Atticus has had it up to here with people telling him to just stay calm and watch his kid. Fuck that, fuck them, fuck this entire situation. He’s going to do something about his whether people want him to or not. Humans have no say over what he does, especially not when it comes to Lydia, his wife. Of course he’s not going to just leave Claudia alone, not at a time like this. But he can’t stay with her either, not when he’s like this, out of control and desperate to see his wife again. So he goes to one of the most powerful people he knows, someone that he knows he can trust and someone who will take good care of Claudia while he’s off getting shit done. He doesn’t even bother to knock on the door, to hell with formalities. He barely resists the urge to kick down Heather’s front door, knowing that she kept a spare key under the mat and using that to get inside. Atticus wasn’t even trying to hide how desperate or angry he was, Claudia in his arms while he had her high chair and other necessities in his other arm. He should be smart, he should be hiding his abilities, he should be hiding the fangs that are sprouting in his mouth, but he can’t. Once the vampire got into the dining room, he set down the high chair and the baby bag, then carefully placed Claudia in the chair. “Watch her while I’m gone.” He ordered, already making his way back to the door.