#wascomiccon

            “i don’t want to disrespect the dead either, but if we get some of the fangheads out of here we might at least slow down the bodies dropping with fang marks on them. luring one species at a time seems as good a strategy as any.”

                   the casket now visible, he took a break and leaned back against the wall of dirt behind him. wiping some sweat off his brow that was likely a combination of the strain of digging the grave, his body responding to the injury, and the moment he thought he was going to die to ghouls of all things, he smirked up at the woman. “anyway. you looking for bones to burn or are you waiting for a creepy late night tryst with someone?”

         “i’m tracking a vampire tonight. they can’t be too far and they might still be hungry. your neck probably seems more inviting than mine.” she had spooked the leech away from a live victim. her call to 911 had slowed the chase, but they couldn’t really hide the trail from her nose.

          “c’mon when it’s awesome it’s awesome.” maybe her humor was too rude or too dark, but the line of what was appropriate to say had been crossed many times in her early adulthood while dealing with all of the drama that surrounded la push and forks. the man in question couldn’t take a hint and that was on him, just like his own blood now was, mixed in with the blood of his victims that night after he’d been decapitated. “a little dark humor to cope with the fact that he’s the end of his string of four bodies through this park?”

         “i really hope this is you telling me that you’re pumped to go out to the bars with me on halloween. because i’m not ready to hang up the cher costume yet.” to be honest, she might try to reuse the outfit for every day wear. yellow was her favorite color and she thought she looked good in it, after all. some fashion statements had to withstand the test of time, right? “it would be a great distraction and reminder of when my life was a lot simpler where i didn’t feel like i should have mixed feelings about such a fun holiday.”

         getting hit on wasn’t entirely uncommon for her, but there was a difference between the older men that frequented the bars that she had often found herself bartending in since she had been back and being approached by a stunning young woman. “don’t give him too hard of a time, seems like he doesn’t have much to hold them in.” she joked with a bit of a smile. “so -- are you flirting with me or are you just looking to have a few more people to have in your emergency contact list now that you’re in devil hills?”

the old house had quite the history and from what she had read before coming here, she assumed that there could be at least five vengeful spirits lurking about. “splitting up means covering more ground to find potentially haunted objects -- but i think otherwise it is a bad idea. what do you say? top to bottom or bottom to top?” no crying now, but the tears would come later if things got worse and likely when this was all over.