People all around Dahlia had phantom images. Some were silent; following always behind but knowing that nothing they said, nothing they did, would be known....yet they couldn't let go. Others never ceased to talk. They raged, they cried, they tried to beat upon the flesh of those near to them...only to be denied. Dahlia saw it all. Every mournful ghost. Everyone filled with hate. Each and every face some twisted with their death and some likely as the ones they followed, last remembered them.
She saw....and had learned long ago to not speak of it.
No one wanted to believe. No would could believe. Just a little girl telling stories...turned to an adult that couldn't seem to stop. Not by command, demand, drugs or pills. Not by electricity or therapy or even hypnotism.
They always remained.
But she began to say that they did not. It made people....less fearful. Less angry.
Janos didn't look at her like those people had. He questioned the ability, but not her. He questioned who was near, not if they were near. There were slim few in her life who had ever truly believed her. Even now, in a world where things like this were known, she still found many doubted. Questioned. And always feared....
"No." Dahlia's reply was soft, solemn, saying without words that she did not like that it was so. "She is usually always around. Always close." but now there were none. Not her sister image, not any around Janos. Often the house seemed to keep ghosts out; the vampires inside of the walls never had those trailing images but, sometimes, outside of the house they did.
Yet still Dai was an image that rarely seem effected by the house. "I don't know why she isn't." her gaze dropped for a moment then; worry briefly flittering across her thoughts. "I thought maybe you kept the ghosts away." but she wasn't sure how that could be. Other vampires didn't.