect a vampire to be very sensible. "Wouldn't say humans worship the bodies of the dead. Probably fair to say we don't even like them. But they're important to us. We memorialize where the bones rest." Was nothing special in that statement. Was truth, and Atticus didn't work hard to be heard over the clicking.
No one had told him the vampire was mad. Had neglected that detail. Would've been helpful to know beforehand.
"Think you might need to encounter more interesting mortals, friend," Atticus said, and then his haunts were doing their thing. Inconveniently.
Atticus found himself dazed and slumped against the attic wall, and the haunts were still looming over the singed man that had cringed out of the light, and Atticus' voice was a loud bark. "STOP IT." Was gruff and commanding. Rusty, because Atticus never raised his voice. He didn't stand or move, because that would've been too much. To shove the vampire, the haunts had sapped Atticus. He was a battery drained, and the looming ghosts were still perfectly solid.
It was the woman that leaned over Daniel. She smelled of rotted roses, and her skin was like old parchment with cracks throughout. Her hair was scented and matted with blood, and she grinned yellowed and cavity-poxed teeth. She shoved a finger into Daniel's shoulder, digging a long and yellowed nail into the twisted-off flesh.